The Summer Heat By Ishan Rodman
The Summer Heat
By Ishan Rodman
Sophomore Humanities Project
May 20th, 2016
Mr. Eason
Mrs. Ihrke
The sky was ablaze but this was a different kind of fire. A warm fire, one that enveloped me and gave hope that we would no longer be afraid and no longer be scared. We stepped out of the shade of the barn and climbed over the ridge. We could all see one thing, men in dull gray uniforms running out of the city. Towards the south a sea of blue and green push forward flooding the city washing it clean of the gray that had covered everything.
Just a few days before, beads of sweat formed on my head as I talked and lectured for minutes which turned into hours. The day was stressful, the kids as usual were constantly complaining of the summer …show more content…
A man in a dull gray uniform stained crimson red as he lay dead still clutching the silver rod sticking through his chest. The streets nearest the border were a sea of gray and red but as you got closer to the inner city the gray and red seas turned into a red sea filled with the bodies of men, women, and children alike. The children let out muffled cries as they recognized the marked faces of those close to them and I too let out a muffled cry when I saw the families of the kids I saved. Not everyone was dead, many of the wealth are still living being held captive somewhere in the city. I hear a muffled shout and the pounding of boots and I knew we were discovered. I quickly grabbed the children and rushed quickly outside of the city carefully weaving between alleys as to not give away our hiding spot. On the way back I peak into a massive house the largest in the city its was Jia’s house I saw her family huddled in a corner as many of the soldiers around them quickly scurried around looking for items and anything they can take. My eyes quickly darted away as a figure clad in gray came out of the house in front dragging a man who seemed to be unconscious but still alive. The rising and falling of his chest was inconsistent and he was gasping for air. His arms were covered in purple and black spots and his face was caked with blood and sweat. From around the corner I watched as he was dragged up towards the mountain. I hoped he wouldn’t go near the barn but I knew that just over that ridge was a group of kids dependent on me and I had to get back to
By Ishan Rodman
Sophomore Humanities Project
May 20th, 2016
Mr. Eason
Mrs. Ihrke
The sky was ablaze but this was a different kind of fire. A warm fire, one that enveloped me and gave hope that we would no longer be afraid and no longer be scared. We stepped out of the shade of the barn and climbed over the ridge. We could all see one thing, men in dull gray uniforms running out of the city. Towards the south a sea of blue and green push forward flooding the city washing it clean of the gray that had covered everything.
Just a few days before, beads of sweat formed on my head as I talked and lectured for minutes which turned into hours. The day was stressful, the kids as usual were constantly complaining of the summer …show more content…
A man in a dull gray uniform stained crimson red as he lay dead still clutching the silver rod sticking through his chest. The streets nearest the border were a sea of gray and red but as you got closer to the inner city the gray and red seas turned into a red sea filled with the bodies of men, women, and children alike. The children let out muffled cries as they recognized the marked faces of those close to them and I too let out a muffled cry when I saw the families of the kids I saved. Not everyone was dead, many of the wealth are still living being held captive somewhere in the city. I hear a muffled shout and the pounding of boots and I knew we were discovered. I quickly grabbed the children and rushed quickly outside of the city carefully weaving between alleys as to not give away our hiding spot. On the way back I peak into a massive house the largest in the city its was Jia’s house I saw her family huddled in a corner as many of the soldiers around them quickly scurried around looking for items and anything they can take. My eyes quickly darted away as a figure clad in gray came out of the house in front dragging a man who seemed to be unconscious but still alive. The rising and falling of his chest was inconsistent and he was gasping for air. His arms were covered in purple and black spots and his face was caked with blood and sweat. From around the corner I watched as he was dragged up towards the mountain. I hoped he wouldn’t go near the barn but I knew that just over that ridge was a group of kids dependent on me and I had to get back to