He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.
Madame Haupt, an obese Dutch midwife, wearing a filthy blue wrapper with black teeth came to assist Ona upon Jurgis adamant request. I concur that Madame Haupt can be described as a round character when she accept Jurgis’ invitation to assist Ona in giving birth. However, under the atrocious environment of the house, Ona died with the baby. 2. One of the most moving passages in this novel is Sinclair’s description of Jurgis’ grief over Ona’s death.
The story is provided depth by its consistent use of aural imagery that compliments the visual imagery. The unrivaled usage of aural imagery is located on the third section, it states “Striking through the thought of his dear ones was a sound which he could neither ignore nor understand: a sharp, distinct, metallic percussion like the strokes of a blacksmith's hammer upon the anvil; it had the same ringing quality.” You can easily hear the same hollow drumming it describes with its usage of relation and vocabulary or both, for example, “Metallic percussion.” This section is powerful not only due its vivid description but its connotation. The metallic percussion and ringing is his watch which is ticking away the final seconds of his life and acting as a reminder of his inevitable fate.
On October 8th an early afternoon my mother and I rode a train to head downtown to visit my father at work. He worked so much the only time I see him was in the morning and at bedtime. We pasted through most of the wooden brown town. Every time I go outside I see a million shades of brown. We reach busy and crammed downtown.
It was an autumn morning- the crisp September breeze was rattling the newly bare tree limbs, leaves of crimson red, orange and golden tones covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the smell of freshly bailed hay roamed the little parking lot full of vendors. As I got out of my car to walk under the festive tents a lady who seemed quite important and knowledgeable about the Bridgeport Farmers Market walked by ringing a bell. People started traveling through the tents discussing with vendors and other shoppers about an array of things; like the weather or ‘this eggplant color is so rich’ or ‘the healing power of the cookbook.’ Quickly, the small little shopping center that was filled with vibrant colored fruits, vegetables, and flowers became extremely loud. Conversations and chatter were surrounding me as I began to enter the tiny outdoor supermarket.
Henry Bailey suffered from bronchial troubles. He would cough and cough until his narrow face turned scarlet, and his light blue, derisive eyes filled up with tears; then he took the lid off the stove, and, standing well back, shot out a great clot of phlegm – hss – straight into the heart of the flames. We admired his for this performance and for his ability to make his stomach growl at will, and for his laughter, which was full of high whistlings and gurglings and involved the whole faulty machinery of his chest. It was sometimes hard to tell what he was laughing at, and always possible that it might be us. After we had sent to be we could still smell fox and still hear Henry's laugh, but these things reminders of the warm, safe, brightly lit downstairs world, seemed lost and diminished, floating on the stale cold air upstairs.
IT “It” was first seen in the late 90’s. It was said that many kids that were in the woods and driving alone would disappear. It would also be reported that people just walking on the street at night would go missing. This scared a lot of people that the mayor of Devils Lake, Lenawee County, Michigan had to make a curfew that to be to bed by sunset. Who ever broke this law was either put in jail or gone missing.
Air look black, sun look black. I laid up in my bed and stared at the back walls at my house. Minny came every day to make sure I was still breathing, feed me food to keep me living.” That showed me that she was feeling really bad, she thought that she is going to die one day too because I know that loosing someone is a big trauma and
The wind howled as it passed through the large windows of the Williams family mansion, mimicking the screams of Mrs. Williams as she cried over the bodies of her five months old twin sons. They were found lying in their cribs cold, pale and motionless with pillows over their faces. Her screams echoed, waking the whole house. The first to reach her was her eldest son Christian, he held her tightly as she sat next to the twin’s cribs, eyes wide with her hand over her mouth. The staff followed shortly after then Mr. Williams and their only daughter Eleanor.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
Excerpts of the Diary of Elizabeth May 7th 1670 Love. A singular feeling I have when I look at him. My Mr. Hooper, I am ecstatic that I get to marry the love of my life, MY Reverend. When I am with him, I feel as if I am on top of a cloud floating above reality. It is a feeling unlike any other.
As the cold wind brushed past my face again I sat in the stand silently and listened to the sounds of the world, it was quiet as walking through a graveyard at night. I took a long look at the things surrounding me. Nothing was moving except the trees and the two other does.. They haven 't left yet while they walked around eating at the grass I sat waiting for them to leave. I think it took them a while to realize that there mom was dead, but they started walking away from us into the corn that was just freshly chopped.
The Heart Of A Monster It was August 28, 1939, I remember waking up to cloudy skies and cries of terror. The sound of agony and tears were like our morning bells, nowadays people are always dying. Today, the German Young People, who were also the youngest group of the Hitler Youth were going for their first patrol at the Märakishes Museum and my little brother Luis was part of that group. Since I am a “girl ring leader” in The League of German Girls I was permitted to visit the museum without cost while the expedition was going on.
"Natalie," Daniel said nudging me. I opened my eyes, stretching my arms out. Daniel walked over to the side of my bed and sat a tray in front of me. The smell of crispy bacon, hash browns, scrambled eggs and toast opened up my senses. I found my fork, and took a bite of the breakfast he had made me.
I had never ending waves filling my eyes. I was as forlorn as a new widow and and felt bruised and sorrowful as the black stone under the blue sea. Nothing made sense. My life was over. Sometimes I wondered if she had 'gone on ' to some place and just did not want to come back.
