Soft curls of smoke lifted from the ash covered ground as Stg. Jones roughly grabbed the strap to

A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his

As his journey continued, it seemed as if his hope was slowly left behind with the remnants of the villages that were attacked by the rebels. The uncertainty of when he is going to see his loved ones again lessened his hope of surviving but he kept pushing through each obstacle that was in his way, always reminding himself of what his father

shadow on the rocks behind it. Its bowels, its beating heart. The brain that pulsed in a dull

he stumbles upon more dead in the nearby creek . He is still daydreaming about the battle

“Holy shit!” says one of the LT’s assistants as he notices from a distance two of the medics carrying a body out on a stretcher. “What in God’s name is that stench?!!!” He’s looking in the direction of the large single-story building just off to his right.

Smoke Signals is a movie written by Sherman Alexie and directed by Chris Eyre that deals with many social issues in modern Native American cultures. The film follows the journey of two Coeur d’Alene Indians, Victor and Thomas, as they travel from their reservation in Oregon to Phoenix, AZ in order to gather the personal artifacts of Victor’s father who has recently died. Along the way, Thomas helps Victor to understand and forgive his father, who left the family when Victor was a young boy. Victor’s father, Arnold Joseph, saved both of the boys from a fire that he inadvertently caused on the 4th of July when the boys were mere babies. Although the boys were saved, Thomas’s parents both died in the blaze.

He lay crumpled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, enmeshed in his garments, blood, and darkness. Only the purplish light created by each resounding boom of thunder cast light upon his hunched body. Thoughts rebounded back and forth in the skull of Brother Malcolm: “Agh, the agony I declare, the outjutting bone of my spine spars into the harsh rocky floor.”

As it got chilly, a tower of detritus ​and the remains of burning filled the sky. As more and more ​ash fell it began to block the air making it arduous to breath. Men, women and ​kids began to choke and were wipe out instantaneously by the impenetrable ash. ​

Sophie Watson held her breath as she tried to calm down. It smelt like gunpowder and blood and metal and stale water, the resulting combination sending her reeling. Gevanni, one of her coworkers, saw Sophie looking sick and walked over.

Latt woke up with a very sharp pain in his back feeling very dizzy. It was very dark outside Latt bolted upright, fearing a heart attack only to find that the pain in his back had been replaced by a similar sharp pain in his leg that was getting worse. He reached towards his bedside lamp

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.

He jolted upright. Beads of sweat dripping down his skin. Breathing heavily he pulled himself over to the sink.Splashing water onto his skin then gripping the sides of the sink roughly he stared up into the mirror. He grimaced at his newly shaven head. He looked like a different person, If you had seen him walking the streets you would think he looked tough but if you looked closely enough you could tell he was scared.The flashback kept coming back to him. When the Famine hit America a

He began to believe this was the end, his whole life flashing before him in a fit for him to remember what was important. He was beginning to understand the importance of life, for his wife and for his children, how he began to long for his family. As he stood on the board, feeling the sensations around him, “He closed his eyes in order to fix his last thoughts upon his wife and children…” (Bierce 75). As he began to think of his family, his life was standing in front of him. A convicted man, ready to be hung for the conviction laying over his head, and all he could find was the strength to think of his family. His family was his life, in an sense. The old saying goes, your whole life flashes before your eyes seconds before you 're about to die. If that saying rings any truth to it, then with the images flashing being of his wife and child, it’s safe to say his family is what he finds most important, driving in the importance of him living to see them. Even as he waited, focusing on his family was all he could offer instead of final words or pleas of his life. “He unclosed his eyes and saw again the water below him. ‘If I could free my hands,’ he thought, ‘I might throw off the noose and spring into the stream…. My home, thank God, is as yet outside their lines; my wife and little ones are still beyond the invader’s farthest

Every post battle emotion inside of him screamed out to be freed. Frustrated feelings of anger, deep sadness and confused worry played a relentless war on his mind. With great effort Gwaine continued to push them back down, so he would not fall apart right here and now. His hold slipped when unexpected Leon drew his horse to a halt only to grab his head and scream out an anguished cry of pain. The sound tugged at what little hope he held in his heart to somehow get Leon back.

At last after a fury of plunges he wrenched himself free. His tormentors set off towards Jones's Road, laughing and jeering at him, while he, torn and flushed and panting, stumbled after them blinded with tears, clenching his fists madly and sobbing (Joyce 82).