The date was January 17, 2012 7:03 in the morning. The sun was just rising over the lower part of Manhattan. The brisk, stagnant air of old man winter stung in your lungs as the snow covered taxi’s drove about. Ian Boomerang steps off the Amtrak and onto the streets of lower Manhattan. The crunch of the snow beneath his feet he instantly knew that this day would be a long one. As he turned the corner onto Broadway he could smell the pungent aroma of coffee lingering out of the local coffee shop. When suddenly he saw a man with a black mask and gun running out of it. Instantly Ian stops and soars up into the sky and flies to the left at supersonic speeds making the world travel back in time three minutes. Hoping that in this time frame he …show more content…
Once he got to the subway he knew he was looking for something or someone suspicious. When, as he turned his head to the right he spotted a man dressed in a suit and tie with an oddly shaped briefcase. He watched as the man dropped the briefcase on the floor and started hurrying away. Ian knew that that must be the explosive. As he quickly ran over to the briefcase it started to smoke, at which point in time he knew he didn’t have much time. Ian opened it up and saw a red, blue, and green wire. Not knowing which one to cut he took the chance for the peoples lives inside that station. Closed his eyes, held his breath, and cut the red wire. Thankfully it was the correct wire, people all around the station started clapping and thanking Ian. As he was walking away from the subway station thinking about what great things he just did for his country it made him feel good inside and realized that is why he does this. After two instances in one day he was the talk of the town, heck even talk of the country. Headlines on tv said “Miraculous man saving lives” and “Hero saves hundreds of peoples lives”. As he started to cross the street a young woman scream, realizing that she found the man that can turn back time. She instantly asked him to take back time so that she wouldn’t cheat on her boyfriend and lose him. Ian said in a stern voice, “I am sorry, but I will only use my strength for fighting crimes, not because someone wants
The unkind culture of New York was irrelevant while he was in awe of the snow and towering buildings. The pure white snow gave off a new and exciting feeling for their new home and opportunities waiting for them. As he and his
It was just another average and ordinary day in New York. The birds were flying, the air was turning cold from the transition from Summer to Fall, and it was just another day in the office. But, at around 8:45, the North Tower
Within moments, everyone was alerted and moved like grease lightning to safety. Reacher had managed to take the package out back and sat it gently on the ground. The Bomb Squad was there almost in a snap.
De Sica’s film Bicycle Thieves was egarded as one of the neorealist films’ masterpiece. This film was released in 1948, where Italy was still striving for the reconstruction of the society. Under this time background, the film was highly realistic. He portrayed Italy’s real socio-economic conditions in the post-war period by using a cutting-point of a father Antonio and his son Bruno. In the film, the harsh living of Italians was exposed under the camera (e.g. lack of jobs and foods, destroyed infrastructure) and brought out reflections on morals and ethics. The following comments from different authors would reveal the implications behind the scenes.
Winter is viewed as part of a fable, and Christmas time consist of lying on the beach, soaking in the radiant sun. Everyday feels as though it is vacation. Conversely, New York City experiences significant differences in temperature. During the summer, New York City’s weather mirrors that of Miami’s warm climate. However, the weather during the winter is a whole another story. The days and nights consist of freezing temperatures, which at times, can even fall into the negatives. The heavy snowfalls create a thick blanket of snow which covers the whole city,
At six o’clock in the evening, New York City comes to life again. After finishing the hard work in the store, I back home in a hurry and replace my overalls into my tailor-made dress. By the appointment with Jimmy last week, I come to the board the cruise ship to the Coney Island.
Jonas landed in New York for the first time reuniting with his mother and sister (Gong). As we know New York today is not what it was 100 years ago, it’s constantly growing, just like in 1919 (See Figure 2). Broadway was under construction, the uprising of these new buildings made the rush through Broadway that much busier. Another factor was the snowy winters, these harsh cold seasons would’ve been a challenge for many, like the construction delays, the cold days and the industrialization of New York, represented the era of the 1990s.
