Stuart C. Dresser's Life On The Cretes

A “survivor car” is what the newspapers called it, did not stop such notice; gathering from the darkness a moment of miracle, and then disappear for the next bend. Michaelist wasn’t even sure of the facts – he told the press about the incident. The yellow car the one going toward new york, approximating beyond, hurried back to myrtle’s location, and abruptly change target to the nearest obstacle in the road, colliding in a big speed and intensity, surrounding the road with metallic parts of a wrecked car.

The patrolman put spurs to his horse. Dr. Winterbottom saw people in the park running toward Washington Place. A few seconds later he dashed down the stoop carrying his black medical bag and cut across the Square toward Washington Place. Dominick Cardiane, pushing a wheelbarrow, had stopped for a moment in front of the doors of the Asch building freight elevator in the middle of the Greene Street block. He heard a sound "like a big puff," followed at once by the noise of crashing glass. Reporter Shepherd, about to cross from the park into Washington Place, also heard the sound. He saw smoke issuing from an eighth-floor window of the Asch building and began to

And I saw that the Guard had turned, had wheeled, and I heard this popping sound going off, and then I saw Jeffrey Miller…oh my God, this is real. And then I dived between the cars…when I looked up again, they were gone. Ibid.

Dirt flies up from the ground like kids jumping on a trampoline. The red, white, and blue #19 Tobias Slingshot flies past the red #026. In anger of losing his position. #026 closes the distance between the two cars. Mere inches separate the two vehicles. They touch. Even though the touch is as light as a feather, it sends #19 hurtling towards the wall. The sound of a gunshot is heard as the car ricochets of the wall at a 90 degree angle. The driver looks at the night sky. The sky is beautiful with the stars twinkling like diamonds. But, the beautiful sight ends as the car crashes into the ground. The drivers hands shoot forward. "Snap!" As the red flag comes out, sirens are heard in the distance...

a sequence of events that resulted in the family's car crashing and their encounter with The

The bright red fire truck sped through the streets filled with uniform, pale grey colored houses. The wheels skidded to a stop in front of a house that looked just like the others, as Beatty violently pulled the brake backwards. The men went tumbling backwards, as if the truck had just hit a brick wall in front of them.

As a result, the pickup spun clockwise and then counterclockwise at the same time it travels down the middle of the narrow road and then it slithers sideways and abruptly stops. Coincidentally, the truck misses by inches a large deep pool of thick muddy water in which stood Estelle Louise’s rural mailbox dead center and less than thirty feet directly behind it was her tumbledown doublewide trailer. Despite what had just befallen Clemmie Sue, she chortles, shakes her head, and then drives away, as if nothing had

Then wind swept away branches and old lumber that sat in the front yard and swung and tossed it around in the air like dancing balloons debris flew around. With a spine tingling snap crash the window shattered and the branch from the apple tree that sat in the front yard came tumbling to a stop clattering at my base. The rain came pouring in the gaping window soaking everything in it’s path in freezing water. As a tornado ripped through the countryside tumbling trees, cars, people, and houses the swirling black mass of destruction narrowly passed. Without warning a truck skipped across the yard towards the house. Counting down the seconds before the truck would arrive and rip through the house, I chimed write at five o’clock and I realized what would happen. With unbelievable ease the truck ripped through the house sending wood and concrete everywhere. Splintered wood and twisted metal shrapnel was sent across the yard and I was struck by the crushing weight of the truck, finally my time had

CRASH! The sound of my window crashed into pieces. A man around 6 feet just tackled my window. Then he stood up. His face looked very familiar but I couldn’t quite pinpoint how or where his face looked familiar. I heard my parent’s bedroom door open.

Upon my arrival, approaching the scene from the southwest, on Race Track Road and southwest of Ecclesia Drive, I saw three tire marks on the roadway leading from near the white dashed center line, in a northeast direction to the outside curb of Race Track Road. Vehicle 1 struck and continued over the curb, leaving tire marks on the curb and into the grass between the curb and sidewalk. The vehicle then left the grassy

Women philosophers must have always existed in Greek Antiquity. Sexism is a reasonable factor in such exclusion of those who lacked basic human rights at the time, but the philosophies of male contemporaries of women such as Theano of Crotona

At 8:30 p.m., a Dodge Charger and a Corvette Convertible were drag racing heading west on University Drive. Witnesses to the accident say the two vehicles were both seen driving at more than 100 mph.

Gimlin related he was leading the group of motorcycles, traveling east on Lutz Lake Fern Road. Gimlin advised as they approached the intersection of Sunlake Boulevard, he was approximately 10 feet west of the stop bar, when the traffic signal for their lane of travel changed to yellow. GImlin said as he was approaching the intersection, he was travelling about 45 to 50 miles per hour. Gimlin advised he saw the Ford Explorer, which had pulled well into the intersection and stopped within the intersection. Gimlin said he rolled off the accelerator when he noticed her. GImlin said the Explorer then started its left turn. Gimlin related when he saw the vehicle start its left turn, he went left to try and avoid the collision, but hit the right

With the palaces came the development of writing, probably as a result of the new record-keeping demands of the palace economy. The Minoans on Crete employed two types of scripts, a hieroglyphic script whose source of inspiration was probably Egypt, and a linear script, Linear A, perhaps inspired by the cuneiform of the eastern Mediterranean. The scripts are found on sun-dried clay tablets that are mostly administrative records; on ritual objects such as miniature double axes and stone libation tables; and on pottery and rings.

He stood up slowly and cautiously looked back out of the alleyway making sure no cops were around. Stepping back onto the street, he started walking back to his usual bench when he heard the screeching of car brakes. Whipping his head around Ronnie became aware of a black Escalade, with a revolver pointed out the back tinted windows right at him. The passenger window slowly rolled down halfway, just enough to see wispy white hair.