Windy Day In Chicago

The city always seemed to push the stars farther away from the world in the dead of night. Rain had begun to sprinkle downtown and it began to trickle across the top of the parked cars in the street. Vernon was sitting there silently listening to the drizzle outside that sounded like pebbles falling on a tin roof, still thinking about the dreams his been having. The Coffee Cup was like any other diner nestled between apartments and liquor stores. There was seven cut-up stools and behind them against the wall sat a cigarette machine and no smoking sign. The counter was worn from years of service. Two booths sat facing the storefront windows

Infatuation with Independence Imagery and word choice in The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls portrays the traumatic experiences she faced throughout her life. Descriptive language depicts her emotional journey of independence. Jeannette expresses the realization that her dreams can be truly fulfilled, in New York City. By beginning this new chapter in her life, Jeannette’s situation can only improve. Just like the “spires” that outline the city’s horizon, Jeannette too will rise up.

Months ago when he first stepped outside, the bright rays of light almost blinded him. He raised a pale hand to his face in a petty attempt to shield himself. Now under the dying sun, he could see the city in its entirety. When the surrounding area grew darker, red and orange lights that brushed over the streets began to grow in intensity. Walkers on the sidewalk began to flourish in their own happiness as they hurried from their jobs and into the weekend.

The fog was like tracing paper over her eyes. From what she could see above, the blue sky was turning navy. Lily was standing at a bus stop wishing she was wearing gloves and a hat. She pulled her coat ever tighter around herself. Her lips were numb, her jaw fighting to chatter. The bus was late and she was meant to be meeting her friend Daisy on it. Daisy, when approached with the idea of travelling via public transport to the unpronounceable French café she desperately wanted to go to, seemed disgusted at the very notion. Lily reminded her that not everyone could rely on their Daddy buying them a new car as soon as they turned seventeen and that it certainly wasn't her fault if it was made unavailable due to an MOT. Daisy blushed prettily.

Through the strong use of figurative language in this passage of Ann Petry’s, “The Street,” Lutie Johnson’s relationship with her urban setting is effectively expressed to the reader. As Lutie experiences a relentlessly windy November night, Petry explores the harsh details of her walk by creating a vision of the environment, and conveying its relationship with Lutie through the use of selection of detail, personification, and imagery. To begin the passage, Petry utilizes selection of detail to set the tone of the environment around Lutie. The wind is the first and most exhausting character to be discussed, as “It rattled the tops of garbage cans, sucked window shades out through the top of the opened windows and set them flapping back against the windows.” This excerpt represents the simpler effects that the wind has on the environment, and is purposefully composed of words and little situations that start to build it as a possible antagonist.

Her old town valued money and status. This town values relationships and hard work. The influence of this community is positive on her. They let her live her life with Tea Cake instead of trying to turn their relationship into a town relationship. Their relationship is strengthened because of the

On a warm, sunny Texas afternoon I walked through the Southlake strip mall. In the air a pungent odor danced around me. My hand went immediately to my nose, to block out the smell. The sun’s heat came glaring down at me as I shielded my hands in front of my face to keep the ray of light from hurting my sensitive eyes. The clouds seemed to dance across the vibrant blue sky. The pounding of my feet echoed across the

Leaving her place of employment, Lehane took in a deep breath, driving towards Pike Market. Lehane thought about the day, about everything going on around her. Nathaniel coming back, Chris coming back, her father died, and, her brother doing something that he shouldn't have done. It was all piling up inside needing to break out or something along those lines. Parking her car, she got out and walked the mile to Pike's Market. Pike's Market wasn't just known for its Wharf; It was one of the most historical parts of Downtown Seattle, Washington. That and the Space Needle, but Pike's that was the place all the tourists went. Not just to watch the cargo ships come in, or the fisherman bringing in their hauls, but it was a family environment. It was a place

A sickly breeze slithers around the corner of a long brick building and pulls bits of paper and trash into its wickedly spiraling game. Grey fog, twisting and warping into grotesque patterns, oozes up from the dank stream of sewage that floats lazily down the gutters of the stone-made road. A hunchbacked old man trundles through the mist, the collar of his tattered jacket clenched tightly around his face to ward off the slight autumn chill of the brisk morning air. He hardly slows at the sound of another being moving towards him through the smog. A small, dirty child, adorned in a ragged yellow dress waddles by, on her way to the factory where she will spend her day exposed to many hazardous conditions. Thus was the life of the people in

Making her way toward the sidewalk, she turned right on Doveland Drive. Without a car, Anita must walk two and a half miles to reach Forest Creek Lane, the predominantly upper-class part of town. As she walked, her stomach turned as if she had ridden a fast carnival ride and no matter what she tried to calm her nerves, her attempts were futile. When she reached the street, she couldn't help but stare in awe at the beautiful houses that lined it. Some had the latest car park in front, others had empty spaces while the owner was at work. Anita imagined handsome doctors carrying briefcases and housewives wearing wearing the latest fashions. Anita, at 22, still lived with her parents in the not-so-nice part of town, where houses where becoming dalapitated and the roads and sidewalks were cracked and never fixed. Always feeling as if she didn't belong where she lived, she often imagianed what it would be like to live as other

“You’ll make a lovely bouquet for my kitchen,” she whispered to the fragrant blossoms. Standing straight, she made her way to her home, looking over her shoulder at the dirt road passing along the side of it. It had been busy in the recent months, but today, it remained empty, stretching out into the horizon and into the small village below.

It was a stunning Saturday morning in June and the sun was shining brightly over beautiful Des Moines, Iowa. Children were running on the bright green grass, scarce clouds slowly swam across the great big blue sky. The wealthy neighborhood of Woodhock was just waking up and everything was going regularly, as it always had, in the Jennings household. Maids running around tending to things around the house, cooks preparing breakfast, and Caroline Jennings oversleeping as she always did on Saturdays.

her parents had decided that it was time they moved. the neighborhood that was once very nice when her parents bought it had slowly deteriorated.

An unsettling evening wind started to blow its way through the Central Park. The sun began to set, sending a cascade of colors streaming through the evening sky. The day had started with the normal chaos that a normal Friday had encompassed. John was having difficulty finishing the last piece of business for that day, his mind kept day dreaming towards his lovely wife and wonderful children. As he set in his chair completely exhausted in his tattered office listening to the clock that was ticking in the background, and it approached the wishful hour of five o’clock.

Iris looked at me with confusion as I held the doorknob of a shabby building, daring myself to twist it. The front wall stood out suspiciously against the almost clinical utopia that surrounded it for miles and miles - you look to the right, there were rolling green hills that in the past would have been called fake, and on the left, a glistening blue sea and tall as can be skyscrapers. Ten years ago, where we just were a few minutes ago, you'd never see any of this - it was a sleepy city with not much going for it, but it's all hustle and bustle now.