It was a hot morning in Yakima when I put the last backpack in the car. I sigh,“And we are done!” I walk into my house and pat my husband, Dave, on the back, “Ready to go?” I ask him. “Yes,” he looks up at me, “I know you love going on road trips Janis, but do we really need to go on them every other month?” “Yes Dave, I know they aren’t super fun for you but this one will be, I know it!” I smile at him as he gets up from his spot in the chair and hops into the driver's seat. I sit in the passenger seat and turn the radio on as he drives out onto the open road full of possibilities. I smile and open the window feeling the breeze on my face. About a half hour later i see an empty road with dead, yellow grass on both sides of …show more content…
I like that song!” Dave reaches his hand to turn the radio back on but I put my hand over it before he can. “I’m getting a headache,” I tell him sitting back breathing in all the fresh air from outside. We don’t get outside much since we both have the same office job. We just sit in an office all day typing and writing. I don’t enjoy it but I can’t quit. All of the sudden I feel the car getting slower and slower. “What’s going on?” I ask him …show more content…
I give it to him and he dials a number. “Hello?” I hear muffled talking from the phone. “Yes, we need someone to come to get us we ran out of gas.” More muffled talking “we aren’t completely sure...we think somewhere on the outskirts of Yakima…oh okay are you sure?” He looks up from the phone with a concerned expression. “They said they cant get us because they don’t come out this far. Turns out they have a limit for where they can go.” I look at him, “oh,” I mumble. We both get in the car and just sit there. “Call your mom or dad or someone!” I say. He calls him mom but she doesn’t answer. He next calls his dad and again, he doesn’t answer. As he is typing the next number in the screen, it goes black. “What happened?”I ask worried. “My phone died,” he answers. We both sigh and wait in the car. We aren’t sure what for but, we just wait. After a couple minutes of silence, we get our backpacks fill them with water and food and start the walk. Every few minutes someone would say “I’m tired” and drink water or want to stop. I felt like my throat was sandpaper and my heart was beating like a drum. After about 45 minutes or so we
“It’s out of service?” my mom said under her breath. with Cellena going over her minutes, and had her phone shut off just last week! Nobody heard from her the rest of the night…
I could hear the car engines roaring to life, horns honk above me. Tiny footsteps echo throughout the tunnel as I leant up against a brick wall. The tunnel seemed to carry on forever like there was no ending. Yellow dimmed lights lead through the path of the tunnel. I tried to control my breathing which got heavier by the second.
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
There were once three friends Luke, Adam, and Eli. They were running for their lives from alien soldiers. They had only some food, water and a knife each. “Runnnnn they're gaining on us!” yelled Luke who was at the front. After they lost them they stopped to rest. They were in the forest of pyrex. They knew they had to get to hi valley for it was the only safe place in all the world. They were close to the place thought they just had to avoid many soldiers and bullets and then it would be a straight shot to the valley. Eli pointed to a map and said “It might be a few day stretch from here.” “But” interrupted Adam “There are soldiers everywhere that will shoot you on the spot,” luke said “We should go this way through the Spirit forest because, there is no way any soldier would go through it.” even though the voyage would take longer it was the safest way.
At house 51, while Severide was talking to Capp, Tony, and Cruz, the alarm blares and says something on the intercom.
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.
A few hours later he heard a loud buzzing he realized it was coming from his phone he quickly picked it up in the hope of getting money
surprise, I noticed an old, rotten car parked on the shoulder of the road and a
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
Dennis Miller tells the story: “Out of parental concern and a desire to teach our young son responsibility, we require him to phone home when he arrives at his friend’s house, a few blocks away. He began to forget, however, as he grew more confident in his ability to get there without disaster befalling him. The first time he forgot, I called to be sure he had arrived. We told him the next time it happened, he would have to come home. A few days later, however, the telephone again lay silent, and I knew if he were ever going to learn he would have to be punished. But I did not want to punish him. I went to the telephone regretting that his great time would be spoiled by his lack of contact with his father.
January, 1607: It has to be at least 11:30pm this night of January 9th, and I remain awake. Ever since I discovered my skin caked with red speckles two mornings ago, I realized the awful truth. I have scabies. I sit up in my cold, damp bunk and my mind jumps to my legs, which are pringling immensely.
Before I knew it, we were pulling up to the cabin. When we stopped, the first thing I did when I got out was take a deep breath. Then I said, "What do you guys want to do?" Chase just shrugged his shoulder.
Without bothering to even look back, Clary immediately left the happy and safe atmosphere of the brightly lit little house that rested up top the small hill, setting off into the unknown. Her small hands gripped the leather reins, while she rode through the familiar village in which she'd learned to call home over the last several years. The town was usually ridiculously cherry and tranquil at night. Red brick shops, including the bakery, small bookshop, and other business's sat in perfectly adjacent straightened cordial rows. Many of their doorway's lit brightly by soft lanterns. Plants growing in pots added a nice touch and splashes of color to the establishments, which interrupted the annoying, continuous cobblestone pathway on which Wayfarer
pavement looked really white. When I got to the main building I walked up to a
The house phone started to ring. “We have a house phone?” I questioned myself rubbing my eyes giving off a weary sigh. When did I fall asleep? I headed downstairs and it stopped. Again it rang and I guessed it was on the bottom shelf hence lack of usage. Pulling off the dusty cloth I grasped the telephone and answered.