The Adventures Of Sergot : A Prologue : The Adventures Of Margot

The observation balloons have spotted the smoke from our chimney, and the shells start to drop on us. They are those damned spraying little daisy-cutters that make only a small hole and scatter widely close to the ground. They keep dropping closer and closer all round us; still we cannot leave the grub in the lurch. A couple of splinters whizz through the top of the kitchen window. The roast is ready. But frying the pancakes is getting difficult. The explosions come so fast that the splinters strike again and again against the wall of the house and sweep in through the window. Whenever I hear a shell coming I drop down on one knee with the pan and the pancakes, and duck behind the wall of the window. Immediately afterwards I am up again and going on with the

In The Wife of Bath’s Tale and Prologue and The Franklin’s Tale, the central theme is the relationship between man and woman. There are different views of this relationship or marriage in these two tales: either the woman has the power in the marriage granted from her husband, or the husband and wife grant each other power in the marriage so neither dominates.

The world was dark and scary. There no were people, noise or movement. The highway outside of the hangar was filled with empty cars and trucks. Planes were in the water and trains were off their tracks.

In Outliers, Gladwell attempts to answer, What makes some people successful while others cannot seem to realize their full potential? In U.S. society, people are considered successful when they have traits and characteristics: self-sacrifice, intelligence, talent. However, He says that the conditions and circumstances surrounding our lives are the significant influential factors that determine our success, not our inner ability or talent. These talents and abilities allow these people to be separate from society.

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...

In the Beet Queen by Louise Erdrich, the environment of Argus, North Dakota impacts each of the children in different ways which is depicted by Erdrich through the use of specific details, imagery, and symbolism.

The night was pitch-black. From time to time, a shot exploded in the darkness. They had orders to shoot anyone who could not sustain the pace. Their fingers on the triggers, they did not deprive themselves of the pleasure. If one of us stopped for a second, a quick shot eliminated the filthy dog” (85).

6:30 The situation has gone dire as each of you fired one gun to the other, drones crashed and hulls on fire.

And I was like, oh my gosh! So he, showed us how they worked. He threw them to the ground. So in the laundry room, we went inside. Down the basement-(not clearly enunciated) into the sewing room. It was a small sewing room(added a –d sound towards end). We opened the window. And a light breeze would come in. so we like okay that’s good, that’s good. The breeze wasn’t too – it wasn’t too windy. So we said perfect. We got a firecracker and we threw one done. Mind you, we were a little bit up a few stories. It didn’t work, so we lit the firecracker. And the first one, it didn’t work. It didn’t explode. Were like hmm. So we did the second one and then, “bfff!” it exploded. It was awesome. We were all so excited. And then we looked down. Who did we saw. We saw one of our night guards come with a flashlight checking all the windows. Oh, we were so nervous. So we had to hide. So we- we said- we’d hide in the sewing

Daisy 's car was white so are her clothes, the rooms of her house, and about half the adjectives used to describe her. She is pure and innocent at this time

As I arrived at the next safe spot, I said "See? That worked well. Lets do it again!" I started to unload and gave him his signal. He ran, I ran. He ran, I ran. We continued that method until he reached the wall of the bunker. He stepped out a foot, gave me the signal, and I ran my final run to the bunker. As I was running I pulled the pin, and chucked the ovoid object through the bar across the front of the bunker where no concrete was. I ran into the wall below it, crouched and covered my ears. I felt the explosion rattle my lungs and opened my eyes and looked up. There was a German soldier hanging, dead, half-in, half-out of the bunker, covered in soot from the explosion of the

The sirens were sounding, people panicking and running around. The speaker comes on “CODE RED, CODE RED!!! We have a leak in the reactor. We need to evacuate NOW!!” I started to run but then it all went silent....

Villains play a very important role in every literary work. Whether they exist as people, circumstances, or even nature, their purpose is to provide a problem to be solved by the “good guys”. Without villains, no piece of literature would be worth reading. Abigail Williams in Arthur Miller’s The Crucible and Iago in Shakespeare’s Othello are master villains. Both antagonists are fuelled by thoughts of revenge, and rely heavily on deception and manipulation to get what they want.

Soon enough, however, we seemed to become bored with our adventure and decided that our excitement for the day had ended, so we began our short journey back to my house. On the way back, we stopped briefly by the tree that supplied the three squirrels we killed previously. I then continued walking, but my friend had noticed a squirrel clinging to the trunk of the tree. I was on the opposite side of the tree from him, about forty feet away from my fellow gunslinger. As I turned around, I noticed I was in the direct line of his firing range. Before I had time to warn him of the unsafe situation, I saw the shots. Three consecutive discharges of his gun snapped the scene into slow motion. Fire and smoke billowed out of his gun after each bullet was released. The sound of the shots was deafened by my own fear, although I could hear the bullets whizzing inches from my head. As bullets pierced the air right next

The Vagabond, written by Sidonie Gabrielle Colette, is a story of romance set in turn-of-the-century Paris and several provincial towns. The novel was published in France in 1911 and later published in 1955 for the English audience. The Vagabond is recognized as one of Colette's best-known pre-war work, her post-war works being better known. The novel definitely sits high on history's literary shelf. Using such elements as style, technique, theme, an uncomplicated theme and supernumerary characters, Colette dramatizes the life of her Parisian heroine, thus creating a masterpiece of literary history.