k. Outside the winter storm was picking up. Pedestrians were scampering like frightened puppies for shelter against the clutches of the swiftly falling snow powder. He took his reading glasses off, and then set them down carefully next to his manuscript. He eyed it a moment, and then cupped his chin with the palm of his hands. “I don’t fancy the ending much,” he complained to himself.
Valley Forge Camp for the Strong People should stay at Valley Forge, because Washington wants to help (Doc B), the death rates were very low (Doc A), and you would be considered a coward for leaving (Doc D). Valley Forge is a winter camp for the continental army during the revolutionary war. Some consider it a to have bad conditions so they would leave, but this is why people should stay. First of all, George Washington tries to help the army by talking to the congressional Committee (Doc B). In the painting of Valley Forge George Washington is talking to the committee and pointing at the army.
The stadium was as packed as a can of sardines, with everyone smashed up against each other and not one seat left open. Many fans relaxed on the lawn just inside the vicinity, watching the game on the big screen while resting on blankets. Tons of people got lost on their way to their seats, the area was so large. Not even Louis and Clark could have found their way around without assistance. Just about everyone had come to see Navy’s last home football game against Southern Methodist University on Saturday at the stadium next to the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland.
Silenced Night came quickly as we headed on our way home walking through a dark, silent street. The chilly weather outside made the nights here unbearable. It was so cold I felt like an icicle( hyperbole). This was the usual weather in London.
The once immaculate lawn was now overgrown and had swallowed up anything that had once held memories there before. Fog rolled across the land, enveloping hills and snaking its enigmatic tendrils on the lake across the road from the house. A decrepit boat sat rusted and lonely in the water tied to decaying dock. An ancient wrought iron fence opened and closed in the wind giving an eerie screech. An old swing set sat
Dragging himself towards home, Mike was exhausted. The sun had disappeared behind the houses, coloring the sky in shades of pink. Mike was coming home from his friend’s house. As he was slowly moving across the sidewalk, a UPS truck turned onto his street from behind him. Confused, Mike continued his route home, pondering about the truck.
It was raining heavily in the streets of Raven’s Hollow. The large drops landed in loud tap, tap, taps against the stone sidewalk. The strong wind blew the droplets against Harper’s bare skin. She hadn’t bothered to grab a jacket on her way out as the storm had caught her by surprise. The hot summer heat had lingered into their autumn season, putting their little town into a draught.
In conclusion, the abominable, execrable weather instigated all the hardship during this day. As the snow swarmed the plane gloating, as it deliberately tried to bring it down, which it accomplished. Also, the water vexed over and over again to sweep away the people and take their lives. Notwithstanding, the wind participated in the destruction the plane and death of passengers. All in all, the elements did everything they could to hurt the plane and
Over the course of the day the clouds gathered ominously,the sky turned to a steel-grey blanket darkening the light of day. The wind picked up speed, hurling the snow on the ground around and the temperature dropped tangible. At the end of the work day tiny, icy snowflakes added to the howling wind, and everybody wrapped their faces up as best as possible. Andre tensed inside: Was this what they waited for? He placed himself on the edge of the column at the gathering.
The skies were a tad cloudy and grey that day, with some heavy rain – but I considered that nothing out of the ordinary. I mean, fall weather isn’t ideal. But the wind was particularly strong that day. On the local news network, there was a live report of everything related to Sandy.
A shuttered door burst open and closed once more by every passing gust of chilling wind. Eventide fell with a sharp intake of cloudy breath, until it fell to dark. Within the reaches of the tropical island, people payed no mind to the storm brewing outside. Lampposts
The heavens rumbled as the awakening of Summer heat clashed against the chilled air leaving a final sign of Spring. Bolts of lightning flashed throughout the charcoal sky and gum droplets smothered the cotton candy clouds layered on the ground. Puddles of chocolate and eroded skittles covered the lively grass fields. There’s nothing wrong with a storm, except when the storm is the reason you get caught. “Stop!
I helped a group of girls (and a few of the boys) apply the bright red eyeshadow as i was already wearing it to show my support. The rain switched on and off like a light, as did the sun. one minute bright and clear skys, the next, dull and pouring water over the ever growing queue. Two hours. The queue moved next to the venue, only slightly out of the cold.
It all started that terrible day. His wife and kids were outside playing in the backyard. It was a clear sunny day. Out of the blue, dark grey clouds rolled in, the kind of clouds that you can smell the rain in. He ushered his kids and wife inside.
The air was dry, and the night sky seemed devoid of stars. I crept up to my upstairs window, guided by some gut feeling. The only words that I could make out from their argument were dripping with hate. The sounds of objects flying across their house filled the otherwise silent street. I knew the routine.
