The Golden Granite Walls

As the story progresses, it became evident that the setting was a post nuclear apocalypse in New York City. The author utilized descriptions such as “high towers of the gods” and “great caves and tunnels” to describe skyscrapers and subways respectively.The author’s selection of the location highlights the complete difference of the

Ground Zero Response Log In the essay "Ground Zero," Suzanne Berne shares an extremely emotional experience of her visit to Ground Zero in New York's financial district. The site where the World Trade Center once stood before the tragic events of 9/11. While sharing her experience, Berne uses imagery, figurative language, and tone to make the reader visualize and feel as she did. By using these stylistic elements, Berne shows the reader just how strong and sentimental her experience was.

Living in Welch was a very life changing time for Jeannette Walls, author of The Glass Castle. In her book, she lives in many places but doesn't stay in the same place for long. Welch was the longest place her and her family lived. As Jeannette lived her life in Welch she kept running into unbearable situations which was due to her parents lack of ability to take care of them correctly. Unlike before Jeannette starts to realize these faults in her parents. Her mother had a job and was getting a steady income but on page 198, she says , ¨So even though she had a steady job, we were living pretty much like we had before.¨ Not only did Jeannette realize her mother could not handle money she also saw her unable to hold a job and her irresponsibility

As the trains stops in downtown Toronto I can see lots of people walking on and off other trains, tall buildings, lots of cars, and the people all look so happy it just makes you feel happy inside. Now we have to walk to go to the subway and take the subway to the gym where the games are played. The subway in Canada are much cleaner and nicer than the American subways. As we walked down the concert stairs you could hear the train coming a mile away. As you see lights coming from around the corner you know it is close. As the train slowed down again you saw a lot of other people on the train.We walk onto a much longer train. On the inside it is warm and carpeted. Not many chairs but plenty of standing room. We have to wait three stops before we got off. Everytime the train stopped you could feel yourself leaning forward then jerking back. Also as the train turned you could see the whole train looked like it was being bent. As you walk up the concert stairs then walk onto the street and the sun hits your skin after being underground you feel

Social Facts. Social facts are basically the givens in a society and are not necessarily generated or a result of current generations, however they are pre-existing conditions for human agency. They pretty much limit the freedom of individual thought and shapes their beliefs, ways of thinking and etc. into a more societal norm than just an individual thought. With the Chicago Heat Wave it was a social fact that had the elderly been more socially inclusive or didn’t keep their doors locked all of the time then they may have had the opportunity to get the help they needed. Granite, I will give you that but is it also not a social fact that area where most of those elderly and poorer African American resided in was located in neighborhood

I set the box back onto the desk and paced back and forth with the rhythm of the clock. I felt myself watching it, as I passed by. All I could hear was the ticking and all I could think about was the clock inside. Oh! What kind of devilish clock must have been inside? I could only imagine, its grotesque features, twisting and curling, its sharp edges, its dark aura, its stark callous face, always ticking. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, I bound toward the box, tearing the bow and parchment away, with such furry. I flung the lid open, prepared to end this fiendish terror clock, ceasing it infernal racquet, but to my surprise, I was ridiculed by an empty box. “What is this?” I shouted with disbelief. “How is this possible?” I hurled the

Thomas Jonathan Jackson officially began his military career as a brevet second lieutenant during the Mexican-American war in 1846-1848. During his time, he became associated with Robert E. Lee who eventually became his close friend and would soon fight for the confederacy at his side (T.J. Jackson). When the southern states first began seceding from the union, Jackson was against his home state of Virginia detaching from the nation; however, he decided to pledge his loyalty to the state over the Union when ended up breaking apart from the Nation. This marked Jackson’s beginnings in the Civil War (Stonewall).

Kevin grit his teeth. His hands strangled the arms of his blue leather seat that were embroidered with white thread. Fear oozed from every pore within his body. His body tensed as we felt the engine roar, saw the turbines spin, and runway come to life. As the plane’s thrusters kicked in, Kevin shut his eyes, but I didn’t. I stared through my window and watched the runway lights gradually merge into a single line of fluorescent orange. Before I knew it, I was gazing upon Philadelphia, hundreds of feet in the air, illuminated by the light of an afternoon’s sun. Our destination, the Marine Corps Recruiting Depot.

As my two friends and I approached the Capitol, we ascended the large steps to reach the tall structure. I was not anticipating security once I set foot in the building, but there were two guards standing at the entrance. We were instructed to take off our bags, take out anything in our pockets, and put them through the x-ray conveyor belt, then step through the metal detector. While going through the detector, I noticed a gift shop to my left, and on my right was a front desk with multiple stands filled with pamphlets. As soon as we walked passed the security guards, there was a thin hallway in the middle of the room that appeared to lead to a wider space. I had no previous knowledge of where the

The Dendera zodiac was not the only case in Egypt of the Louvre actively enabling

The color of the clock was black. The clock was located on the western wall. It was an old grandpa clock that bongs every time midnight comes. The clock is an old antique from back in the day. The clock represents how time is passing by until death. The clock always shows the time that you are trying to see.

Throughout time walls become beaten, broken, and worn down; and from start, to finish, they observe it all. Walls are inanimate objects, yet they have the ability to watch life flourish or deteriorate around them. From BC to the future walls will continue to possess the power in watching life go on. They remain on the sidelines as a bystander to life’s constant change. Additionally, they were able to witness religion, community, and civil rights unfold into modern day headlines. Walls have eyes with the ability to see all; they are the only visible structure that has witnessed humanity’s day to day life throughout history.

Hi Juliet. I agree with your response. Although the marbles were originated from Greek, they were the valuable parts of the Britain. Although the marbles were part of Athenians culture and society which need to be put back where they belong, the Britain had used the marbles very effectively. The sculpture was legally purchased in the supervision of the Ottoman Empire by Lord Elgin of England and was transported to Britain before the independence of Greece. Then it was presented in the British Museum, and since then it has been seen in the museum. Furthermore, the Greece told it was taken illegally but it was legally sold. The marbles were valuable in the British Museum because it was only one way for preserving and representing the ancient

Soon, they made it to the Space Needle, a tall, towering structure that stretched high into the sky and shined like a beacon in the city. The structure stood firmly and magnificently over them, and it was absolutely captivating. The gleaming white tower was alluring with its sleek design and futuristic look. Many people gazed up at it as they stood or walked by it. Some people, mostly tourists, even snapped photos of the impressive structure.

I had fallen asleep several hours earlier in the soft, worn, red seat in the corner of an empty train car. The rhythmic sound of the train track combined with a repetitive falling rain had abated me into a much-needed slumber, after spending much of the day navigating the chaotic and often unfriendly streets of Paris. I had collapsed in the seat as soon as I boarded, thrilled to have some isolation and contented to be leaving the chaos of the big city. I was roused from my rest by the shrill sound of a train whistle, and a sudden lurch which announced that we were coming to a stop. I dug a dog-eared copy of my trusty map out of my right jeans pocket and saw that I had arrived at my stop. I glanced out the window to my left and the flashing neon yellow confirmed that we were at the train station in Interlachen, Switzerland.