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Davies-jones, r. (1995). tornadoes. scientific american, 273(2), 48-57
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Young girls are naturally assertive and energetic. They are interested in the world around them and many have “tomboyish” personalities—basically, they are mentally healthy. However, the same cannot be said about teenage girls. Teenage girls across America are renowned for their self-critical and depressed behaviors. Movies, books, and society in general consistently portray teen girls as insecure and dim-witted.
Charles W. Chesnutt was an author that had a unique style of writing. In his story, The House Behind The Cedar there were four distinct ways he told some of the main plots. First, he tells us in vivid detail about how the wealthy whites and poor black lived and how they act. Then he tries to tell us the trails and tribulation of Rena and John in a way that makes us want to feel sorry and excited to see how they get out of it. Next, Charles writes about a love triangle, but with more depth.
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
As a was running down the hallway I heard footsteps and I turn into a classroom that was big as two rooms put together. The room was not filled with joy it was a whole nightmare, all you could see was a light switch that was glowing at the top of of the stair case, so I went up there to turn it on and I saw peple without mask they where screming my name and i knew that was my friends they where going into a trap and it was a net at the end of the hallway. I ran after them “waspppppp” the sound of the net scared me and my friends where smart enought no to go in there and something set it off I do know what did nut i was out so i whould not get
Last thing I can remember someone kicked me hard in my face and I was unconscious. I woke up tired up to what looked like a barn with smelling animal, waste and half dead bodies. Right away I started vomiting from the smell and the site of the emaciated bodies, Why god did you bring me to this place I asked? Then, out of nowhere I heard voices talking about what happen to lazy no good slaves. We are going to starve you to death or beat you ass straight to obedience.
After the car came to a slow stop, the three men exited the vehicle. BubbaJay said, “What we gonna do, boss?” In a complacent voice, the Boss said, “Let’s see if we can’t help them folks out.” Hiram was going to speak, but the Boss was already descending the hillside. The two got a good look at their boss.
parents were talking I said where are we going to live well not here because it's illegal, so we drove around and found a place, then we started to put our stuff in the hotel, while we were doing that my mom was making something to eat because it's been a really bad day so I checked pit my room, I had to share with Roberto but its ok so we hold are blankets and spread the out on the floor because we didn't have a bed so we got are pillows and I went to sleep. The next day I was sleeping so was Roberto but then we heard a nock on the door so my parents open it and it was the police are parents called everyone to come o the living room then the police said pack your stuff you guys are going to Mexico so we all started to pack then like 20 minutes later we were all done then we followed the police to there car and we go into different cars because we all didn't fit but when we got there we saw a strange guy with a tuxedo then he came up to us and said were are you guys going and my dad said back to Mexico because its illegal to be here without a green card then the guy said no you I'm a judge and I'm demanding the officer to let you stay here until you guys want to and we all started to jump really high like to the clouds so we staid there are whole
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In this passage, Zora Neale Hurston uses figurative language to depict a hurricane, which serves as a metaphor for the destructive forces of nature. The hurricane is personified as a monstropolous beast, a form that emphasizes the intensity and destructiveness of the hurricane. The figurative language used in the passage conveys the theme of nature´s severity and power, as well as the vulnerability of human beings in the face of such a beast. The phrase ¨rolling the houses, rolling the people in the houses along with other timbers¨ suggests that the hurricane is indifferent to human life and is destructive to everything in its path. The final sentence ¨The sea walking the earth with a heavy heel¨ again personifies the hurricane and shows the
I woke up early in the morning the only thing on my mind was to get a turkey. I walked out to my blind in pitch black dark, I had no idea what was around, but I knew where I was going. I made it to my blind while it was still pitch black out. As I sat there i listened to the various sounds around me, and through the slit slit in the corner of the blind that my gun was pointed through i watched as the sky turned from dark to light. I sat there, continuously calling, listening and watching for any type of
Chopin, Kate. " The Storm." The Storm, and Other Stories: With the Awakening. Old Westbury, N.Y.: Feminist, 1974.
When we were trying to cross the river the current picked up and I fell a couple of times because it started raining, and I could feel the rocks when I hit the ground and I could taste the fishy water. But there was no lightening so we kept swimming in the river for a long time. While we swimming down stream Will saw a bridge and he wanted to go there. Right when we saw the bridge it thundered it was so loud that I could hear it like it was right in my ear.
I yelled "Mom, Dad, where are you?” When I went upstairs I saw all my mom’s books were gone. There was a note saying a leprechaun changed the house, and then there was another note from the leprechaun. The note said, “ If you want your house to be normal again go to your bedroom and find a clue.
I was sitting in the woods It was cold and quit. I was sitting it the woods with my dad and we heard a snap of a stick. My dad looked at me
My parents woke up and rushed outside while I ran to the phone and dialed 911, when the phone was ringing I couldn’t stop shaking in terror, the 911 operator picked up, “911 where is your..”, “There is a fire at my neighbor house, our address is 1564 Cashmere street” I yelled before the operator could finish then I hung up the phone. I ran outside and yelled at my parents that I called 911. In the meantime my dad was running to get the garden hose to extinguish the fire while my mom ran to the neighbors’ to tell them of the fire. Just after I told them what I did I could hear the screams of the siren howl through the cold night. They were on their way.
