So he got up moved away to Massachusetts and thought he would never go back there again. Well that was a mistake to be forgotten. Getting a call that his younger brother, Rollo, had passed away by an emu attack and was asked if he could make it to the funeral. Mero’s girlfriend was telling a story to him throughout the reading, this story was about a half skinned steer that had went missing .The climax of this story is when Mero had taken the wrong turn to the ranch, and had ended up getting his car stuck in the middle of a Wyoming
This one impacted the earth sixty-five million years ago and had devastating effects. Then, the author shares a little background information about his daughter and her whereabouts the night of the accident. He shares that she, Madeline, was seventeen years old and that him and his wife bought their daughter a car but couldn’t use it because the car was at the mechanics. Madeline wanted to see a movie and her friend was going to pick her up and drop her off. Late at night, Ted’s wife, Maureen, answered the phone and was shocked to find that their daughter had been hit by a car.
Kansas Bound On May of 2010 I went to Kansas City, MO to see my Grandma. This was my first long car ride since I can remember , nine hours going speed limit. First, we were in the rough side of Kansas, mostly because we lost signal and got lost. We couldn’t look out the side of the window or there was a fifty fifty chance we may or may not get shot. My father of course being him , decided to race out of the avenue we were then chased out by a gang.
One Friday afternoon headed home, kind of in a hurry to get home so my friend and I could get to the football game. My dad hates it when I’m late, and I was kind of running a little behind because I had to pick up one of my friends from her house and she wasn’t ready. So I was speeding home and I turned on my county road, probably 200 yards from my house when I got behind this really slow car, it’s a two lane road so I decided I would pass them on the opposite side… BAD DECISION. They were turning into the Christmas tree from which was on the other side of the road, so they had to turn across the other lane. So right about the time I decided to pass them, they decided to turn and BAM I got t-boned.
The vanishing hitchhiker is a legend of a traveler who picks up a distressed and vulnerable pedestrian. While taking her home they check to see if the pedestrian is comfortable and discover that they are missing and have a left their belongings. Dumfounded they would go to the address given by the pedestrian only to discover that they had died years earlier. These stories are told throughout the world varying with diverse cultures. As this story circulates it becomes a tale of the danger of letting random strangers into your car.
A couple day later my Grandparents, Debbie and Lonny Spaulding, Sat at the fair. Watching there kids, Renea’s siblings, go on rides. My Grandmother had a bad back so she didn’t go on any rides, my Grandfather just couldn’t be bothered. Jason had come up walking with his brothers talking about how my mother was a whore and she was a bitch. He was completely disrespecting her, even after all she had done for him.
For the rest of his life, he would be haunted by blood in the streets and late night disappearances. Even after he had been in the states for years, he jumped if a black Volkswagen passed him on the street. He feared anyone in uniform: the meter maid giving out parking tickets, a museum guard approaching to tell him not to touch his favorite Goya at the Metropolitan”(Alvarez 95). While in D.R. her father went through a lot, he lost his brothers to the comrades that followed after the dictator and after the fear they created that followed him.
I’ve been desperately asking my mom for another one. But unfortunately she always says no, something about us being over debt or something like that I guess. Anyway I was two miles away from school when I seen him he was standing there right in the middle of the street. He was soaked, covered in water and dirt, not looking so good I thought to myself. But in the glare of the fog I seen it some lights coming from the distance.
In the almost end of the story, “See the accident?” asked the policeman. “No, but the car passed me down the road, going faster’n forty. Going y, sixty.”(Fitzgerald 148).The car is this never stopping, this excessive mobility, that pulls Myrtle, George even Gatsby so far away from their dreaming life. Myrtle and George want to move away from this crowded place, Gatsby wants to live with Daisy. However, all those dreams would never come true.