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 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.

T’was the nigh before thanksgiving break, and all through the dorms, not a freshman was stirring because all had already left. The alarm clock went off at four thirty the next morning and like a flash bulb memory, I was 4 years old, being woken up by my parents at the crack of dawn to catch an early flight to fly to Canada. I don’t know why this memory has lasted, perhaps my first time to Canada? My extreme love of flying? Whatever it was, even at that age I remember very specific details about that trip, from what the airport looked like to what color hair the person who taught me to ski had -He was blond and had a very strong accent. During my travels home for break, my flight to Chicago was delayed over five hours in Denver because Chicago

"Now this is the point .You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing .But you should have seen me . . . what foresight" (Edgar Ch.3) the protagonist writes in other to claim his insanity. He was warmhearted to the old man during the whole week before taking his life, every midnight of the week he enters gently into the old man room after turning the latch of his door open with his lantern lit, he then put his head in after an hour of trying to get in slowly in other not to wake the old man, he then bragged about how wise he is once again after entering the room and how a mad man couldn’t have done that. The protagonist undid the lantern, just enough to let a ray fall on the old man's vulture eye, he did it for seven straight nights but couldn't kill the old man, because his eye was always closed, he had a problem with the evil eye and not the old man which he however did on the eight night while he was trying to put his head in the old man room even though he was extremely cautious he makes a little noise which alerted and woke the old man and says ‘Who is there”, the protagonist says nothing and waits there for an hour without moving meanwhile the old man was up also because he felt someone was in his

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.

The First December Day I woke slowly, eyelashes fluttering gently as I blinked my way into reality-- gently rising from the slumber I had plunged into the night before. Sunlight was just barely sneaking through the bamboo blinds of my light pink room, leaving my bed in a shadow of deep purple as if it was afraid to pull me from my dreaming too soon. The room was still chilly and the floorboards a frigid slate of ice as I pulled on the slipper-socks that my mother had set beside my bed, and sleepily padded over to the window.

Just as I said I would, I married Charles Baker Harris seven months after he properly proposed to me on my seventeenth birthday. I had no desire to ever move away from Maycomb, so we settled in a house down the street from my childhood home, where Atticus lived the rest of his life.

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!

We then went to an Asian market that was next door called Zhengs Market. When we first walked in there was a bunch of bamboo plants that were placed in Buddha or elephant pots. The store had an odor about it, it almost smelled like something was spoiled. I couldn’t figure out what the smell was, but it was very strong. The store offered a variety of Asian spices, sauces, meats, and rice’s. The store even offered traditional dinnerware, chopsticks,

A Day In A life It was Sunday morning November 5, 2017 the first day of day light savings, I woke at 8 o’clock to use the restroom. Then my boyfriend woke up and asked me if I wanted to go to church at 8:30 a.m., I said yes. We immediately jumped out of bed, and we began to get ready for church. We heated the car for 10 minutes and we left to church. We got to church and the mass was about an hour and a half. After church we went to go pick up my boyfriend’s car to take it to Super Mall in Chicago because he wanted to install an alarm and a remote starter for the winter. We took both cars because they were going to take a while installing the alarm and mean while we can go somewhere else, so we will not be bored. On our way to Chicago I called my mom to see what she was doing, we talked all the way there. While waiting for the car we went to Little Village to get some fresh fruit, chicharrones, and corn. We ate our treats in the car. In the fruit cup there was watermelon, mango, coconut, pineapple, melon, cucumber, and jicama garnished with salt, lime, and tajin. Tajin is a powder seasoned chili. The fruit was very delicious especially the watermelon it was very juicy. After eating our goodies, we went to see if the car was ready, it was ready and we went back home. There was a lot of traffic on our way back home because there was a car accident. When we arrived home, I called my cousin to see if she was home so I can interview her she said yes. We drove to her house and as

It was a dark, and gloomy day, and I was walking to the bus stop to head to his geometry class. It was the day before my birthday. I was so excited, I just wanted it to be here. All of his aunts, grandparents, and uncle’s were coming. There was just one problem, I didn’t know what he wanted to do for his birthday; I knew that all of his family would asked me what I wanted for his birthday. I was sad that I had no friends that could make it, but he new that his family all loved him. Oh I’m here. Just wait you will here what the other kids have to say about me being here.

One cold snowing day on January 25, 2015 my 21st birthday was the best birthday I ever had and I’m here to tell you about it. The first thing I did was go to Miami south beach Florida I had the time of my life the plane ride was all some they treated us well and welcome us to Miami. When I got their I didn’t know how to act. The view was all some we were right on Ocean drive at the Bentley hotel the room was all some we had 2 beds, living room, 3tvs it was the best.

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. The first thing I

Last Day 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