It was a beautiful friday afternoon as Sam and Jack were preparing for the camping trip up in the Redwood forest. As Sam was listening to the radio he over heard a news cast about wildfires in California. It just makes me treble and shiver when I hear the word fire. “Hey Jack I don’t know if we should go because of the fires up north.” “oh come on Sam it’s going to be great!” he called over to me. I yelled back all freaked out “ But Jack you don’t understand there are wildfires up north that could kill us or destroy our belongings.” In a rude voice he yelled back “ just because you are scared of fire's doesn't mean we don't get to go spend a beautiful weekend in the Redwood Forest, we will be fine trust me Sam.” I couldn't risk blowing it even though I was trembling like a jackhammer. I thought to myself to just calm down and look forward to the beautiful weekend. It was Saturday morning as sam and Jack camped out in the redwood wilderness. It was a breezy day as the trees swayed and the dead needles fell Jack …show more content…
by the stream” I did not know what to do I hated fire and if I wanted my friend I had to go through a wall of fire raging on the brush beside the path. I looked around some more all I see is fire raging everywhere, but that’s when something clicked in my heart. I had to overcome my fear of fire other wise it will be too late. In a rushed way I said “Don’t worry Jack I am coming to get you” I sprinted as fast as I could to the stream and there he was in the water trying to survive. He looked like he was a dead corpse. I didn’t have enough time, I was shaking really bad and still trying to save my friend. I helped him up and lightly and dragged him to the car. When we got in I sped of like the speed of light. I shook him violently on the shoulder and
2. “Oh yes. Without the fire we can’t be rescued. So we must stay by the fire and make smoke.” (156).
“ “You’ve got to get right back in the saddle. You can’t live in fear of something as basic as a fire.” ” (15).
No two people are truly the same, therefore creating a mass difference in outlooks when experiencing things. This is seen in the writings of authors Linda Thomas and Joan Didion in their separate essays, Brush Fire and The Santa Ana. Theses essays revolve around the same experience both authors share of the Santa Ana wildfire in southern California, but in different perspective. In Brush Fire, Linda Thomas gives the reader a more beautiful insight on wildfires while Joan Didion has a more serious and disheartening perspective on them, which each author paints in their own way.
The fire gets Macey interested in a fire that happened years ago, where a man was thought to have been burned alive in it. For a h...
Even though his choir group is supposed to be watching the fire and making sure it’s lit, Jack takes ...
leadership and Jacks chaotic savagery. After the boys light their first fire, the wind picks up and
(Pg.71).This shows that Jack's anger has no boundaries, he doesn't have to think twice about hurting someone without remorse. Jack's savagery becomes more excessive. “‘There was lashings of blood,’ said Jack, laughing and shuddering, ‘you should have seen it!’” (pg. 69) At this point of the story, the boys had seen a ship, but the ship didn't stop due to the fire being burnt out.
People around the city went to bed, everything seemed relatively normal. Smoke dwindling into the dark night sky, the faint smell of burning wood. All normal for Chicago. Fires were a daily part of life for this wooden city. Near the time of 2 a.m. the fire didn’t seem so normal and average anymore. A mean flame was being born, it was blazing to life.
Ralph concentrates on being rescued and Jack goes along with this taking on the responsibility that he and his choir will mind the fire. “We’ll be responsible for keeping the fire going-”, but while Ralph remains focused on being rescued, Jack’s newfound interest in hunting leads him to forget about rescue.
... important that one is aware of how their emotions play a role in how they make decisions in a risky environment, and that they try to make those decisions as objectively as possible. In order for the father and son to continue to “carry the fire” they must find others who are making the same journey as them to share their fire with so that the fire may spread and become a greater light in the post apocalyptic world they are faced with.
Instead of getting caught up in the hunting bloodlust, he proposes something practical and sensible- to start a fire. “Something deep in Ralph spoke for him. I'm the chief of the. I'll go to the store. Don't argue.
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
The Fire “C’mon, it’ll only take you a second,” he said. I can still remember the look on his face; he looked like a puppy begging for a treat. My red-haired neighbor was three years older than me; he had a sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks and a certain charm in his voice. “Ben, I don’t know about this. I don’t want to get into trouble,” I, being ever cautious, was always reluctant to participate in Ben’s adventures.
We all grabbed our lawn chairs and cozied up next to the roaring red fire. I always sat a little too close, enough to where the fire burnt a hole straight through my favorite pair of flip-flops, assuring me to never make that mistake again. S’mores was all of our favorite bed time snack time and a perfect way to end the night. Every time I would roast my marshmallow until it became slightly brown, mushy, and not too hot in the center; then I 'd put it between two graham crackers and extra pieces of chocolate. One too many s’mores and a belly like later I laid back in my chair and listened as Nancy told us stories. Before going to bed Nancy told us about her favorite past times here as a child and how just like the little girl we saw fishing, she was also afraid of fishing. She told us stories about how much the campground has evolved since she was a child and how every year she promises to take us here and to keep it a tradition. At bedtime Alicia and I crawl into our tents and snuggle up in our warm sleeping bags. We talked to each other about how sad we felt that it was almost the end of summer, and how nervous we felt to start our freshman year of high school. However, our conversations ended when Nancy yelled at as from the other tent to keep quiet and go to bed. I’d fallen asleep that night to the sound of the fire crackling out and the crickets chirping