When he kept looking up he could see all these flickering lights and thought it was lighting and then the sky turning dark, which he thought were rain clouds. When he and his men had reached the top of Mt Kaputar and looked out over the land he could not believe what lay before him....
She said she found the 9-year-old boy on the sidewalk with at least one gunshot to his hip. "He's crying and yelling. He was very, just scared, and he's in pain, and he's saying, ‘I’m hurt, I'm shot, they shot us, I'm hurt,'" she sai...
The air smells strangely sweet and salty at the same time. I breathe in the scent. An orange haze appears above the horizon, lighting up the sky as if lit by fire, yet the haze was so crisp and clear. The clouds are splashed with warming colors’ of hot pink’s, reds and even ...
Lest you’re thinking that I’ve crossed the line completely to where a grumpy old man sits on his front porch yelling at the clouds, let me say that I do have sympathy for young people growing up in today’s world. And because of my gender, special empathy for young males. It seems...
Each man stretched himself out upon his robe in the glow of it. Anookasan filled the red pipe, and, having lighted it, he took one or two hasty puffs and held it up to the moon, which was scarcely visible behind the cold clouds. “Great Mother, partake of this smoke! May I eat ...
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again”.(The Old Man and the Sea, Page22)The old man conveys an idea that human beings should keep ...
An old black man on crutches says. Everybody’s look at him, an another old black man yelling: “My Teynevi!” What did he says? The old black man yelling: “Hey! Brother man!”“Hey, how’s it going?”“Good! My wife like old times, she always says ‘What’s wrong with you...
A man yelling at someone in his house. A mean yell. Birds. Squirrels’ claws scampering up trees. Although I’m using guilt as a motivator to complete this virtual race (you track your runs using the Strava app and log them on the NYCRUNS website), I’m trying to let guilt go in...
For example, I wore my favorite muscle shirt (yes, I still enjoy showing off the python-like biceps I was known for back in the day) this morning when my little dog Cricket and I walked a mile between showers, but that was about it because the clouds were threatening more rain, and ...
“Get the fuck out of my head, man,” Celia said. He had merely done what men had been doing since the primeval birth of jealousy. Just a spoon of love from my forty-five, save you from another man. Howlin’ Wolf was just singing about what thousands had wished they could do, and...