I hear a sharp hiss interrupting my thoughts. I tightly close my eyes shut then I open them. Light beams the entire room. Out of nowhere, a Smokey, black coffin sits right in the middle of the bright room. I try to find a way back out, but the doors are locked!
It is large with a newly acquired echo, like a theatre; be it one devoid of cast, set and script. Floors are floors and walls are walls, distinguished plainly by the battered skirtings. Her footsteps feel empty and queer; noise seems to play differently. Entering the sitting room, geometric shafts of late afternoon sun arrive on the floor, curious as to the whereabouts of the furniture on which they had previously rested. An expected smell of oak is overpowered by a lingering odour of perspiration, and that of boxes, tape and newspaper.
Behind the school cafeteria lie six huge dumpsters in a row. 10. Through all my struggles runs a small hope for a better life. Exercise 7 1. There was a gray cat and a striped kitten in the garden.
Joseph Walker 2/10/12 Intro to Security The Station Nightclub Fire There were many issues regarding this nightclub that caused this horrible fire that claimed the lives of 100 people. There were a couple threats involved that made this fire so bad. The main threat that happened was the pyrotechnics failed and ignited a flame on the stage. One of the bad design flaws of this building was that they used a highly flammable insulation. This insulation is known as polyurethane foam insulation.
Maze without a Minotaur By Dana Gioia If we could only push these walls apart, unfold the room the way a child might take apart a box and lay it flat upon the floor— so many corners cleared at last! Or else could rip away the roof and stare down at the dirty rooms, the hallways turning on themselves, and understand at last their plan— dark maze without a minotaur, no monsters but ourselves. Yet who could bear to see it all? The slow descending spirals of the dust against the spotted windowpane, the sunlight on the yellow lace, the hoarded wine turned dark and sour, the photographs, the letters—all the crowded closets of the heart. One wants to
The speaker also uses alliteration to show his attitude toward the cellar as being that of loathing but amazement by using the hard sound of the “D” to show the filth of the cellar. describing the cellar as “Dank as a Ditch” (1) and that the bulbs which have broken from their boxes were “Hunting for chinks in the Dark” (2) and again he doesn’t stop with the description of the cellar itself, but goes on to use this same alliteration when referring to
My childhood eyes see in the darkness the “painted devils.” (Act 1 Scene 2) My ears hear the “owl scream” and the “crying crickets” and the “croaking raven” (Act 2 Scene 5) - all rob my sleep. My nose smells the innocent blood of those victims to our ambition, our king so much like my sleeping father, the “Great Bond” himself, Banquo, and the mistress and hildren of our Thane of Fife. Oh my dear one, you thought that you had “murdered sleep” (Act 2 Scene 2) but I have murdered more than that – I have murdered our very
The church had been targeted and bombed repeatedly; its stone floors teetered dangerously on partially-collapsed walls like an unconvincing house of cards. Scenes of utter, fatal collapse, buildings with their faces smeared off; sections of walls resting at inexplicable angles. At one site the blast had been so strong several cars were blown to smithereens and a tree had all its leaves blown off leaving nothing but a skeleton. The atmosphere was choked in ash and the smell was sickly
The smell of dead rotten bodies attracts rats. They are everywhere you look and some are even as big as Felix our cat. The other night I was woken up by Johnny screaming. As I looked towards him I could see a big rat (the one the size of Felix) had nibbled through his haversack and tunic to get to his flesh. With a cry of horror I threw the rat twenty yards into no man’s land.
The upstairs and the parlor were boarded up. When the police took down the boards the rooms were covered in a thick layer of dust and hadn’t been occupied scene Augusta died. Although some of the human body parts had been carelessly tossed under furniture some had been carefully preserved. Possibly the most disturbing thing was the chair that was covered in human skin. While looking in the house an officer looked in a brown paper bag that he found in a cabinet.