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kane and lonely streets the car disappears behind the store alley. The camera is blocked, but moves at the same speed the car is behind the building. We hear the radio turn on the car the sounds it expels giving an American twang. Another reason to adore the scene is the world it inhabits. As the camera goes back to ground level it stays at a steady pace following the car, which is anticipating the action. We can see the architecture as the car the couple are in moves by the street, making the viewers

“Gavin, do not pull the trigger!” I shouted across the alleyway. Before I could finish my sentence, the bullet had left the muzzle of the slick hand gun and straight into the once blood bumping heart of the victim. The power of one small, metal bullet was unthinkable, taking away another one’s unconditional love, a lifetime of memories. The gunshot cracked into the air as loud as the thunder. I examined Gavin’s face. Fear, guilt and regret was written all over it. He ran over to the lifeless body

scenarios which I, myself, do not believe I could withstand. Initially, the book showed me that the Jews were despised, preyed upon, and often felt very unsafe just walking in the street. It’s very sad that people felt unsafe around their homes, and where they grew up. It’s also sad that Jews were harrassed in the street and around their houses. I think you should be able to walk freely without being nervous to be taunted. The Jews, however, couldn’t walk freely, were so often spit on, and called

Buzzing townspeople littered the streets, emitting an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation. Basil leaves that atmosphere behind, weaving through the dim alleyways, each turn further distancing him from the noise. Soon the cobble path turned into gravel, each step making a crunch that bounced and echoed on the decaying walls. A cool breeze from behind him pulled at his gray cloak, entering the dark abyss of the warehouse entrance before him. He steels himself— shoulders lowered, chin up, and

their mouth to hide it, and if you don’t do what they want, they will mark a scar on your face. These pictures were so shocking that they remained in my head for many years. As a matter of fact, my friends and I did our best to avoid empty and dark streets when returning from school especially when it’s the night to prevent getting mugged or even aggressed with no reason. When I was about 10, years old my parents did not let me play far from our house I couldn’t figure out why until one day a friend

Secondly, they invest a lot of time in how they appear to other people. The outside of a home is the first thing someone sees when they stop by or pass through a street, so good first impressions are something homeowners take very seriously. In comparison, travel to North Gaines street in Davenport, Iowa. The homes that line this street are small. Front lawns are clut- tered with weeds, patchy grass, and various other children’s toys. Sidewalks are over- grown with weeds, and outdoor landscapes are

June Lévesque, also known as “The Snake Lady”, has been living in the streets and performing black magic, in the streets of New Orleans longer than anyone could remember. Her nickname is well earned, everyday she steals and cheats people, slithers her way through the streets all day and night tricking visitors into believing her gibberish and giving her money. The childhood of Miss Lévesque, had been quite similar to the way she lives now. Grungy and dirty, living with her mother in a small shotgun

Huckleberry Lane and all the world seemed to be asleep. The wind swept through the small town of Hampton that morning, encasing the whole town in a thin sheet of snow that stuck to the streets. School children had celebrated with joyous cries as the flakes kissed the ground. The games and snow fights filled the streets of Hampton had filled the day with laughter and pink-tinted cheeks. Once darkness began to arrive, mothers called to their children with the promise of warm soups and flaky desserts.

Blue plastic gloves on, overworked brooms in hand, youth walked through the streets of Chinatown towards the narrow alleys between buildings. These alleys were littered with cigarette butts, some still burning with the stench of smoke, urban liquid flowing along the gaps of concrete, and accumulations of debris blocking the way. Along with this “beautiful” sight was spray paint doodles on the walls. We fought through the terrifying landscape with our brooms, pickers and trash bags. With our hands

Problems facing the Anderson Community Anderson, Indiana is falling apart, literally. There are too many abandoned and deteriorating buildings in Anderson and that issue need to be addressed. Anderson focuses on issues that are trivial instead of its infrastructure. Empty houses or other structures can be a target for illegal uses or vandalism. Abandoned buildings should be repurposed or torn down. Therefore, Anderson must address this problem. Anderson city worries about changing the location