Short Story About Chevy

The rumble turned into a shake that made Amanda and I turn around. The sight was indescribable. A massive cloud of dust darkened the sky. Almost like a tsunami of dirt. One of the towers collapsed. The dust burned my eyes to the point where I almost closed them completely. We ran fast but it felt faster because we couldn't see where we were going. I tripped a few good times. Amanda twisted her ankle so I opened one of the near by cars that was unlocked. I helped her in the car. We both thought this was the safest option and we were both out of breath. We could hardly see out the windows, in fact we couldn't. I pulled out my phone at this point. I had 19 missed calls from my parents because they new I was eating at the Copper Lantern which was near the Twin

In this paper, I will be explaining most, if not all, of the differences between 1967-1972 Chevrolet pickup trucks. What I mean when I say that is these trucks all have the same body style, but a lot of little differences that I think make them better or worse. For example, the 1967 Chevy truck has no marker lights on both the front and rear quarter panels, which is one of the more noticeable changes from the 1967 to 1968 models. There is a pattern in the styles they use like the 1967 and 1968 have the same grills and hoods. Then in 1969, the grill and hood change a little bit but it is practically the same thing. The grill got a little bit of a change in 1970 but it is very minor and hardly noticeable and 1971 and 1972 the grills

The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.

Sunday after church, James tossed the car key to Henry and told him to drive Mother and me home. Henry’s eyes beamed. He’d been able to drive for a while, but Daddy had never let him use the car, and James had done all the driving since Daddy passed. Henry had complained often, but James would shake his head and tell him he wasn’t ready. I wondered what had suddenly changed.

Automobiles are such a significant part of our culture today and have been for the past century as a whole. From the big screen to the pages of a book they can play seemingly important roles that cannot be ignored. Often times these vehicles can assume almost human like characteristics which can cause you, the viewer/reader, to develop a relationship with these inanimate objects whether they are the new, beautiful and sleek sports car or the old, ratty and beat-up truck. In Louise Erdrich’s “The Red Convertible” there are many occurrences in which the state of repair that the Olds is in gives you the sense that it closely represents Lyman’s current feelings towards his brother and how these feelings change and evolve throughout the length of the story.

The Great Depression has been depicted as one of the most hopeless and desolate times in American history. We connect the time period with pictures of the unemployed, tattered clothing, starvation, and poor. But during this time, not all was lost. A few companies and brands survived the Great Depression, and actually found ways to stay successful and push past the devastated economy. The era before the Great Depression was known as “The Roaring Twenties”, this was when American lifestyles were lavish and consumerism was flourishing. Post World War I, the economy thrived and there was great change in American culture with the introduction of new technologies, music, fashion, and literature. The brands and companies that were able to survive

As I was lying in bed recalling the event happened an hour before I was thinking to myself that I will never look at lightning the same way again. Thunder and lightning was still present in the night sky as I lay there in bed thanking God I was alive and well. Each flash of lightning lit the entire room and each clap of thunder rattled the windows of my hotel room. Lightning can seem much more terrifying when you’re up 20,000 ft in the mountains, and the thunder sounds a lot louder too. The sound of nature’s fury seemed to slowly descend as the night went on, but my nerves did not. I was still stunned and in shock of being stuck in a lightning storm high in the mountains. I never thought about the power and damage lightning can inflict

Louise Erdrich's short story, "The Red Convertible," follows two Native American brothers and their evolving relationship over time as well as their adventures in their red Olds. The two brothers, Lyman and Henry, became much closer with the continuous use of the car. The car stays with the brothers, even during the absence of one of the brothers. The author uses the car as a representation of the brother's uncertain relationship.

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

Reaching across the center console of my car, I imagined the commute that I had into school. My 1992 Jeep Cherokee courageously braved the snowstorm of the year, with only one functional windshield wiper and a forlorn four wheel drive system. As I turned onto the Merritt Parkway, a Honda Civic swerved past me and proceeded to weave in and out of the afternoon traffic. Fast-forward sixty seconds and that Honda was now engulfed by the powder white trees which bound the highway. Instinctively, I pulled up behind the crash site, dialing 911 as I ran over to the mangled wreck. I peered into the car, my pupils the size of marbles, and the driver seemed uninjured; regardless, I proceeded to reassure the driver that Emergency Medical Technician’s/Paramedic’s

Maria Savaiano English 2 Honors Date: 1/10/16 Has the idea of “freedom from fear” changed over time? Everyday the world endures and takes on new challenges. Everything is constantly changing around our Nation whether it’s economically, socially, gender related, or historically. In President Roosevelt’s speech, he reminds the people of our Nation that he will make sure our astonishing nation will remain in peace. As for President Obama, he mentions multiple points on belief of this great nation and will stand united in advancing the many developments that will help people and other nations out of destitution.

In this photograph, a group of people holding signs are gathered in a public setting. Two of the signs display “USA” and “UNITED WE STAND”. Moreover, the young girl of the group who appears to be 14 years old is holding a sign that reads “American” and “Muslim”. The group of people are wearing Muslim wardrobe. In the distance behind them are two people and a building. Standing in front of the group are two women, one of them is holding a pen and paper. As an image, this photo depicts Muslim-Americans are unifying to counteract a Muslim terrorist frame.

Evening had arrived and everything had been packed away ready for its next use. It had also brought the grim warning of a storm. The sky was brimming with a dark shade of grey and black, making the mood eerily mysterious. A storm was brewing; it was about to blow, just like a volcano about to erupt. Then, “Boom!”. A lightning strike crackled across the sky, one after another. After three lightning strikes a downpour of rain fell from the sky.

     Things are not always as they appear. You may think someone is a certain way because of how they dress and carry themselves this is called stereotyping. Many people stereotype without even noticing that they are doing it. Everyone has his or her right to first impressions, but stereotyping is wrong. There are many examples of this topic in literature as well as in our society today.

CRASH! It was as if a freight train had hit head on with me, the noise was deafening. Suddenly there were white airbags that had erupted all around me and I was slammed into the side of the truck. We had just been t-boned by an oncoming Toyota pick-up truck. I was faintly aware that our truck was still inching forward until it came to a stop. I looked around. We were next to the library.