The Storm Essay Chapter 1

A tall wood paneled door opened in the wall and a large man walked into the room. He sat himself down behind the console. This man wore a suit like everyone else Storm had seen since the got out of Davenport’s car. In a casual touch it seemed, the man wore no tie.

At the headquarters of the Louisiana National Guard, located in the lower 9th ward, the soldiers were not yet aware that the canal levees were giving way. The Guard’s commander

Marriage is a tradition that was passed down through human history for over five thousand years now. The traditional marriage involves a man and a woman who love and support each other, although in today society it might not be the case. Generally, in traditional marriage, the woman and the man will hold loyalty towards one another because they have a relationship that was established upon trust and bond. Adultery and premarital sex were not existed in that age. However, what we see on the news everyday was a totally different story. The question becomes what leads women to commit adultery and what did they get out of it.

"no I just don't believe in the supernatural world I guess"I said throwing my hands up

What is theme? “Theme is the subject of a talk, a piece of writing whether literature, stories, etc., a person’s thoughts or feelings and/or a discussion on a certain topic.” (Theme) So what does theme mean to us in regards to Kate Chopin’s stories? By knowing theme and how to analyze it, it can help us decipher Kate Chopin’s writings and obtain a deeper level of thinking on what she was really trying to say in her literature and the feelings she was going through while doing so.

“You’re going to think I’m being silly if I tell you.” She pouted in frustration.

“No, I didn’t, and now I’m startin’ to feel sorry for ever havin’ doubted your religion,” I told her being hardly able to contain my giddiness. “Now why don’t you work on a spell for gettin’ me high?”

It was a cold a wednesday morning, and Tyler went to start to his truck like usual. So

Easton looked from one druid to the next as each one stood and nodded their agreement. Easton stood. “My heart is full with the honor you bestow on myself, my grandmother, my wife, and our son.” He nodded to Beorn. “That includes you, Father.”

“What?” I gasped, pretending to be offended. “You mean you do not remember me?” I asked.

In the early morning, I took a deep breath in, a familiar scent filled my nose: a pungent odor of salt and a pinch of sulfur in the damp air. The droplets of briny seawater clung to my stubble as I peered into the storm. The fog overcame my sightlines, I could only see about fifty meters in the distance. As our vessel sailed through the choppy waters, I could make out what looked to be a wall of some sort. Suddenly, an alarm sounded behind me. Rapidly, I turned around to see why someone had triggered such a ruckus, Captain Byrne sat in the cockpit signaling for me to hurry back inside the boat, that’s when I noticed the seeming wall-like object was a wave. I pushed my way through the strong winds back inside to where the rest of the

My shoulder slouched against the car door and my head lay against the window, my whole body could feel the vibrations of the wind that the car was stirring. On me, my Panic! At The Disco t-shirt, and my tan, spider necklace. I grasped the charm in my hand, a spider is a reminder that our choices have consequences, just as how a spider’s web affects its survival. Next to me, my friends Julia and Shayla. Staring at screens, we tried to mask our excitement. “Hey, let’s listen to some songs, to prepare for the concert,” Julia proclaimed turning to her mom then to the radio, Shayla and I giggled in response. Music from our favorite band began to surround us, Julia sang out without shame and she moved to the beat. The music carried us all the way to the Hollywood Amphitheatre.

In the early morning hours, I waited, perched on the bow leaning over the edge of the vessel. I took a deep breath in, A familiar scent filled my nose: slightly sulfury, and a pinch of musk from the damp air. The droplets of briny seawater clung to my stubble as I peered into the storm. The fog overcame my sightlines, I could only see about fifty meters into the distance. As our vessel sailed through the choppy waters, I could make out what looked to be a wall of some sort. Suddenly, an alarm sounded behind me. Rapidly, I turned around to see why someone had triggered such a ruckus, Captain Byrne sat in the cockpit signaling for me to hurry back inside the boat, that’s when I noticed the seeming wall-like object was a wave. I pushed my

Grandma didn’t want to go to Florida. We’re halfway there and she’s going whether she likes it or not. We have never been close to Grandma and we would like to get to know her. We have not seen her in a very long time. We have, essentially, kidnapped her but she seems to be waking up. We keep driving, trying not to panic at the fact that she’ll realize what has happened. After hearing the forecast this morning it is supposed to storm later today but as of now there are only a few clouds covering up the blue sky.

In life, God sometimes answers our prayers at an unexpected time. It can happen when you’re facing a storm in your life. It might not be at the right time for us, but God sees it differently.