All this freezing cold weather in Latvia has made me remember the year 1963. I was only five years old. Why do I remember this particular snow storm? Well it was because it was the first big snowstorm of my life and there was so much snow and I was so little. My dad worked as an editor for the Latvian newspaper “Laiks” or “Times” in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York. We lived just a couple of blocks away from the newspaper office so dad went to work in that storm. He figured since others couldn’t make it to work he could hold down the fort.
After a few seconds the first fuse lit. Just before the package lit he glanced up at the work bench and saw the mass chaos that was unfolding before him. Without thinking Audi dropped the grinder and quickly ducked behind his lawn tractor. That was when it happened. Like a bomb, a nuke, a grenade the exposition rocked the entire garage, causing the grinder, once laying on the workbench, to catapult through the air towards the door, and towards Audi. He caught the airborne tool with such force it threw him to the ground. Just when he thought that was it, the second package went off, filling the garage with a loud rumbling, and a light brighter than the sun. This explosion blew out the windows. This chain of events continued with a third and final explosion Causing his ear drums to pop, and his lungs to fill with the aroma of freshly lit gunpowder, Audi was left gasping for air. After this series of events took place he stood up, scratched his head, and started laughing. At that moment his wife Judy came bursting through the door, looking like she had just seen a ghost. Audi quickly told her that he was alright and that he wouldn’t be buying anymore fireworks. He quickly cleaned up the mess that his mistake had created. Then he finished his job of sharpening the blades and mowing the yard. Life for Audi has been ordinary ever
At this particular moment, a day in the dying months of the year 2015, I find myself crossing Rue de la Cathedral, the already icy November wind biting into the back of my neck, without a jacket. It’s the fourth time in a span of a couple hours, but I’m oblivious to my frigid surroundings. Once to the other side, I cross again, and again, pacing a dent in the ground under my feet.
The sky was filled with thick, grey clouds on a chilly, winter afternoon. The trees were stripped cleanly of their leaves. Children were playing street hockey, much to the disdain of the
Bicycle Thieves (1948) is the story of a father and his desperate search for his stolen bicycle, without which he faces poverty and an inability to support his young family. The film was directed by Vittorio De Sica, who co-wrote the screenplay with Cesare Zavattini, based on the novel of the same name by Luigi Bartolini. André Bazin (1971) notably champions the view that it is a 'true masterpiece' of Italian neorealism, to which it was a relative late comer, in fact he insists that De Sica had reignited the aesthetic of neorealism, breathing new life into what he felt was a struggling movement.1 In many ways, his assertion was true, with the likes of Rossellini and Visconti continuing to produce additions to the canon, De Sica again contributing
October is glorious in Downtown Toronto. It is a perfect 16 degrees, humidity low, and the sky a cloudy white. The familiar rush of pedestrians speeding through the sidewalk exhibits that one is in downtown. Despite it being downtown, there is no traffic. The roads are closed due to the Scotiabank marathon. A couple of runners pass by me, followed by faint cheers. I let out a stifled sigh as a light gust of wind passes by and causes me to shiver.
We continued down the early morning streets of New York, the sun barely peeking over the towering concrete and stone giants surrounding us. Not many people were out at this time of day, and it felt as though there were even less with all the newsies absent from their usual corners. Albert had started to slow down as we got closer to the Lodging House. It was quiet, as if a strange spirit had taken over now that all the rambunctious and rowdy young boys were out causing trouble elsewhere. Even from farther away, you could still hear faint shouts in the distance rising up from the aforementioned ragamuffins. When one particularly loud uproar rose into the air, Albert yanked me up the stairs, my
As the day progresses on and Medina and his family continue their journey over the Brooklyn Bridge, the snow presents the newly discovered mood; now twisted into what is described as “Cotton swabs dripped in Mercury.” (Medina, 73). This mood was also backed up with Medina’s overall perspective of New York