Tom skimmed through the woods like a cat along the prostrate trunks of trees. He was startled by the sudden screaming of the bittern. He heard the quacking of a wild ducks, rising on the wing from some solitary
When the animals looked outside they no longer recognized their surroundings and leaders. The had realized that they have been blind and could no longer tell the difference between man and pig. They had become indifferent. This was said by the narrator yet really explains the thoughts going through all the animals on the farm’s heads except the pigs.
Doyle captures the beauty of snow throughout its physical transformations. He humanizes snow throughout the text using the word female in his sentence “Snow is like when female cottonwood trees let go of vast gentle quantities of fluffy seed pods all at once in spring.'' We often connect the adjective “female” to living beings; by including this in his text he creates the image of snow in a life-like approach. His word choice is important in this sentence, allowing us to witness the movement of snow without being in its vicinity. His mention of cottonwood seed pods provides an impression for those who have yet to experience snow, assuming the audience has seen cottonwood during warm seasons.
The approach of autumn was well on its way. “Autumn’s hand was lying heavy on the hillsides. Bracken was yellowing, heather passing from bloom, and the clumps of wild-wood taking the soft russet and purple of decline. Faint odors of wood smoke seemed to fit over the moor, and the sharp lines of the hill fastnesses were drawn as with a graving-tool against the sky.” As Ellie drove down the road she was much more aware of all her surroundings.
While watching the film, “Cold Mountain” I noticed that there was a Native American soldier fighting with the Confederate troops. I was quite intrigued by this because I was not knowledgeable of Native Americans fighting alongside the Confederates. For this reason, I have decided to base my research paper around this and dive deeper and understand the background for this. According to the website, “Wikipedia”, Native Americans fought for both the Unions and the Confederates.
When I noticed our surroundings, we had somehow wandered to the park, at the lagoon, where I’ve always wondered about the ducks. Strangely, while there were no birds flying, no dogs, no animals, the ducks were there. And I could hear them quacking. “Hey Al, do you by chance know what happens to the ducks in winter?” “Oh, that old question that you always ask.
The place was at peace. There were yellow butterflies. There was a breeze and a wide blue sky. Along the river two old farmers stood in ankle-deep water,
It is a warm summer night and shades of orange, red, and gold appear in the sky over the pine-covered hills. The sun soon disappears beneath the dark hills and darkness settles over the land. The buffalo, antelope, and elk find places to rest for the night and all is quiet except for the creeks and birds. In several hours, the sky will again be lit with a multitude of colors and the animals will begin to rise. A new day will begin in the Black Hills, just like it did hundreds of years ago.
When he was young, there were quiet motor boats that hummed and purred along the lake. On his more recent visit, there were modern boats, which were far noisier than what he remembered. During his trip, there was a thunderstorm. White wrote about the feelings that the campers would experience before and during the storm, and how they would all celebrate by swimming in the rain once it was over. To wrap everything up, White wrote about his son putting on cold swimming trunks, and how he could almost share the
The horses were so disconcerted. They were on the mountain for days while the vibrant sunlight beamed on them as the rock below their feet dried
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.
All stories have important conflicts, but not all stories have three essential conflicts. In “The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell, Sanger Rainsford faces many conflicts. Such as Man vs. Man. This is necessary to the plot of the story. Man vs. Nature, another substantial plot line which Rainsford must face.
I have chosen earth’s coldest biome, the arctic tundra for this week’s discussion post. The arctic tundra is one of the most fascinating biomes to me specifically for its exponential impact on this planet and delicate ecosystem. The Arctic tundra is located in the far northern hemisphere along with several isolated islands off of the coast of Antarctica in the southern hemisphere. In the arctic tundra you can expect a lifeless and extreme environment with only two seasons that being winter and summer.
In the short story “What happened during the Ice Storm?” showed a theme of maturation using literary elements, specifically irony, symbolism, and the application of onomatopoeias were used to support the theme of maturation. The literary element irony is mostly used in the short story “What happened during the Ice Storm?” originally the boys wanted to hurt the pheasants like the author says, “They stood over the pheasants, turning their own heads, looking at each other, each expecting the other to do something. To pounce on a pheasant, or to yell Bang!” This quote is important because it showed the boys original intent; which was to hurt or kill the pheasants.
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of
