In other words, pretty intense statement, but as I scan below my seat I see this cock diesel swole magnificent huge white man with a thick cave man bread and wearing the rich white boy short yelling as he walking in like he done lost his mind at the opposing fans to the right of him, saying incoming cougars fans are not welcome here, as a result the opposing fans was like we’re going to beat them sorry owls with his red custom made polo cougars shirt knocking out an owl as he slide to the home plate for the win. In the meanwhile I glance around the stands as I see everybody starting to settle down into their seats on the account of this man right next to me proceeds to grab me and said hi my name is Chase can’t wait for the game to start already brother I said me too. However, I ponder my thoughts in my head on my surroundings for a minute or two for that reason to put an explanation on why the strong smell of fresh cut grass that take over my nose with the reddish brown powdery sand, clay mix that just be in the air; therefore, the aroma of those smells of baseball gets me settled and even more so focus in to partake in an amazing
“Don’t You (Ever Forget About Me)” by Simply Minds, “Waiting” by Elizabeth Daily, and “We Are Not Alone” by Karla Devito, these three songs were used to add emotion and not to mention track that will not get out of your head. There are several instances in The Breakfast Club where John Hugh creates such emotion and sends a message to the viewers, as in the very last scene. John Bender walking home from detention cuts through the football field after just receiving Claire’s earring, Don’t You (Ever Forget About Me)” by Simply Minds gradually becomes more audible. Just as the movie screen goes black, he punches the air and holds his fist there for a freeze frame. This tells the viewers that John Bender got the girl, she is his and he is the happiest man in the world at that
On the way to Half-Blood Hill with Grover and his Mom, they all encounter the Minotaur on their tail. After they get thrashed around in Gabe’s car, Percy watches as the Minotaur swipes up his mother tightly, making her “die” in bright, yellow dust. Watching this with no way to help, Percy tries hard to defeat the monster in grief for his mother. He ended up doing so, watching the Minotaur disintegrate in defeat. Based on what I read, it also states “I slashed up my sword, heard a sickening shlock!
Thwump! A musket ball smacked the tree that was shielding me from the Red Army’s guns. I ducked, my heart racing as I moved out of range of their rifles. As I moved I could see the Red Army stretched many miles on the path towards Fort Duquesne. Hiding again behind another tree I leveled my rifle and took aim at one of the officers and fired as I, along with the other warriors, had been commanded by Chief Red Hawk before the Great Battle started.
Once he almost squeezed all the air out of him he was flung back onto the ground. When Scout heard a man breathing hard a coughing hard he went towards the person and asked who he was and there was no answer. That person that caused Bob Ewell to go flying back onto the ground was Boo Radley. No one ever sees boo he just lives in his parents house, everyone thinks of him as a monster that wants to kill or hurt everyone even though he is a heart warming normal person.
I hardly got any sleep, candy and adrenaline from my performance keeping me up late into the night. It was a milestone moment I was sure, and I was going to remember it my whole life. My eyes finally closed, the imprint of a microphone seared onto my
Hello, the names Fork, Detective Fork. I’ve been working on cracking the case of the moon jumping scandal of Mister Cow. Everyone tells me I’m crazy and that it actually happened, but I know there’s something fishy about the whole thing. It all started that cold Tuesday night, my wife, now ex-wife, Miss Dish, had gone out with some of her “friends” for Miss Bowls birthday. I stayed home, turned on the TV, and started watching Game of Chairs.
While I was regaining my thoughts, I saw the red taillights, glowing as red as the sun, coming from of my dad's truck and bright white headlights coming from a car that was headed right towards me, as I was lying on highway. Thankfully, I jumped up as soon as I realized what had happened to me, trying not to get run over by the car that was heading straight at me. Freighted and still a little shocked, I just stood there like a deer in
Also, all of the stories have a common theme; every action comes with a consequence. In “The Fog Horn,” McDunn and Johnny switch off the foghorn, so the lonely sea monster attacks them. During “The Veldt,” George and Lydia give their needy kids everything
Birds of Paradise Awakened by the braying of Uncle Frank’s pick-up as it skid to a hard stop on the gravel driveway, I clasped the interior door handle and watched a pair of yelping coyotes scamper like marionettes over the tracks at the end of the cul-de-sac. Pursued by daybreak, a bluish fog slipped like smoke through the sparse orange trees along the far side of the tracks. I slid out of the groaning Chevy, trying my best not to kick any of Uncle Frank’s crushed beer cans out along with me. While stammering through a succession of outdated swears, my uncle limped ahead, toward the house, fixedly glowering at it’s largest and only illuminated window.
He lies by the door and keeps watch for you. I’m still gonna get me one of them Boomyehs or Boomerneighs or whatever you call them. I laughed out loud and Big Jake started barking at both of us. It’s Bouvier I corrected.
As I was looking up I could see the truck rolling in my direction. I stood there and watched it move. When it fell off the shelf I didn’t move. I stood right where I was and let the truck hit me in the head. The truck had cracked my head open.
“Run!” papa yelled “Run as far away from this place until you get to a village or something. They ran for somewhat an hour. They got to a village and there was lots of food there. They saw that there was no more smoke in the air.
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
I groaned at the incessant sound of the fog-horn on the Sound. Savage, frightening images of the torn up body of Myrtle Wilson plagued my dreams, keeping me up all night. Toward dawn, I rushed to get dressed as I heard a taxi pull up at Gatsby’s house. I made up my mind last night, knowing that it would be the right thing to do. I crossed over to Gatsby 's house and met him on his porch.