The Dangers Of The City Of Retalia

A soft, warm breeze brought the smell of rain and wet dirt through my open window. The wind carried summer and spring and winter and fall with it, filling my lungs with the purest air I'd ever breathed. The wind carried no pollution, no smoke, only pure, clean air, untainted by human influence. The breeze seemed to come up from the depths of the earth. Everything was silent, and beautiful. I imagined rolling fields of grass that went on for miles, and when I opened my eyes, I looked down at the black, oily concrete and saw grass, pushing its way through faster than I ever thought possible. The concrete shattered and crumbled to dust as the grass overcame the cement streets and sidewalks. In a matter of minutes, all of the streets were gone, replaced by vibrant green grass that looked soft to the

All the grass had long been scorched brown, and the sands felt like live coals to the feet. Evergreen trees wore a dusty coat of brown.”

Nothing particular stuck out at me at first, I gazed around, from table to table, and only noticed the general routines you would expect to find at any mall food court. Employee’s meeting on their lunch breaks, stay at home mom’s getting a quick bite at chik-fil-a as they drag their children along to the next errand, and the elderly in no hurry to get anywhere specific. It was the same mundane routine through the course of the first hour, it

The boy turned around. "You don't know who they are? Didn't your parents every teach you about the Survey Corps?"

were unloaded one by one. When we were all off of the train we were put in groups family

Men and animals alike began to lose loyalty and the ability to feel emotions and “earth was only one thought”- the thought of death. Faced with the thought of death, no creature on earth fared better than the other. As life was taken from all creatures, the realization of a terrifying end became apparent and “no love was left.”

Through the use of diction, the distinguished author, D. Brown, is able to express how the land he once knew is now an arid and desolate place of death and sadness without the buffalos. Brown writes,“Day after day the sun baked the earth drier and drier, the streams stopped running, great whirlwinds of grasshoppers were flung out of the metallic sky to consume the parched grass.” The author uses both repetition and personification in this passage to emphasize how scarcely dry the land is. The phrases “Day after day” and “drier and drier” epitomize how this awful weather has been droning on for an extensive amount of time. He also gives the grass a human quality of being parched, which provides an image that the land is dry. This use of diction

The grass has lived long enough to know that there will be more bodies it must cover. It is all a part of its routine by now but that doesn’t make it less tiring. It’s a never-ending cycle but it still conforms to its role. It’s not thinking about the lives lost but instead of the job it must do.

"Jett! Wait out here, don’t go! I fell like something bad is going to happen," Logan screamed. "See if you can get those people to calm down."

Its late afternoon, but it’s already pitch black from the thick layer of grey clouds that already fill the sky. The Jumbotron’s colored images reflect in the glass windows of the stores that line Millennian square. I make my way through the crowds gathered around the vendors selling boiled seafood, fried doughs, and grilled meats marinated in ground spices and sea

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.

As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few

I woke up just like every other day, feeling elated to be in this city. I had the best school, technology and food. “Luke, breakfast is here!” my mother called as she picked up the delivery of toast, bacon, and eggs from the door.

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.