Little rain

Until little girls began to fall into open sewer holes. This year, the flooding in the streets intensified, rising up a foot, drenching your knees. And lurking underneath that opaque sludge, holes feet deep looking eagerly to swallow the unwary. That one cellphone

that it will rain. The pitter-patter of precipitation on a rooftop is enough to set tranquility into even the most anxious of people; it is a soothing sound that many souls readily embrace. However, even the rain has its dirty little secrets. In The Rain by Virginia Bergin, fifteen year-old Ruby Morris must face an unrelenting terror from above. There is something in the rain – resilient, sun-shaped bacteria that devour human flesh. After losing most of her friends and family to the rain, Ruby makes

emotional tone when Gatsby reunites with Daisy. He uses the rain in chapter five to represent the nervousness of Gatsby. “With his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into the hall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire, and disappeared into the living-room. It wasn’t a bit funny. Aware of the loud beating of my own heart I pulled the door to against the increasing rain”(86). A little earlier in the chapter, Gatsby also says that the rain is supposed to stop at four. Almost as if he this trying

story which since the beginning is pretty harsh. According to Boyle, “They were together at his house one night when the rain froze on the streets and sheathed the trees in glass” (Boyle 1). Jeremy and China have the perfect weather to cuddle which they do and have sex on Jeremy’s mother’s bed. The weather is so disgusting outside and the road are actually frozen from the ice rain that it’s dangerous for China to leave Jeremy’s house. This rainy, icy and risky weather is just what Jeremy and China

SUBTITLE FADE IN: ‘17 YEARS AGO’ EXT. EDEN FALLS - ESTABLISHING - DAY On a grey day, black clouds begin to RAIN. A thunderclap snaps as lightning shatters the morose sky. CAMERA REVEALS Eden Falls, an unassuming, forgetful town in the Central California. AIREAL SHOT OF EDEN FALLS The homes and building of a town, the only high school, churches, a funeral home, tiny downtown, a minuscule police station, fire station, library, downtown, the pet food factory and finally an abandoned baseball diamond

making its way into our homes. Now a day, something new and improved comes out in the tech market. Post World War II writer, Ray Bradbury creates the worlds of “There Will Come Soft Rains” and “The Veldt”, in which he shows the idea of technology having so much power can be unsettling. In “There Will Come Soft Rains” one house remains after a nuclear holocaust, and it tries to maintain itself, but inevitably is destroyed. “The Veldt” takes place in a 1950s futuristic home, in which husband and wife

The voices I heard earlier in the day were a group of five with a couple of canines making their way up the trail. After a few comments of the rain were exchanged, the group passed to continue their ten or twelve minute journey to the top. Continuing the descent and rounding the south ridge to the west side, a second group of three approached on the trail below. In passing, I offered that our

Waking up hurt everywhere, so I end up not moving from this crappy bed all day. Not that I want to. My limbs are either stones at my sides or useless noodles that have no control. Just sleep and let my body rest. That’s the dream for today. That dream is destroyed by Thorn. Her footsteps loud and the crashing of the door even louder as she bursts in. I sit up, my spine letting out a series of cracks. She just glares at me, arms crossed. “Are you going to just keep staring at me?” she demands. “You’re

Jessica wondered as she huddled next to her Pegasus. Isalia staid quiet for a while, not knowing what to really say to Jessica, she didn’t want to disappoint her by telling her the truth, but she didn’t want to lie either. But if she lied, just a little white lie, just this one last time, perhaps Jessica wouldn’t feel so disappointed and sad, or get mad at her. “We’ll make it.” Isalia said at last, wishing she felt as sure as her words had sounded. Jessica sighed and shook her head, “Are you lying

the ground, Junho.” Junho’s eyes unlocked, his vision flooded with the cotton clouds and baby blue sky. The lively looking grass unfolded as Junho hustled to his rowdy coach. The day was too perfect. Preparing himself to run off with much confidence, rain broke out, abruptly stopping him as he made his first step to sprint. Junho took his eyes off the finish line and fixed his stare upon the upsetting clouds. Keeping his stare upon the gray clouds, he tilted his head. “It was supposed to be a perfect