Truth or Dare… Matthew, Meghety, Jack, and I along with about twenty-five others walked out the movie theater. We noticed the world was dark and silent, a place that was once filled with life is now lifeless. In a panic, we all looked around, everything was gone, not a single person still standing, we were all in shock. Meghety whispered into my ear, “Don’t these people seem oddly suspicious to you?” I instantaneously agreed. We wondered what to do, I remembered class discussions about the world’s end, then I suggested we split up and go search for the necessities needed to live and so we continued. Jack and I stuck together, we searched for food and water, and luckily we found a restaurant. Jack shouted, “We are at In-N-Out!” That got me laughing until I saw the sign was half fallen down, the chairs and tables were pulverized and burned. Searching the whole restaurant, we finally found some food, we sat there and ate as if we haven’t eaten for days. After we finished eating, Jack asked inquisitively, “If the world came to an end why didn’t we hear anything or get harmed?” I also reminded Jack, the odd vibe the others gave off. I finished my food and searched for water Once I found some I ran back to give some to Jack, then I saw two men holding him back …show more content…
I woke up and saw Jack lying on the ground and woke him from his unconsciousness. We were in a cage, our bodies beat. Two men walked in with some food and water, we tried asking questions, but they stayed silent. About ten minutes later, we heard screaming and cries for help, four men walked in along with Matthew and Meghety. We discussed our situation along with how to escape and then realized the men were from the movie theater. Later on, everyone fell asleep, I tried to stay awake, but I couldn’t anymore, I was tired and weak, my eyes slowly
Company In-n-out is one of the most popular fast food companies on the west coast, with 313 locations in California, Nevada, Utah, Texas, and Oregon. Opened 1948 by Harry and Esther Snyder, its first location located in in Baldwin Park, California became a popular establishment with a simple yet effective menu option. Today, In-n-out keeps the same menu which consists of burgers, fries, and milkshakes. In-n-out mission statement is “Quality you can taste” Their main focus is the quality of the food and keeping it fresh with only the highest quality ingredients.
The story Home of the Whopper, by Thomas Frank really shines some light on what is really going on in these fast food restaurants. The author begins his story by starting at the beginning, on Hillsborough Road in Durham.
In the town of Sebewaing not much goes on, and not much will. but recently, in the past few years, things in Sebewaing has been seaming to change that. But, back to my story, my grandfather and I just finished installing the new support beam when, now our immediate family started to show up, as they usually do. “Jesus, don’t they ever stay home?” Grandpa said. You see, my Grandpa is a crotchety old man, but for good reason. I seen my sister and her now fiance walking up too go inside the house but, this time it seemed very peculiar; prior to me going in the house, I seen my sisters fiance look at me with an estranged look. My grandpa instructed me to go take out the trash for him which I did happily, about 5 minutes later I came into the house and looked around, “What the hell is up with everyone?” I asked myself. I discovered while looking around that everyone had an eerie look on their faces, as if someone just died. I sat down and
Over the last 50 years, the fast food industry did not only sold hamburgers and french fries. It has been a key factor for vast social changes throughout America. It has been responsible for breaking traditional American values and reinstating new social standards that specifically aims to benefit the industry’s growth. These social standards have inevitably changed the way the American youth respond to education and self-responsibility. Eric Schlosser, an author of Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal, excellently uses logic to present the tactics used by the fast food industry to cheapen and promote labor along with the social changes that occurred in the American youth as a result. Schlosser aims to dismantle and dissect
‘Fast Food Nation’ by Eric Schlosser traces the history of fast food industry from old hot dog stands to the billion dollar franchise companies established as America spread its influence of quick, easy and greasy cuisine around the globe. It is a brilliant piece of investigative journalism that looks deep into the industries that have profited from the American agriculture business, while engaging in labor practices that are often shameful.
Chick-fil-A recognizes that their brand promise starts the minute the customer enters the premises. When a store opens for the first time, the franchised operator doesn’t just see an opportunity to sell his food product, but rather a “chance to interact, build community, and engage with customers and the community at large. We do this in a variety of ways. First and foremost, we strive to provide 2nd Mile Service to each customer. As we work to continuously improve, we want customers to experience something unique. We want to build community and create relationships between our customers and our food, people and restaurants” [3].
