Simmering

It was a day I would never forget.We were all sitting in the fire hall and there was a fire call. And the call was on Montag’s street. He knew where we were heading. We jumped in the red fire truck and started down the road. The look on Montag's face gave it away that he knew where we were going. And he looked like he knew what he did. We pulled in his driveway, and he knew that he did something wrong. Mildred face was like she turned him in. We were going into the house and Mildred was standing

In Langston Hughes' poem "Harlem," the author delves into the theme of deferred dreams and the impact of societal constraints on individual aspirations, particularly within the African American community. Hughes uses vivid imagery and poignant language to convey the frustration and stagnation experienced by those whose dreams are deferred. This paper will explore the themes of deferred dreams and the African American experience in "Harlem," examining how Hughes employs poetic devices to convey these

The day was so boiling that you could see the heat simmering above the road. I sat beside Lauren, my best friend of two years, as we buzzed down the highway in her father’s, or as I call him Burnie’s, Cadillac De Ville Convertible. With the roof off and wind in our ears, blocking any possible sound from being heard. We’d only barely hit year six, yet I felt older and invincible, as if nothing horrid could happen. In front of us were six bikers on motorbikes, and at least another half a dozen riding

Travis by Wyly Martin.Sketch of William Travis by Wyly Martin. By 1834, after being arrested in a clash with troops from the local Mexican garrison in the community of Anahuac, Travis returned to San Felipe and joined the local government there. As simmering tensions with Mexico threatened to boil over into rebellion, Travis was one of the first to sign up for the Texan forces. At one point, Santa Anna personally ordered his arrest, boosting his profile exponentially among the Texas rebels. By late 1835

Clank! The sound of the door slamming shut reverberated ominously through the ten by ten holding cell, filling its lone occupant with an eerie sense of foreboding. As instructed, Jed Baker turned around and stuck his hands through an opening in the bars. He didn't move a muscle when the handcuffs were removed, nor did he rub the red gouges where they had dug deep into his wrists. What he did do was level a killing glare at the dipshit deputy to reinforce the warning that he'd given the man earlier

conjoin. This interest only became amplified when I began Introduction to Anthropology at Virginia Commonwealth University. I grew up in a rural town with its own personal customs and way of life. Last year I moved to the city and it was alive and simmering with different cultures and traditions. There was the obvious one that I was sucked into, college life, where binge drinking happened every weekend and the library was a haze of stress. Even within this small segment of society, diversity thrives

meatballs with a little oil (enough to coat the pan). If she were making pork necks, she’d season the pork necks with salt & pepper and brown the pork necks in garlic flavored oil. After the meat is browned it is placed in the large pot of simmering tomato gravy. To be certain that all the meat remnants and drippings were incorporated in the large pot, she would ladle tomato sauce into the sauce pan, under low heat, and scrape all the bits up with a wooden spoon. Then transfer the meat bits

The Civil War is a war that had marked a defining moment in United States history. Long simmering sectional tensions reached a critical stage during the time period of 1860 – 1861 when eleven slaveholding states seceded and formed the Confederate States of America. With disagreement on politics that cause had led to war in April of 1861, as the Confederates insisted on their right to leave the Union and the loyal states refused to allow them to go. During the Civil war period, the Southern states

the soup arrived, the pungent scent engulfed my senses, leaving a tingling sensation inside my nose. Composed of various vegetables and beans, the soup was healthy, providing vital nutrients. Without hesitation, I instantaneously dived into the simmering soup, forgetting

America needs from its poet, no one could have known it would be Whitman. Emerson praised “Leaves of Grass” saying it was “the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom America has yet contributed,” (Reynolds ix). Whitman once said “I was simmering, simmering, simmering. Emerson brought me to a boil.” (Chase 12-13) in regards to Emerson’s essay. Another influence was in 1861 during the Civil War. Walt’s brother George joined the Brooklyn regiment, George wrote Walt of his stories and over the course of