Short Story Of Clifford Roberts

“The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight

Posters and pamphlets strewn across the walls accompany the harsh, burning stench of disinfectant. Passing the bodies of former men, and followed by the click-clack of nurses shoes, he sees him. Hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, every bone visible through the thin hospital gown. His love is a shell of the man he once knew, Patty is gone.

For days, firefighters worked through the debris to find the survivors (Wheeler). These firefighters and police officers worked non-stop to save the injured (Wheeler). They also found only a few whole bodies, most were only body parts (Wheeler). Tending to people knee-deep in debris and hazardous smoke, firefighters still helped (Wheeler). Most of the paramedics worked thirty-six hour shifts, tending to the most severe injuries first (Wheeler). One doctor said, “This is a nightmare, we haven’t seen any wounded. You’re either going to walk out of there or your dead” (Wheeler). Through the fallen victims and heroes, there was still a considerable amount of damages.

Focusing back his attention on the green capes people, many were wounded, little were unscratch. Their faces were scared, horror what they had seen.

Taylor O'Neill honked at the man a couple of times and eventually walked up to the vehicle after his honks were ignored. The annoyed driver suddenly heard a frightening sound - a woman's muffled screams for help.

It was a cold Sunday afternoon in the South Bronx, New York City. Almost everyone was inside due to the howling wind that could peel the skin off of one’s face if they stayed outside to long. It had been especially cold this December and it was forecasted to get even colder in the upcoming winter months after Christmas. Sammy Roberts hated this cold weather and he thought of every possible way that he could move his family to somewhere warmer and safer for all of them. Unfortunately, money had been tight for the Roberts’ family last month, and Sammy and his wife, Gloria, weren’t sure if they were going to be able buy their children presents for Christmas or even pay the monthly rent. Sammy worked for the maintenance department of the city;

In the poem ‘Glasgow 5th March 1971 the poet Edwin Morgan contributes to the atmosphere of the poem by using several language techniques such as imagery ,metaphors and onomatopoeia. Which all follow the technique of instamatic poetry. The poem is a very dramatic visual poem that tells the story of one of the many crimes that took place in Glasgow,during the 1970’s, in this case the pem centres around the two youths,that push a couple into a jewellery shop window,to then carry out theft. An atmosphere of fear and violence is created by the way Edwin describes the way the victims appear as they fall through the window.

A series of shots being fired in the near distance can be heard. A crew of ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks are seen speeding down the streets while blaring their sirens to warn people to move out of the way rapidly. Then, crowds of people are seen running down the street franticly. Sounds of earsplitting yells fill the air. Their eyes are filled with tears of fear and terror. They look as if they were running for their lives. There is a wave of worry and curiosity that washes over everyone’s face as they stand there from a distance watching it take place. There was a sense of wanting to run towards the chaos to see what was going on. But the panic of the people running gave off the feeling of “Warning! Do NOT come this way!” What

MR Greg Ridley was already starting to fail math and when his dad found out he gave him a huge lecture. He loved basketball, 1 night when he was sitting in his room he decided to to the warehouse and hopes to get in a game.And 1 day thugs came i looking for treasure because he himself was the owner .And then he found out that his friend had gone off to war and died.Lemon brown was a blues singer but he couldnt see the real treasure because his real treasure was his son.

rescue personnel and civilians tried to rush to safety taking cover where they could. The air

Eyes closed, hands clasped, feet placed together, she looks almost peaceful... But there is nothing peaceful about her death. The angry red lacerations that decorate her neck, highlight her struggle. As I continue to gaze upon the victim, I can’t help shake this familiar feeling.

Wesley Mathews told police he put his 3-year-old adopted daughter, Sherin Mathews, in an alone alley at 3 a.m. where coyotes roamed as a punishment for not drinking her milk.

Taylor looked down. Through the flimsy hospital gown, she could see all of the charred skin on her arms. There was some on her legs, too. The nurse brought her an aloe plant, and she said to put it on her wounds. She started thinking about the crash, and then she realized something. All Taylor needed was the car, and she would figure out the case. The car, and she would know who caused the death of her adored cousin and her cherished parents.

The Locomobile with the 2 men and dog occupants moves toward the vicinity of explosion. When they reach it they see people milling about. The fire trucks, police and cars are parked haphazardly about the street. (Reed, 49)

One day, Robern went home from his brother Sloan's celebration party after he was accepted to the best institute this time period has to offer. He sat quietly in his garage, brooding, his study materials for his final exam open in front of him, and said to himself,"What should I do to be like Sloan? I can't even graduate from high school." Suddenly, an old man approached his open garage and greeted him. Robern stood up and called, "Hey, can I help you with something?" The old man replied, "From the looks of your face, you seemed like a person who needed help." Robern pointed at one of his books and said, "Yeah, Finals are approaching and I can't do a single question in this book." The old man grabbed a nearby pen and said, "This is easy, I