As the passage continues, it goes about saying “dust got into their eyes and blinded them”. This embodies not only the wind but also the urban setting as a location that will make you feel very vulnerable and unsafe. By the end of this selection the author finally speaks of Lutie directly and explains her specific thoughts towards the city. For instance, “cold fingers of the wind” personifies this city as very overwhelming and as if Lutie would much rather be anywhere
They couldn’t see near Delhi and it caused a 70 car accident and in the Dust Bowl it caused cars to crash. Car lights couldn’t shine through in the dust of the Dust Bowl and in the smog people have to wear glasses to be able to see without a constant stinging feeling. Both were painful to be outside during and took a long time to recover. During the Smog people were having their eyes and throats stung similar to the dust of the Dust Bowl. Unlike the smog the dust would tear through people 's skin like thousands of tiny clause.
No sunrays, just a big black cloud covering the whole land with fast winds and rocks hitting your face. This storm was a natural disaster and the worst man made storm which was known as the Dust Bowl. There were good and bad that came from this storm. Some people believe that this storm was going to be the end of the world. What could have caused this storm to be created?
Just as Ryan and Sid enter the premises of the Junk Street, we are exposed to a whole new world. Ranging from teenagers to old grumpy gooses, you can see just about everybody either buying or selling junk. Some of them are injecting heroine, contaminating their whole being. Ryan This is a dreadful place I tell you, this place reeks of death and fornication. Look at these people, they’re not humans, they’re savages.
Town The town has old and rusty homes falling apart with trash scattered around. Out in the front yards of some buildings, junk cars and trucks are lawn decorations. Roads are full of potholes that the tires of cars dip into. The road is especially terrible when it snows and the roads are frozen solid. The traffic lights are turned off and it is extremely difficult to drive in this weather.
Debris in thousands of pounds laying everywhere. Heavy machinery with big claw grips working to clean up the mess. Fire fighters stand street side as if deciding the next move. Broken elevator on the ground with no building around it. Dust is being raised as machines gather debris.
In the Story “Popular Mechanics”, Carver demonstrates the devastating collapse of a household. The setting presented foreshadows the entirety of the story, “Early that day the weather turned and the snow was melting into dirty water. Streaks of it ran down from the little shoulder-high window that faced the backyard. Cars slushed by on the street outside, where it was getting dark. But it was getting dark on the inside too”.
I wiped the tears away with my palm and returned to looking out the window. Shortly after, the cab pulled into a parking lot. The diner looked abandoned, pale and grim. The windows were destroyed; shards all over the ground. I lost all feeling in my face, “Here?” I said, wondering whether the cab driver had taken a wrong turn.
Topic: U.S Forces stationed in Iraq Bright lights pelted and illuminated the dark sky. In the late hours of the cold evening, the soldiers and their commander barricaded themselves in a dilapidated four-story building, windows blown out, walls covered with bullet holes and plaster strewn on the stained concrete floor. The rapid fire of machine guns and huge explosions from bombs echoed against the bare walls. It muffled the orders given by the commander. A rocket bomb hit the adjacent building and the concussion from the explosion rattled the building and knocked everyone off their feet.
The electric trolleys are gone, their tracks parqueted with cement; the buildings have turn black, the water of the river polluted, the alley’s lamps smashed. Aside from being timeworn, the new era is highlighted by its vulgarity, the streets are suddenly flooded with people spitting everywhere, the shopping district inundated by the noise of the crowds, the outfits’ mediocrity has at last replaced the elegance of simplicity. Notwithstanding what
Drake sprinted down the alleyway, smashing himself against the stonewall, and shot a nervous look behind. No one – just darkness and the echoes of dripping water. Sucking air still, he’s not as young as he use to be, his lungs burned like coals. His nostril flared the stench of urine and vomit coated the air. Think now and calm yourself, he told himself.
Realizing the door was locked I twirled around. Only to realize my dad vanished out of the alley. I started to panic and tears streamed down my pale face. Beating my fists “thud, thump, thud” onto the black chipped railing that led the path down the ramp. The alley where the car had once sat a few moments ago now was replaced with potholes here and there with grass growing through the cracks.
I had destroyed the majestic carpet, it was shattered in pieces while I heard a mournful scream racing around the room, the master exasperatedly grabbed my leg and ruthlessly swung me across the room into the tomb as I went into survival mode. The tomb was an old filthy cistern, buried under the court with a slippery stairway leading up to the rusty iron door covered with vines. There was no light down there besides the sun rays that managed to brutally flash through the cracks and holes. The tomb had very little air, you nearly suffocated. It feels like someone is grabbing your throat and squeezing it.