Aaron, bewildered, looked at the dead maple tree. During the fall, it had tilted slightly to the right and crashed into the side of the mansion He looks up and down the sides of the tree. There is a small opening at the top, few dead branches blocked off a larger part of the hole. But he could get through the hole if he was careful. He slowly started to crawl up the side of the maple tree. Halfway up the tree, Aaron looked up towards the hole. He didn't like the height at all. He swallowed, and he continued up till he reached the first branches. They were very thick. Giving Aaron enough support to stand up and walk. It was a hassle getting through, but, he made it through to the hole. He jumped down on the wooden floor. Landing on all four, …show more content…
An icing of dusted had covered the books and shelves. The damp smell grew stronger the closer he got to the books. Aaron slanted his head to get a better look at the titles. Some of the titles read as Pride and Prejudice, Tale of Two cities, and Dead Souls, all of them were in hardcover; unfortunately, the covers had been victim to time. Out of curiosity, Aaron grabbed the book, Tale of Two cities, off the shelves; The pages fell out of the book and hit the floor. A damp dust cloud spread out, swirling around Aaron. He started to cough, rather violently. Quickly he fumbled backward trying to escape the cloud of dust. The cloud dispersed to the wind. Still coughing, it had calmed down as he could breathe more normally. He looked back at the floor the book had fallen down. The pages are now laying all over the floor, with the cover lying over them. Aaron gave off a small sigh of disappointment, soon as it came out, he started to caught …show more content…
There are two more doors. He checks his handheld 67% battery life left. He turns his head rapidly towards both doors. Uncertainly he picks the door on his left. The door opens slowly, it turned inwards, and Aarons leans forward with the handheld held in front of him. The light hits frames of a kingsized bed, giving of a shadow behind it. Aaron gave off a gleeful smile, as he enters the room. Turning the handheld around the room. The room is larger than the library. There are two windows located on each side of the bed, both are boarded up. There is an old makeup table right in front of him. The mirror is cracked and some pieces have fallen down on the table and floor. There are two old Victorian dressing dresses at the opposite side of the room. One of the dresses doors have fallen off, and with is top of the door balancing on the bed frame. inside the dresser is some old woman dresses. Aaron walks over to the broken dresser and looks inside. The clothes have been chewed up, probably some rodent that has made this mansion their home. He takes out one of the dresses and it tears apart as he does so. He shakes his
Imagine going on social media and seeing two pictures, one of Hitler and one of Donald Trump. The viewer would then have to compare the images. Tale Of Two Cities by Charles Dickens is a novel that focuses on the events in France and England, more the French Revolution. In the book, it focuses at one point on two specific characters, Carton and Stryver. Charles Dickens uses imagery to describe them and imply things about the two men.
"Tree." Tree? It's too easy. I learned how to draw a tree in second grade. I reach in for another piece of paper.
A small fireplace is beside the bed Will lies in. The bed has an ugly quilt on it, but the shabby interior of the cabin does not matter at the moment. There are more
The book was, judging by the date, almost fifty years old. Frankie suddenly heard a creaking sound and grabbed Jackson’s arm. “What was that?!”
He needed to cover his head from dust. He came all this way just to find food and indeed he found it. The storm started. He couldn’t hear anything but whooshes of dust passing by. He sat down and ate his food.
He notes that the tree seems smaller. By seeing how the tree had changed, Gene changed,
Then he was halfway up to her branch which creaked and groaned under their combined weight. There was the creaking that told a weak branch was breaking. There was her own paws launching and digging into the trunk as the branch broke below her. There was her brother’s face as he plummeted mid-stride, shock and terror mingling in a face that would haunt her forever. And then he was
She stops directly at the edge of the blue rug in front of the other observation window, and looks down at a doll house sitting on the blue rug (the one side of the doll house faces the booth). Teaghan walks around the other side of the doll house the side not facing the booth, and sits down with her right leg under her butt and the left leg in front of her with her foot flat on the floor. She looks into the doll house, reaches out her right hand slightly leaning forward, and she takes a bed from the down stairs floor of the doll house and puts it upstairs. Teaghan leans backwards and looks at the house. She puts her left leg under her butt too so she is now sitting on her legs.
However, it didn’t last long. The owner noticed that something was happening to his precious furniture – they were often ruined and sometimes covered with a dark, stinky liquid. Furious and convinced that it was the work of vandals in that locality, the owner hid in the store one night with a shotgun in his hand, intent on capturing whoever it was. All night long, not a soul appeared near the store. In the morning, he was shocked to find his furniture soiled and ruined all over again.
Long ago, before the seasons existed, there was a young woman named Proserpina. She was cheerful, curious and innocent, but soon, that all would change. One day, at about noon, Proserpina went wandering on the seashore with the sea nymphs. Her mother begged Proserpina to stay close to the sea nymphs, as they would keep her safe. Despite her mother 's best attempts, Proserpina wandered into the fields to pick flowers without the safety of the sea nymphs.
This passage from “A white Heron”, by Sarah Orne Jewett, details a short yet epic journey of a young girl, and it is done in an entertaining way. Jewett immediately familiarizes us with our protagonist, Sylvia, in the first paragraph, and our antagonist: the tree. However, this is a bit more creative, as the tree stands not only as an opponent, but as a surmountable object that can strengthen and inspire Sylvia as she climbs it. This “old pine” is described as massive, to the point where it, “towered above them all and made a landmark for sea and shore miles and miles away.” (Line 8).
She is given the chance to get out of the house but she decides to stay. “The woman knelt among the books, touching the drenched leather and cardboard, reading the gilt titles with her fingers while her eyes accused Montag. "You can't ever have my books," she said. "You know the law," said Beatty. "Where's your common sense?”
It seems as if only seconds had passed before he hears weak coughing in the short distance through the dense forest. He scrambles up quickly and walks toward the sound. He 's met with dewy leaves and broken twigs, "Hello?"
Nature is invisible while growing up in a city. People tend to forget how beautiful the world can be. Black Star Canyon, located in Orange County it is a six-point eight-mile trail filled with rocky mountains. Flowers are blooming, showing their absolute beauty. Birds are continually chirping as if they were singing.