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
Eating has been one a great joy to me my entire life. It is a huge portion of everyone’s day, and for most, happens at least three times a day. If we eat three meals a day every day for a year that is one thousand and ninety five meals! With all these meals we need a nice place to sit down and enjoy it. Whenever I get hungry, I always find myself at Chick-fil-a; well, at least five times a week. The familiar sights, comforting scents, and soothing sounds of Chick-fil-A that make it the birthplace of happiness.
I am awoken to the sound of tree branches hitting the window and a faint ringing in the distance. I slowly get out of bed worried about what is happening beyond my door. I grab my flashlight and quickly head downstairs. I immediately run into the kitchen yelling for someone, but no one answers. I frantically look outside and see the trees swaying and the night sky turning into swirling clusters of clouds. I quickly run into my younger brother’s room and see him shakily holding onto his bed post with tears streaming down his face.
Rachel Lauden’s essay In Praise of Fast Food presents a fresh point of view by taking a look at the way the poor fed themselves throughout history and comparing it with the reality of today’s fast food industry. The current thinking about fast food is that it is unhealthy and leads to diabetes, heart disease, and obesity, when it is eaten without moderation.
For the next 3 weeks all I can think about its what went on that and what will be the next thing we do when I am let off the hook. As I start to plan the return to “ The Mansion” I start to hear weird noises coming from the woods outside of the house. As I peek out of the window of my small upstairs room, I see 4 people in black outfits slowly walking up to the garage door of my house. As I go to get my parents I realize that they had left to go to the grocery store about an hour ago. I then proceed to call my friends and tell them all to meet at my house asap so we can head back to “The Mansion” sometime tonight as we have all been curious for the last 3 weeks. As they begin to arrive, I begin to think that the people I saw walking through the woods may have been my neighbor Dave and his 3 kids heading back home from the river they were fishing at earlier that
My day was going well. I devoured a big breakfast, my brother, for once, got out of the shower quick, and no major assignment was pending. Life was very, very good. Then life began to fall into oblivion. I saw on the board in the front of Mrs. Smith's room the journal entry for the day. It was about what would I write about in a narrative essay. Hope faded away. Somewhere on the planet a nuclear bomb went. An earthquake struck in some unknown place on the Earth. A volcano erupted on Jupiter's moon Io and killed a bunch of Ionians. Somebody's red rose just wilted and the petals fell onto the ground. The end of the world was indeed upon us. My jaw dropped and warning bells went off in my head. I went completely and utterly blank. I tried as hard as I could to write my journal. Channel One came on and talked about a nuclear bomb going off in India that caused an earthquake that somehow caused a volcano to erupt on Io (that killed a bunch of aliens). My jaw dropped once again. It was now the floor. As I was finishing my journal, Mrs. Smith went to the front of the room and talked about, du du du, narrative papers. She gave us a cold, white study guide that gave me no hope for survival. She then gave us another evil sheet of pap...
About a hour past and I was just doing my work when John says to another kid next to me “go fix machine 57 section 8.” Then all the sudden CRUSH the kids legs got caught under the machine blood was all around him no was going to help him then SMASH machine hit kid again he died. John said to a lady “lost another one.” After that day me and my brothers were walking home tired. When we walked in our home it was silent our mom dead in a pool of blood, floor stab wounds on her every where. The cops came and took our dad away. The next day I read in the newspaper Ernest goes to jail. My two brothers Edward and Frank got some sort of
My eyes abruptly opened in the middle of the night as I heard screams coming from the hallway. The door to my room swung wide open as my mom rushed in, grabbing my arm and throwing my siblings and myself into our closet. Right before the door shut, I glimpsed the red flushed face of a man holding a gun. I realized that man was my father. My eyes shut as I was thinking to myself “this is not happening” while squeezing my siblings hands half wishing this was all a dream I was about to wake up from. Screams continued to fill the air for what seemed eternity. I still do not know to this day if those screams were from others or from myself. It all stopped once the gun went off. Silence pierced the air as sharp as a knife. I could hear my own heart