Unbirthday Descriptive Writing

People have no idea what occurs in the canning room at Durham’s. The chemists advertise mushroom catsup. In reality, the men who made these don’t even know what they look like. They would put animal 's body parts that humans wouldn 't eat into the cans. “ "De-vyled" ham was made out of the waste ends of smoked beef that was too small to be sliced by the machines; also tripe, dyed with chemicals so, that it would not show white . Finally the hard cartilaginous gullets of beef, after the tongues, had been cut out” (Sinclair).” mixing all these animal parts they created a new mixture which tasted like something, then sold it which would earn them a great amount of wealth.They gave cows tuberculous to make them gain weight quickly. They were putting the horses in the canned food, later banned the practice because the newspaper exposed them. Now it is against the law (Sinclair).”

The narrator’s relationship with the elderly man is never disclosed in the story. What is known is that he feared the man’s “vulture eye”. It is describe as pale blue with a film over it. The narrator states that “Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold…” Due to this discomfort, the narrator believes the only rational solution to this problem is by killing the old man. His actions demonstrate the possibility that the narrator suffered from some variation of mental illness. In addition, the narrator tends to repeatedly tell readers that he isn’t mad. He doesn’t believe that any of his actions in the story make him mad. The narrator acts in a wisely but, cautious manner as he carries out the stalking and eventual murder of this poor old man, something in which he

The Birthday by Mike McCormick seemed to start out strange at first but as the reader keeps reading the story it gets more bizarre,and as a result it could change the reader's perspective on things, resulting in a whole new point of view of life in the future. It’s a short story about a kid who is having a birthday party, and his dad who just happens to drop to the ground and starts spewing smoke out of his nose and mouth, and an occasional spark would occur around him, at first one might think he was struck by lightning or electricity but that's not the case here. The kid's mom then quickly got everyone inside and decided to call Uncle Steve, at first the reader might think, maybe he is a doctor, maybe he knows how to fix this strange problem the dad was having. But all we knew was that he is just their uncle. When uncle steve arrived he asked the Nate if he wanted to go help fix his dad, as uncle steve was checking on Nate's dad he seemed to be using strange methods and tools like screwdrivers and pliers, while also tugging at his arms, wrenching at something underneath his armpit, and sticking his finger between his teeth feeling for something, but somehow that made him work again.

But then all of a sudden he was hearing a ringing In his ears which was him starting to feel guilty, he said, '' The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.'' , that the sound was coming from the old man. The he started to do weird stuff for example,'' I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased.

The purpose of this analysis is to consider parts of the context in which the Book of Ezekiel was written in. Through this, we can come to a better understanding of the meaning of the passages by studying the authorship, time period, the setting, and the people to whom it was written. In Ezekiel 36:22-32, Ezekiel prophesies about the restoration of Israel and delivers God’s promises to the people of Israel. In this analysis, we seek to understand what meaning these prophecies and the text have in the setting of the Old Testament. We also want to know how these prophecies which were addressed to the people of Israel apply to us today. Finally, I will share my personal interpretation of the

The container was filled with oysters, clams and other fish parts purchased from a fishmongers in Shetland. The outer parts of the casing were articulated so when Ash prodded the case, the fingers contracted.

One night while observing the old man, he accidentally woke him up, but it did not end well for the old man because it was the night he would die. “Yes. He was dead! Dead as a stone. His eye would trouble me no more!”

I stood in a gymnasium with over 700 other art pieces on display. I can still feel my stomach drop in amazement when seeing my drawing hung up in a glass case with a huge best ­in ­show ribbon dangling from the side. It was the annual conference art competition, and my third year of participating. Additionally, it was an extremely proud moment for me knowing my hours of work and long nights without sleep had payed off. Taking first out of the whole competition marked a gratifying moment in my life. Reflecting over the past few years, I understood why making art is such a big part of me.

A square may be a rectangle, but a rectangle may never be a square. This idea is not complex, however when it is applies in Aristotle’s Poetics to the Greek Epics and Tragedies, it is suddenly not only applicable in an arithmetic context, but it gives a relevant and true breakdown of the commonalities and different components within these genres of literature. Within these poetics, Aristotle explicates the difference between an Epic and a Tragedy and defines the structure in which these must be composed. Not only does he articulate the manner in which this must be done, but he holds the poet accountable for each artistic choice and their adherence or diversion from this structure he has so clearly

Throughout the short story, The Birthday, the writer, Samantha Ashenhurst uses the writing tool: Get the name of the dog. To begin with, Samantha begins the story with a descriptive introduction, which gives the reader the ability to visualize the current circumstance’s atmosphere. For instance, the author mentions the specific kind of drink and pizza, the color of the blinds, the exact number of times she pukes, and takes medicine, etc. She describes the background’s setting in details as well. In my opinion, Samantha’s very specific, which portrays how honest she is. This also leads to building the writer’s own distinct voice. Thus, this effectively initiates a connection with the reader psychologically.

I tasted the spiciness in the food, and I was wondering if the spice is from the pepper he added before. Not only that, but I was also able to perceive subtle difference of flavor, from the secret ingredient – half-consumed beer became invisible in Yakisoba, but aroma remained. What was that about? In fact, the ingredients looked quite simple, just pork and cabbage, but with browned surface in places, conflated with the fragrant smell of sesame oil, nothing could stop me from eating my food.

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.

It was a hot day in Borrego Springs. My Dad, my best friend Sean Maloney and I were going on a long ride around Borrego Springs. We got geared up and I was excited to ride my new bike it was a blue and white Yamaha TTR250. My dad came home one day with a new bike a couple of days before the trip, then we went on a ride.

I woke up at four a.m., showered, changed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and drove to work, but that’s when the fundamentals of the world changed. Earth practically quivered with the anticipation of the future for the world. That day, the world was thrown out of balance. The volcano under Yellowstone park exploded forever changing the world as we knew it. The volcano wasn’t expected to erupt for centuries, yet it still exploded. Millions of people died from just the ash alone. Families trapped in buildings and killed as the roof caved in, crushing them to death. Others separated from their other loved ones, unable to contact them and know if they were alive. During that crisis, here I am driving to work, unaware of the calamity

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!