Summary: The Imaginable

To elaborate, Bradbury continues to write “ There was a good crystal frost in the air; it cut the nose and made the lungs blaze like a Christmas tree.” With this simile Bradbury is elaborating on the image created from the previous simile. This simile aids in the reader's understanding or “seeing” the setting. The setting is still of a man walking down the sidewalk kicking up ash-like dust, but

Lizzy shuddered. It was cold in the cave. She rolled over, idly wondering whether she was awake – it was so hard to tell, lately. A chill ran up where her skin touched the freezing floor. No wait, not floor. It was the metal, she remembered. That was all it was to her now, metal, even though once she had craved it; had needed it. No more. Just metal. She yawned and turned again. Her movements spread out her hoard over the cave floor like gravel. She would have to get up soon, she knew, but not yet.

I stepped forward and looked at the creature. “But what exactly are you? You appear so much against nature, that we can’t figure out why you are attacking us.”

"Nice to meet you Akki. Right now you better listen, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Do you know anything about the Titans or walls?"

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. ​

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

In the story “Here Everything is Possible”, the author speaks about how the quality of food brings people together. Sitting down and having a conversation, eating at a dinner table or a restaurant, provides something extraordinary to happen. It is known that when getting to know another individual you go out for food or coffee. Ironically the food isn't the important part, the going to get food is just an excuse to create conversation and deepen the relationship. Many youth groups use the technique of eating out as a way to get more kids to come to the church. Usually when there’s food involved people want to come and while they're there, eating the delicious food, they create quality relationships and want to come back. Food is a big part

“Oh, sorry there. Your older brothers, (with a pause here for a stern look), neglected again to bestow a younger with eyes to see our lower realm.”

‘Breathe,’ a voice within her ordered, and the woman gasped for oxygen. Ash and smoke surrounded her. Grey wisps of smoke rose from the destruction crumbling the valley stroking the sky, devouring life. In the distance the great fire danced, scorching all they consumed. Her eyes stung as she stared down at her life’s purpose.

It’s chilly tonight, the crisp autumn air blew the leaves in circles around my feet. It always fascinated me how trees lose their leaves, only to have them grow back. My strides are long and the wind blows my dress. I prefer summer nights, the air is warmer. I am pulled out of my trance when I hear the soft crunch of foliage behind me. I turn around to see a man wearing a fireman’s suit. I see firemen walking home each night, the same solemn look on their face. The same story every day, wake up, burn books, sleep, all on repeat. But something was different. He stood staring, was he studying me? He looked as if he was trying to speak, but he couldn't. Eventually, he said, “You’re our new neighbor girl, aren't you?”

“It was just one of his soldiers,” He said. “They have some weird grudge towards me,”

“You’re on the bridge of your battleship,” she replied. “You’ve been asleep all the way to Kalos.”

“You have to get over it someday.” he said as he claimed the sandy spot next to her. Orion just stared into the horizon, occasionally catching the smooth movements of the sea. She shuddered