Double Entry Journal “Scar it, give it a twisted branch – perfect trees don’t exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree” (pg. 177)
The first two chapters, “A Darkling Plain” and “Prelude to Dust” explain human dislocation that developed from this drought. The next two parts, lets readers view the harsh conditions. Survivors of this crisis give the reader their perspective of the storm and how it tore down their community. The story then goes on to describe how humans misuse of these plains resulted in the “black blizzards,” that destroyed farms, homes, and top soil.
Although at first glance the tree seemed ugly to most people, Rose Mary found it beautiful even though it was twisted and bent as well as scraggly. Inspired by the beauty of the Joshua tree she tells them to go into town, and
In paragraph 15 the author states “In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of thunder and the feel of rain blowing in through the open window.” This shows us as readers that they were frightened by what was to come of the storm. As
That night, I looked out my window only to see tree limbs whipping around and snapping in half. I was so scared to sleep in my bedroom, I kept dreaming that a tree was going to come crashing into my room and crush me. Instead of sleeping, I stayed up all night with my dad. My dad was always interested in finding out what took out our power, but the conditions were too rough outside for him to go searching through the
“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,”
It wasn’t what I expected. The air had a gray tint to it, and a damp, foul smell like an ashtray... That field probably got hit by lightning last night. Stirred up the muck fire.” Those pieces of evidence shows how the novel has a nature conflict in it.
The once starry night now resembled a cluster of tiny white smudges engulfed by a grim lifeless mass. Just as my eyes were fully shut, I heard a distant yell, followed by a woman 's piercing shriek. My last thought, “What is happening to me.” “We need to evacuate the building.” “Wake the girl, we have to move, NOW.”
I looked out from the passenger side window as we pulled into our parking spot. The trees were beginning to go bare in the frigid October weather, and the ground was covered in their dry, crispy leaves. The four of us were going on a haunted hayride tonight, a popular past-time for season. We clambered out of the car and left our bags behind. It had rained the day before, and it made the ground beneath us soft with mud and trampled leaves.
It was now getting very late and going on midnight. Andrew turned off the lights in our room we hopped into our beds in the dark of room and the light coming from the flickering shots of lightning going through the sky. The rain was hitting the roof so hard i could not even hear myself breathing. I decided to look out the window one more times after i got up to use the restroom, i did not believe the sight i saw with my two eyes. There was no one outside but one man in the alleyway across the street standing in the rain holding an object which looked to be a long knife like object.
When people hear about Oakland they think that it’s all about “Thug life” and that if you go there it will endanger your life. People judge without getting to know Oakland’s community (people). I grew up in Oakland, California and I love it. Oakland is home of the A’s, the Raiders, and the Golden State Warriors. Yes, Oakland may have crimes in it, but that doesn’t mean everybody in Oakland is dangerous.
Suddenly the atmosphere felt peculiar and uninviting. The night sky was purely dark, the towering trees in the forest swayed violently, and the air was cold as ice, it made Cradle shiver. Rather than feeling afraid, he continued to walk like nothing made him terrified. At a certain distance, something glowed abruptly and caught his eyes. Curiously, Cradle
At sunrise, the sudden movement of the sun over the horizon wakes up the sky and floods it with a warm red color. With the glowing orb of yellow now visible, the landscape of the savannah becomes noticeable with the dark shadow of few trees looking microscopic to the large sun. The scene is like a mouse to a tiger. A few wispy clouds, that are as slender as a pole, meander along the sky. As the shimmering sun continues to rise, the creatures of the savannah act as if the sunrise is an alarm clock.
The air was pretty freezing. If you moved you forehead an inch out of your sleeping bag you felt that tingling feeling that sort of felt like your brain was going to freeze off or something. But across the river that morning we saw that baby cub, pretty cute and all, following it’s mama around, but you know, it could kill us if it wanted. There were a lot of scary things in the woods. But the twelve of us girls were stuck in the woods -- no weapons, only thing close to one was a knife for cutting those avocados to put in our pitas for lunch.
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.
