"I barely hesitated as I spurred my wary horse Buttercup down the neatly chopped marble stairs after the robber. Unfortunately Buttercup did stumble a bit on the descent causing my rather splendid hat to slip gently off my head and land at the bottom a dusty rubbish bin. This rather ruined my entrance and I felt a bit unprofessional without my hat, but I 'm sure I’ll get new a new, far more feathery one after I unmask this fiend and claim my glory. As I entered the large grand station I was greeted with numerous shocked faces, some gasps, even a rather rude shriek and some points but I reassured the gob-smacked citizens with a wave of my hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, don’t panic, I know there is a crook in your midst, but the situation
“And why not,” my mother demanded glaring at him. I was wondering the same thing. “She ate pomegranate seeds,” he said as if it was that clear. My mother looked horrified and the looked at me. “How demanded,” mother looked horrified and the looked at me.
You feel the old, rusted bars and the faded red paint. The paint crumbles off as you touch it with your frosted fingertips. You taste the cold, dry air that seems to draw the water out of your mouth, leaving it cold and dry. You stifle at the smell of the mildew and mold in the air. You see cockroaches scuttle across the raw, barren floor, feasting on the food left behind by the people.
Coincidently, this was their stop, so they got off the train in total shock of what just happened. Slowly stepping down from the train, onto the platform. Walking to the street, to get a taxi, a chill went down both of their necks. They truly understood what had just happened to them. Suddenly, the wife lost her footing and fell onto the tracks.
They are weeds (50),” she thinks to herself while walking home. This change of perception is significant because she now views the once beautiful and strong dandelions, which represent who she is as a person, as ugly weeds. These now ugly weeds are juxtaposed to the white, beautiful, blue eyed Mary Jane. While eating the candy, she thinks to herself that “to eat the candy is somehow to eat the eyes, eat Mary Jane. Love Mary Jane.
You dig? I took the car that had Pony’s blood all over the seats from the rumble. Golly, at least, I did something that will finally be helpful to the gang. I sat there in silence for a moment, finally having the time to try and get my thoughts straight. But, it didn 't work, and that was to be expected.
Another would be on line forty one thru forty two “Sea-birds bathing, with wings outspread, while hailstorms darken, and driving snow. The imagery of the hailstorms and driving snow show the reader that where he is sailing is extremely cold. The coldness is starting to reach his heart and make it cold to making him depressed. The palatal imagery on line forty three “Bitter then” shows that he is getting consumed by “The longing for loved one”(W44).This is persistent to the fact that he is alone and is desiring a new gold lord. The imagery on line forty seven thru forty eight “But they melt into air with no words of greeting to gladden his heart” shows how his kinsmen ignored him as if he was invisible.
He pulled his hood over his head before crossing the abandoned road, the sun rest upon the horizon, slowly winking from existence. Rocks ground under his foot as he roughly threw his feet down, attempting to masquerade his steps as those of a human. In front of him lay the decaying wood structure that was an inn. Above the brown wood doorway lay a creaking sign attached to a post by two chains. On the sign the words “Amiable Antagonist” lay poorly inked in a red colour, in a way where the first letter of every word was capitalized.
As I force my eyes to shut, the constant flashbacks repeat vividly through my head. The sound of the screeching car causes nothing but fear. Although I don’t remember much I still struggle to sleep. Two years ago I lost everything in a blink of an eye, I lost my family and I feel I’ve even lost myself. I squint my eyes shut tightly, forcing my face to feel numb I still see that large truck with bright lights coming towards me, I still feel like I am falling as our car was tumbling over, rolling out of control.
As Kate and Mr. Jack sat on the plane waiting for it to take off, Kate started to have second thoughts. Finally, the plane started down the run way, Kate was starting to have a panic attack, hands shaking, teeth chattering, heart racing, when suddenly between her hands a force blew out creating a force field around the entire airport! The pilot braked and started to turn as fast as he could, but not in time. The plane smashed into the force field crushing the left wing! As the plane stopped, Mr. Jack grabbed Kate and jumped out of the plane into the crowd of screaming and frantic people.
Preparing for their counter attack, passengers were gathering what they could to try to save their lives. Although some new that it might be their last day, they were prepared to do something about it. Filling boiling water with some pitchers and rushing towards the cockpit, the terrorists try to shift the plane to break them of their balance. Fearing that they would soon break into the cockpit, they decided to abandon their main goal dive the plane into the ground. Recordings clarify that the pilot say “Yes, put it in it, and pull it down.” They never did make it to their destination and we don 't know what their intended target was, fearing Flight 93’s passengers, the plane hit the ground at five hundred eighty miles per hour into an empty field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
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.
still while still being in shock trying to take everything in, Miss Strangeworth tried to calm herself down and sat down at her kitchen table. She was doing her best to recall who was around her at the time she had supposedly slipped all her letters into the mailbox slot. When suddenly it came to her. The irregularity in what she thought had been a well-thought-out plan. ; Dave and Linda.