Dahlia's English Class Blog

Tone: Comical  The bright, vibrant green cap of the juice bottle shone brightly under the classroom lights, all basked in its reflective glory. The juice inside was supposed to fill the bottle, though it just barely covered the bottom of the bottle. How inconvenient. But the little liquid that was left in the bottle happily swished around it its messy glory, unknown of how unuseful the juice bottle was. 

The hum of electricity rumbled throughout my house-- you could have easily mistaken it as silence, but if you listen closely, you'll be able to hear the mechanical whirs of an air conditioner being used. You could even hear the wind it blows out if you try hard enough; the air itself seemed to sound like the waves of an ocean overlapping each other from far away-- constantly turning over and over, repeating itself and always being present. Outside, it almost felt quiet. Everything was dark, but one could still make out the outlines of neighboring houses. The long verticle line that shaped the walls of the house, and the sharp angles that shaped the houses' roof. Everything was dark, but there was an area where a small luminescent white glow cascaded onto the ground, banishing the shadows. There was a tree, not far from my house, that grew until it reached the houses' rooftops, as it was Jack's infamous beanstalk-- though it really seemed as if it was leisurely climbing

    Find a wounded soldier, do whatever it takes to relieve them from the pain, and bring them back to the station for further help. He remembered that from the rigorous training. Relieve the wounded till an air medic would arrive they’d say. But seeing so many people take their final breaths right in front of him-- just makes him feel responsible. Could he have done something? Was there anything in his pouches that could help? Would the morphine help them? But even when he knew that nothing could be done to the one that were already gone, still makes him feel worthless. Even he knew medics like him couldn’t save everyone. He wouldn’t except it though. But he realized that this whole entire thing wouldn't have had happened. The war wouldn't happened, but because of Pearl Harbor and the bomb that hit it, it did. Curse you Japanese people for making me feel like this. 5 “Hey pill pusher! Get back out to that field and start saving ‘em. There’s nothing that could be done if