The door is stuck, so I kick it open and step out into the crisp night air. I forgot my shoes at home so I’m walking all over broken glass and metal barefoot. I glanced over to all the bystanders who got barricaded behind the accident. The look on their faces told me that the accident was terrible, I then came realized that I was hit from behind which is what triggered
Death is everywhere in Starkfield. If I had to relate it to any of the characters, I would say Zeena, only because she is so sick throughout the book. Also, we know from the beginning of the book that some tragedy happens to the Frome family but we aren’t sure until the last few chapters of the book. So, the prologue sets a feeling of possible death for the whole book. Before the accident when Mattie and Ethan enter the house, Wharton describes the kitchen as “the deadly chill of a vault after the dry cold of the night.” I think this image is appropriate for the experiences of the years following Ethan and Mattie’s accident.
Truly Gone As I walked into the Johnson and Vaughn Funeral home in Fairfield, Illinois on February 12, 2010, I was not prepared to say farewell to my mother at all. I was feeling alone, guilty, sad, broken hearted, angry and to a degree relieved all at the same time. The taste of a stale cigarette was in my mouth. As I walked into the room where the service would be held I could smell a mix of scents from all of the flowers and candles that friends and loved ones had sent to us. I can not tell you who all was present for the service, as I could not seem to focus on anything but my loss.
Kodrich’s room. She had told us that her room had flooded in the recent cold weather and that many of the items in her room were ruined. Also it had a strong musty smell that seemed like it would never go away. All of the posters and signs she had on the wall were ruined. The clock that she had bought with her own money had been destroyed along with other various school supplies.
After this meeting, the usual house seems to be a cold, impervious gloom. Room looks more like a grave, which is not reachable by any sound of a big city. Montag finally sees his wife: "hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw, the reddened pouting lips, and her flesh like white bacon” and realizes, that their marriage has turned into an empty fiction. Clarisse’s absurd death aggravates the situation: he rethinks the world in which they live, learns to think, secretly taking books to the house. A new spiritual mentor appears in Guy’s life- Faber, an old-fashioned man, who completes the initiated by Clarisse and opens main character’s eyes, forcing to notice what is going on around them.
"It was very icy under my car. That's why my car is still there." Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut closed roads to all but essential traffic. Some of the worst of the storm appeared to hit Connecticut, where even emergency responders found themselves stuck on highways all night. In the shoreline community of Fairfield, police and firefighters could not come in to work, so the overnight shift was staying on duty, said First Selectman Michael Tetreau.
Joseph Calcavecchia 10/23/10 Eng. 121 Ms. Gadsden Gettysburg It is the morning of July 1st 1863, it was a very cold day out, and the wind was blowing very hard against my tent. Old Jonas in the back was snoring so loud; I had thought he would wake the dead. I’ve been a worried sick all night without any sleep at all. I had heard word that my wife Margaret has come down with pneumonia and I wish I could be there to tend to her.
I was so upset and pretty enraged by her existence. All day, I sulked and pouted around the house for a bit, opened presents with the family, had breakfast and talk Christmas things. But all I was thinking about was Tahoe; with its super fast chair lifts,
“Leaving alien miles unleashed and unrestrained. Watching the hurricane of writhing snow rage past the little house” (234). She was overpowered by the storm which left her planted in the freezing drifts in which Steven arrived. Now Ann can relax as there is someone to do the chores and keep her company, but in a short amount of time this changes. Steven turns into a awful man who knows he has the advantage of Ann for the night, “but in a storm like this you are not expecting john?” (236).
COLD. The north wind brisked up, just as the morning slowly turned into a more depressing gray afternoon, bringing rain so cold it turned to ice that stuck to everything and anything it touched. The bare branches of the trees along O'Halla Street were sheathed in a radiant armor which drug them down and froze them into place. A single tear gently caressed my cheek as I stood in the now vacant bedroom-a place, which used to be my own-for what seemed like hours, knowing I'd never see the familiar surroundings of my Chesapeake home again. Home.