The Drones: A Short Story

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

As I walked, the air of this haunted, dreadful and sorrowful land had sucked the life out of everything and roared as humanity began to disappear. As I carried on walking, I noticed that the small fraction of light was getting smaller and smaller, until it had been engulfed into a think black ash like smoke. Aggressively, the wind walked past the building with its cruddy feeling, blowing away all signs of life. Deeper and deeper into the land was a burning car door. The fire roared and crackled. The roaring and crackling of the burning car door merged with the aggressive air and created the loudest sounds ever heard on land. Growing darker, the skies made me feel nauseous. The fear of not waking up if a human fell asleep towered

The lights of the town were veiled in darkness, a mere inverted shadow amidst the gloom of the night. Distant thunderings, as those brought to mind with Dies Irae or the distant chattering of a great blaze could be heard, drawing nigh upon the trembling hands of the people frantically seeking a shade for the lights that would soon propagate should their brilliance stretch to the skies, but found difficulty locating even their hands at arm’s length, due to the cloud over the town, in the streets, as real and thick as the blanket of golden and crimson extending toward the town at a propeller’s rate, silencing the natural beauty of the countryside amid the sounds of death and destruction.

Within the second stanza, the symbolism of black smoke, dark streets, and asphalt flowers, prompts the reader to feel smothered by urbanization and industrialization. This was most evident within the juxtaposition of asphalt and flower, which shows urbanization has gone so far whereas its replaced nature

Through the strong use of figurative language in this passage of Ann Petry’s, “The Street,” Lutie Johnson’s relationship with her urban setting is effectively expressed to the reader. As Lutie experiences a relentlessly windy November night, Petry explores the harsh details of her walk by creating a vision of the environment, and conveying its relationship with Lutie through the use of selection of detail, personification, and imagery. To begin the passage, Petry utilizes selection of detail to set the tone of the environment around Lutie. The wind is the first and most exhausting character to be discussed, as “It rattled the tops of garbage cans, sucked window shades out through the top of the opened windows and set them flapping back against the windows.” This excerpt represents the simpler effects that the wind has on the environment, and is purposefully composed of words and little situations that start to build it as a possible antagonist.

The rain kept on hitting the top of my car as I drove down the old road, like how a woodpecker pecks holes into trees looking for bugs. The town of Tahlequah had really changed since I saw it last about 40 years ago. There were paved roads now and a bigger school. The small shops I remembered were now big Sears and Target stores. Busy people walked on sidewalks trying not to get rained on, and cars drove on, with so many miles to go. As I got farther out and the buildings started to trickle out into countryside, I noticed a new sound that rose above all the rest.

The wind is first described as “a cold November wind,” to give a detailed first look of its chaos. Petry then uses catalogue to list off what the wind tosses, “theater throwaways, announcements of dance and lodge meetings…” This imagery used indicates that the hostile wind is throwing aside what people may cherish and important events. Another use of imagery can be found in line 22-24, “It found all the dirt and dust and grime on the sidewalk and lifted it up so that the dirt got into their noses.” Petry includes this to show how the wind did not care for people’s privacy or well being. The wind is a major obstacle to everyone because of its hostile behaviour, “Each time she thought she has the sign in focus, the wind pushed it away from her so that she wasn’t certain,” (lines 45-47.) These examples to the reader of how hostile the wind truly was in the city, which indicates on the narrator’s mostly negative look on the urban setting. The narrator is constantly in a battle with the urban setting and it’s obstacles within

Luke Bannister, is a sixteen year and a champion drone racer. As drones are becoming more popular around the world the first person to view the EPV racing is where a drone’s user puts on headsets and navigates with a real-time view from the camera mounted on board. Luke won the World Drone Prix in Dubai where it is the biggest world drone race. The British teenage drone pilot Luke Bannister attended Paris Drone Festival in Paris France September 4, 2016. Luke’s goal is to go to the University, become a pilot and fly a real plane one day. He first got into flying acrobatics at age of ten. Then when he was eleven he built his own planes at his local model aircraft club.

Please pause for a moment, and picture in your mind the washed away remnants of what used to be a seemingly insignificant city; it is rather difficult to recognize from all the earthquake rubble and debris that there once was a town here. Bits and pieces of what used to be homes are now scattered from one end of the view to the other. A gloomy haze of dust, smoke and ash have recently enveloped over the entire countryside. Sounds of screaming, yelling and crying are bombarding one’s hearing senses; a smell of unbelievable human decaying stench is so overwhelming, the odors stimulate the gag reflex and tear ducts to produce endless retching and a cleansing wash of foul air from one’s eyes. Hungry ownerless dogs are fighting over dead infant

“I grew up there, thought I’d spend my entire life calling that city ‘Home.’ But it didn’t workout that way. I learned to love it here too,” Dustin told his neighbour’s grandkids, remembering the horrific event that tore him away from his home and ended his career. His neighbour, Sally, and her family were the only people who accepted Dustin; they shared something in common, the disaster. Sally lost her husband in the tragedy that destroyed Dustin’s once handsome face.

The last rays of the sun gleamed off golden domes and then shot up into the sky to spark the first shimmering of stars. Then the darkness came. Swift it fell, as though a lamp were snuffed out, and the air stilled, and an eerie silence grew. This was no rowdy city; not tonight. It was a city under siege, and word of the dark sorcery of the previous night ran from district to district, house to house, person to person. Fear ruled the shadows tonight. The house doors were shut. The inns were empty. All the city’s windows were barred.

As evening approaches the wall in the study recites a poem that was the mother’s favorite, “There Will Come Soft Rains.” the poem reveals what happened and how the destruction of men destroyed man. The walls in the nursery display an image of animals in the wild to soothe a child that once inhabited that room. That night a tree falls through the kitchen window and knocks over a bottle of chemicals. The house ablaze the voices in walls scream for help, “Run.

the quadcopter has four motors to move it and look nearly like a helicopter while the military grade drones are jet fuelled and look more or less the exact same as normal airplanes. So, unless you are in the military and are in need of a stealth drone, it would be best for you to go for a drone that has a simple style.

The atmosphere of this exposition is clearly foreboding: "the dark clouds, broken chimneys, unused street, solitary cat, and dead air" all prove ominous and reflect the sordid ruling mood. Failed culture and solitary of aimless women ("a cat moved itself in and out of railing") not knowing exactly what to do about their predicaments in which

Judith Wright extensively uses the structure of her poems to convey many ideas and themes. The structure of a poem is crucial to delivering its key message as it determines both the tone and how the poem is read. She shows the reader throughout the poem how the dust, which is symbolic of the barren emptiness that has “overtaken… dreams” of beauty and comfort as well as financial dependence, will consume the earth if the current environment is not conserved and protected. Wright’s use of title emphasizes this point in the clearest way she can and re-enforces her major concept to the audience. Another example of how structure is used in this poem is juxtaposition. The first and second stanzas are strategically placed next to each other because of their greatly opposing descriptions. In stanza one, the new world of dust and wind, many negative adjectives are used, such as “harsh”, “grief” and “steel-shocked”. Stanza two, which talks about the past, contains a wide range of positive adjectives such as “good”, “kinder” and “beautiful”.