Hugo kept his distance, a far figure in the dimming light. The support systems had gone into cascade failure some time ago, something that effected only one of us. We were surrounded by his element, from the seas raging outside to the blood that slicked the marble floor and soaked the hem of my clothes. The bodies of his court littered the edges of the hallways, some last punishment on those who stayed loyal for failing to stop the war. I am unashamed to say I ran from him, tripping over limbs and sticky red. If I could distract him, I reasoned, if I could focus his rage on me for another moment, a few thousand more would escape his crumbling capitol before it was swallowed up by the ocean that threatened to break through the defenses at any second. I shuddered. Seventeen million people he would see drown for his own ego. …show more content…
I saw stars. “No. All I wanted was for you to feel what I felt. To make it even between us.” An invisible hand squeezed tighter around my stuttering heart as he continued, “You were weak and coddled and they called you brave when they would have killed me for less. I never hated you, Sumati. I only wanted to balance it out. Every day I knew it might be the day when I said the wrong thing and they would call me insane. Did you know I wanted my court to have a person who looked a fraction of the way I did without Morgan or Myrthe thinking I was staging a rebellion? Ha. They thought I was the one who was going to betray them. I would never…” He laughed then, a choked, sickly thing that turned half-sob. “I wanted to call Heng ‘father’, I wanted to be patted on the head for inane achievements, I wanted my family back!” The hold abruptly released, allowing my blood to stop pounding in my ears. He smiled crookedly, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes. “I can say it now, I’m already dead: all I ever wanted was to be you, Sumati
After an event of large magnitude, it still began to take its toll on the protagonist as they often “carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die” during the war (O’Brien 1187). The travesties that occurred with the brutality of war did not subside and began to affect those involved in a deeply emotional way. The multitude of disastrous happenings influenced the narrator to develop a psychological handicap to death by being “afraid of dying” although being “even more afraid to show it” (O’Brien 1187). The burden caused by the war creates fear inside the protagonist’s mind, yet if he were to display his sense of distress it would cause a deeper fear for those around him, thus making the thought of exposing the fear even more frightening. The emotional battle taking place in the psyche of the narrator is directly repressed by the war.
John Milton, an English poet, once said, “Innocence, once lost, can never be regained; Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost.” This is true of many situations, but especially so in war. The sight of premature death, grotesque injuries, and unnecessary sacrifice is impossible to forget. This is illustrated clearly in Walter Dean Myer’s graphic novel, Fallen Angels, through the protagonist Richard Perry’s development from a clueless, unprepared soldier to a scarred, weather-beaten veteran, through Richie’s experiences of his comrade’s death, the struggle of right verses wrong, and the terrifying futility of war.
happens all the time, but she exited her room to see what was going on. Once she
Each person in this world makes mistakes. Nobody is at all perfect. There is no such thing as someone having perfection. Anybody around myself makes mistakes. The false move may be big or may be small. No matter how small or big a mistake is everyone makes them. I personally do not feel like I have made an enormous mistake yet. Does not mean it will not happen, it will happen. I have made plentiful small mistakes, for examples, staying up to late on Sunday night watching Netflix. Waiting to do my homework last minute. Embarrassing myself somehow, everyone at least some point in their lives embarrass themselves. Blaming someone else for my mistakes, I blame my sister, Erica on things that I have done. Spending money on useless things, I have
Have you ever felt trapped in your worse nightmare? Do you think you will ever have what it takes to overcome it? I can assure you it is hard but after what I experienced I believe anyone is capable of doing so. When I was younger I didn’t know what the word “psychedelic” meant, or ever thought I would come in contact with one. When I was 16 that naïve way of thinking changed. One of my closest friends Sarah, which I hadn’t seen in months told me she had one of the best experiences of her life trying a psychedelic that goes by the name of LSD. Little did I know I was being introduced to a whole new world. Being young and impulsive, I was intrigued by her story and wanted to experience what she did. I unfortunately made the hasty
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
When I think about my past experiences of when I failed many scenarios come to mind. Us as humans beings are bound to fail at one point in life but its how you learn from them that makes it a fundamental. I came to a realization that all my past failures have played a huge role in my life, all of which have been either a lesson or an eye opener. The most vital scenario is when I failed to make the grade point average (GPA) required by my school to run track my first year entering high school. This event played a major role in my high school life.
Learn it the hard way. That is the way I learned the old adage “no pain, no gain”. It was my first dirt bike race. My heart had been pounding like a drum in a high school band for three days before the race. The race was in the middle of nowhere in Tucson, Az. I arrived on a Friday, my race was on Saturday.
A time when I experiences failure is when I made the B team for volleyball. From not making the A team I learn a lot of lessons. I knew that if I wanted to be on the A team then I was going to the have to push myself to improve. I knew that just because I didn’t make the team that I wanted to I shouldn’t give up and quit. I also knew that because I didn’t make the team that I want I couldn’t take it out on other people. I had to show good character and prove that I wasn’t taking it out on anyone else. I also knew that I could set long term and short term goals to reach to become better.
Failure is what I felt as soon as I dropped a four-rotation toss on sabre. Failure is what I sensed when my instructor told me to pick up a flag when everyone else had a sabre within their grip. Failure is what stared back at me every time I looked in the mirror.
Failure leads to disappointments but sometimes it can result in great lessons and successes. People can go through hard times, but if they stick it out and see it through, the failures and hard times can lead to success. This happened to me recently involving soccer. It was our second game of the high school season, and we were playing Northeastern. I had started the game and after the national anthem and the announcing of our names, the game whistle had blown, singling the start of the game. The first half went by slow it seemed to never end. With the end of the first half we were tied 0-0. The halftime talk was not very positive, understandably, considering we weren't playing well. Then the whistles blew again and we took the field to start
Thus far in my schooling, I have been to many schools that have all taught me in various ways. At public school, my grades were not the best and now that I am a private schooler, I am learning faster and more efficiently while earning straight A's. School is really enjoyable now that the students are friendlier, teachers are more caring, and I am taught in such a way that best suits my learning abilities.
Everyone in life experiences failure. It can affect people positively or negatively and that all depends on how they react to the experience. If one lets their failure overcome their dreams, it will lead them in the wrong path. But if one views their failures as a motive to succeed and grow, then they are on their way to becoming successful. For me, I let my failures in life help build onto my character and define the person I am today. My childhood injury is my example as I let this moment affect the outcome of my dreams I had then.
How am I going to start with this? Hmm... Let see, mostly people are different because for their unique/lousy habits. We all want change for just grief sake! (especially in past.), we need to change of how we live in a neighborhood. The neighborhood need something really exciting to amuse people. that's is not all that they need, they need to spice it up (Maybe if I wasn’t that tired then I would be getting this done by now.)
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,