Summary Of ' Sudden Shortage Of People '

A ten year old girl sits on the ground between her mother’s legs as her mother’s course hands run through her hair, braiding it to let the breeze reach her neck in the hot summer laid out before them. In the distance, her younger cousins run through the tall grass, their laughs intermingling as their small legs try to outrun the buckets of water being thrown at them by their sister. The girl can see her father through the crack of their open front door, sitting at a table with her uncle and their other male guests. His head is thrown back with laughter and his twinkling eyes meet hers through the crack. He smiles. Seconds later, the sun is covered by shadow and she screams, racing for the buckets faster than she thought possible. Her body is

kill you and your family if you try to run or make a noise. When she heard that she didn't

It’s early in the morning and the sun is rising slowly in the distance.The shadows of the trees and the fallen leaves make it hard to see my path. The only things I hear is my breathing and my footsteps cracking leaves.The forest sounds dull now but in a few minutes, it will be filled with life. As I make my way to my hunting spot, a cool wind begins to blow. It smoothly touches my face and it makes the leaves dance above me. I start to hear the birds chirping, insects humming, and squirrels rustling in bushes. After ten minutes of walking, I finally arrive at my tree stand.

The army pulls out guns. They don’t hesitate to begin shooting at me. The hundreds of bullets chase me. I fly away, attempting to avoid them. The attack stops after a while, so I turn. Lights are still flashing, only much brighter. Then I notice the last picture of Hana and I is destroyed. There is nothing more of us. Not after what I’ve done. I finally admit defeat. I can’t do anything at this point. Especially without any part of her left. I should’ve never let this get in the way of our

Once they were there, the quarter-mile trek to their place had to be made. It was a small, circular clearing in the cone-bearing woods. The area around the fire pit was dirt, for safety reasons. On the outskirts of the copper-colored dirt were five large, round logs arranged in a circle for sitting. Just a few feet beyond the logs, the forest began again in copious amounts of vegetation and growth, like an untamed lion. That night’s weather was just right. The cool air was

An American futurist Thomas Frey, made a prediction that robots will have taken over two billion jobs worldwide by 2030. (Gillis, p.480) In “The Robot Invasion” by Charlie Gillis, the topic of the article is how robots are becoming more apparent in people’s everyday lives. The author is skeptical about the robots that scientists have been creating to become more like people. As well as, informative of the newest products roboticists have been making, which has been to create robots to do small tasks and have human characteristics. (Gillis, C. p.477-481)

My lungs and my legs are burning with excruciating pain, but I only have one thought, RUN!! I race through the woodland Mahogany trees. I take a quick glance at what's behind me. I think I lost them; the DIT (Detroit Organisation of Technology) have been trying to find me for ages. I think that they're after my knowledge but I'm not sure, just to be sure I hide behind a scraper-high pine tree and sink down to the ground. I gaze around and see large bark covered branches gaping over me. The wind is wailing between the distorted and under uneven trunks; nature at its best. I'm immediately transmitted into a trance of wonderment by staring at all the fluorescent flower but am snapped back to reality by the sound of footsteps. I look around and notice a black silhouette pass through some vines nearby.

The amount of luxury goods were controlled by the government, such as cigarette. Ordinary people could be rationed 5 cigarettes every time. In addition, this cigarette was contrived by the government that mixed with plum or camellia reeves because these reeves’ taste likes cigarette, so ordinary people use these plants to make up for lack of cigarette. Moreover, another reason why Japanese people fell into food shortage is the draft from students. Girls’ high school students worked on munitions factory, and male students were conscripted by the Japanese government. Therefore, the number of farmer was decreased by the draft because the breadwinner were drafted by the Japanese army. As a result, Japan suffered food shortage from the war.

After the woods, I run up Kill Hill. A 70 angle littered with crumbling rocks, the tree roots reach for my feet. My legs burn as I climb the never-ending mountain to the sun, to the grassy plain that leads to another hill. Here on the open stretch, I can once again

“You’re a demon,” I announce and now I don’t feel so bad about having my gun aimed at her.

The early morning air is cool on my skin, but the bright sunshine promises heat by ten am. The sprinklers on the neighbor’s lawn go off, signaling that it is seven o’clock and we need to get moving. I smile as I open the car because today is the last day before winter break, and tomorrow will be baking day. I quickly set the large bag of presents in the trunk of my father’s car, and hurry back into the house to get the cookies and my backpack. Inside the door, I am greeted by a large and heavily decorated Christmas tree. On the mantle sit stocking hooks and a windmill cresh rotates on the coffee table surrounded by pinecones. Passing into the next room, one feels as if they have stepped onto another planet. The chandelier id still draped with

Out of the village and into the woods I ran. People may think I am a maniacal with whimsical ideas, by flooding a farm. However, I am the opposite, an amiable personality. Quietly I juxtapose myself behind a tree. The adventure has just

The crunching of the leaves under my feet was a sure sign that, winter was coming. We were walking through the woods not knowing what today’s field group would bring. As we were making our way through the woods, we were all thinking of what we might do today. Every one of our guesses were not even close. We were going salamander hunting.

It was July 6th, 2006, It was getting dark. We were walking in the woods and she wanted to go home but I had insisted that we kept on going. She was uneasy knowing that we were out past curfew, her parents were strict and she was afraid they would punish her. In the distance I heard the distinct snap of a fallen branch, I turned to Lily in utter fear, “What was that?,” I cried out. We did not say anything to each other, but the expression on her face

Why prison? Why punishment? Punishment is a natural response to fear and injury, given by someone in a higher authority; and prison seems to be the favorite punishment all over the world, especially in America. More than 11 million people out of 7 billion,the world’s population, are confined in penal institutions throughout the world. Almost half of these are in United States (2.24m), Russia (0.68m) or China (1.64m sentenced prisoners) without counting the prisoners in North Korea and in detention in China.The United States single handedly holds about a quarter of the world’s inmates. "No matter what the question has been in American criminal justice over the last generation," says Franklin E. Zimring, the director of the Earl Warren Legal Institute, "prison has been the answer." (Schlosser).The main function of prison started out as a way to rehabilitate inmates, but nowadays, due to overcrowding, they are being deprived of their rights.