“The mammoth vanished overnight in May. The Viking Ship has run aground. The graffiti-covered T. rex has been lying on its side for years, its puny arms aloft. Swan-shaped gondolas lie scattered in the undergrowth, the occasional head poking above the weeds. The Old England village’s mock-Tudor buildings are charred from a fire in the summer, and the Wild West Village is merely a pile of rubble.
In the Eyes of The Misfit A shirtless man wearing glasses is searched through an old pickup for an old time capsule that he had left long ago. He exited the car, and leaned on the hood of the old rusty old truck. The blood red sun was dying in the background behind him. Trees hover over him as giants. They protected him from the razor blade fragments of sunlight.
A crackling voice answers. *** The dusty road had never seen asphalt. The uneven terrain tests the grip of the tyres. I drive carefully to keep the usually noisy Labradors in the back of the white ute asleep. The antenna waves around as the car swings from left to right.
Descriptive Paragraph: The Storefront The wind batters the dilapidated store’s rain shattered doors, flinging them wide open and jerking them shut with a loud thud. In the caved-in front window hangs an illegible rusty neon sign. A rotten, soiled flag, barely clinging to the flagpole outside, snaps and curls around the gusts. Inside, faint imprints of muddy boots sink into the dirty floor, and fan out from the entrance, while the frigid air gently sweeps in debris from the streets. Only the sound of the howling wind and rain echos through the small hollowed building.
In Chevy’s Super Bowl commercial first thing viewers see is total destruction and the ruins of a city. Papers blowing everywhere, cars abandoned, fires burning and smoke covering the city. Going forward in the commercial a newspaper is seen with the front headline reading “2012 Mayan Apocalypse, Will world end today?” giving the viewer’s an explanation for the destruction of the city. Next, you see a vehicles headlights turn on and a Chevy truck drive out of the debris. In the truck an average working class man is in the driver’s seat with his pet dog in the back driving around town seeing the destruction of the apocalypse with a Barry Manilow song “Looks like we made it” playing in the background.
The Devil’s Arithmetic written by Jane Yolen more aptly delivers the message of remembering than Donna Deitches version through the scene of boxcars, the conditions of the camp, and dehumanization. The novel written by Jane Yolen more aptly delivers the message through the scene of the boxcars. For example, when explaining what the boxcar conditions were like the author states, “The boxcars traveled for four days and nights … Under the midday sun, it was like standing in an oven that smelled of human sweat and feces.” The film by Donna Dietch does not include the boxcar scene. The boxcars were packed so tight that there would be little oxygen on the boxcars which made the conditions worse. People need to remember the boxcars and the conditions that the Jews had to face on them.
In the novel Darl uses a poetic language. His description of the burning barn, imbued with similes, evokes an artefact of mutually complementary images. For an instant longer he [Jewel] runs silver in the moonlight, then he springs out like a flat figure cut leanly from tin against an abrupt and soundless explosion as the whole loft of the bam takes fire at once, as though it had been stuffed with powder. The front, the conical facade with the square orifice of doorway broken only by the square squat shape of the coffin on the sawhorses like a cubistic bug, comes into relief. (218-19) Dissimilar metaphors, similes permit an object maintain its character while another image is overlapped on it.
On the broad, level land floor the gang plows bit deep and left the black earth shining like metal where the shares had cut”. In this quote Steinbeck is talking about how the valley can be compared to a closed pot because it is so foggy that
The readers start to get an image of the drab, gray color that is reflected in “the valley of ashes”(23). While Nick is still on the train, he observes the zombie-like workers with their tools doing back-breaking work. “[T]he ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades”(23) as they are working in the trenches. The melancholy
The Land Rover sat at the base of a mesa, dead and useless. A nearby ash tree with its broad umbrella canopy provided slight shade and helped reduce the daytime temperatures from boiling to simply sweltering. After a week, Jade still couldn’t believe the disaster this road trip became. Lane gnawed at her patience (this was all his fault, after all) and she didn’t want to look at him, so she stood away from the Rover and stared at the rampant vegetation surrounding her. The desert, she thought, should be stark, barren—all sand and rock and sun—but she was wrong.
He rested upon the dumpster while the unbearable smell outrageously and unbearably came across his nose. Hours later, the hungry and soaking wet dog drifted into a faint sleep. Rufus awoke to gleaming lights burning his eyes as he heard a loud screech of a van coming to a halt in the dark alley. The van