Without spending too much time thinking, I ran towards the place that served as our market square and center of the town at the same time. I came to an abrupt halt when I arrived there and bumped into someone. I instantly lowered my head and began to apologize, expecting the adult to shout at me for being so careless, but nothing of the like happened. Confused, I looked up. The man almost looked like a statue to me, the shock clearly visible in his features. As I looked around, the faces of the other people seemed to wear the exact same expression. Curious of what seemed to scare them so much, I followed the direction of their glances, and my eyes widened in sheer terror. Over Wall Maria, the wall that has been protecting us for so long, a gigantic head could be seen. No way... A titan?! I hardly had time to fully comprehend what was happening, because the giant's foot met the gate of the wall with a lot of force, knocking it down and sending debris flying everywhere. The people around me seemed to awake from their numbness again, trying to run away while shouting various things which I couldn't fully understand. To put it short, it was an absolute chaos. Most of the people fled into the direction of the inner part of Wall Maria, while some people stayed next to the corpses of their beloved ones that were unlucky enough to be caught by the broken bits of the outermost wall. Some people even ran into the direction of the outer wall although they risked getting eaten by the titans that were entering the city through the hole in the wall, just to save their family or other persons that were important to them. Family... I suddenly realized that I didn't know the whereaboúts of my own family and started to run again, this time towar... ... middle of paper ... ...hours ago I was full of so much energy and happiness, who would've thought all of this would be gone in a matter of seconds? As I heard the people around me whispering nervously, I looked up for the first time in a while. What I saw only petrified my even further. There was another titan that didn't look much different from the "normal" titans, which broke down the inner part of Wall Maria. Even though I was still young back then, I instantly realized that humanity just lost against the titans once again, leaving behind an unimagineable amount of dead people and only a very small number of survivors like me. Those survivors could be identified by simply taking the time to look them into the eyes; eyes that were once full of life and happiness like mine used to be were now bitter and dull, unable to hide that the person they belonged to has been consumed by despair.
I heard Two-Bit talking in a low voice on the phone, but I tried to tune him out. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out some of the pain. I must have fallen asleep because all of a sudden I felt someone grab my hand.
I didn’t answer. I could hear his deep concern in his voice. I felt bad however, I didn't want to deal with all of them right now. I turned over to face the wall so that they hopefully got the message.
I ran like heck out of there, screaming and crying, convinced I’d destroyed the whole world.
..., with a suddenly distorted face, full of rage, dashed past him as if to enter the tomb (192).
I made a blank and emotionless expression and slouched. I tried not making any eye contact.
Turning the corner of the alleyway I was in I run with all my might just barely keeping a speed faster than the two goons.
As I awoke I saw the face of a man staring down at me with a look of pure horror and
into focus and you can see the sheer terror on his face. His eyes are
Since the late 1970s, social science researchers, the media, private foundations, and policymakers have directed considerable attention to the labor market problems of young adults and their families. Most of this attention has focused on high school dropouts, the poor, minorities, and inner-city youth. But an equally troubling—and broader—problem has received comparatively less notice: the steep and sustained decline since 1973 in the real (inflation-adjusted) earnings of young men and women generally. Even adjusting for demographic and socioeconomic characteristics, the labor market problems of young workers are disproportionately severe—they include higher than average unemployment and relatively low earnings when employed. This sustained drop in earnings has been especially dramatic for young adults with no postsecondary school education.
What gives a life meaning? Some might say that family, friends, religious values, or even money give meaning to their life, but what about the people who do not have any of these things? In Earnest Hemingway’s short story “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place,” two characters are portrayed as being in despair. These older gentlemen have explicit reasons for their grief however. Hemingway presents the central theme of despair throughout the story by the use of dialogue, images, and multiple viewpoints. Through the use of these three literary tools, Hemingway is able to reiterate that without family, friends, or values life is ultimately meaningless.
could see the cage of his ribs all astir, the bones of his arms waving. It
I woke up with the biggest headache I’ve ever had before. I realized I had never been to the place where I was. I also noticed that there were a lot of people here with me. We all looked slightly
John Edgar Wideman’s “Our Time” is an indirect narration of his brother, Robby Wideman’s life, and a parallel journey of Wideman through those times. The story is in fractions; presented in the direct point of view by Wideman, his mother and Robby: while at the same time Wideman representing all of them from his point of view. A person is more like a mid-point of a triangle, where environment, family and personality strike at him perpendicularly, while each of them is parallel to a person’s action. Robby was the youngest of his family, the reason for him being the pampered and the unruly child. The family failed to teach Robby the difference between the black people and the white people. During the time, black people were void of any rights. Robby was more like a spring, he was compressed during his youth period and when he was let go, it bounced off over the boundaries.
I fetched frantically for a plastic bag, my body sweltered with heat as I felt away for...
I felt shocked and a huge amount of anger mounting up inside me. I walked