Eliza blinked open her eyes and looked around. She was in a bed, it’s wooden posts carved to tight perfection. She looked up, strangely, the ceiling was made up of what seemed to be golden tree branches, laced together so thickly, it seemed that no light could get through, and none did besides the light that came in through the sides of the building, which didn’t have any walls. Then, reality hit her. Where the heck was she? All she remembered was suddenly disappearing from the lake and ending up in the forest from her dream, completely dry. Was she dead? That was the only logical answer for what was going on, but somehow it didn’t seem that way to her. Everything around her felt…well…mortal. She heard a slight gasp to her left and turned to look at where the noise had come from. …show more content…
Eliza felt like she somehow knew who this girl was, her hair was a platinum blond, she had pointed elf ears, and blazing blue eyes, but she was too tired to think and her features didn’t ring a bell, so she didn’t spend much time on it. “Who are you, where am I”? Eliza quickly said before the girl could say anything, she wasn’t interested in conversation, just answers.”My name is Erawen”, said the girl. “You are in the Mountain Realm, the land of my people. I’ve been healing your wound since the day I found you by the lake, you’re lucky to be alive right now”. Erawen’s voice was light and airy, Eliza could feel her head start to bob, drowsiness beginning to take pla… no, she sat up, she needed answers. Erawen spoke up, ”What is your name”? She cocked her head slightly in question as she began to make a poultice out of the herbs she had brought. Eliza answered reluctantly,” My name is Eliza”, she wanted to keep her answers short, after all, she didn’t know who this girl was. Erawen seemed to ignore the answer, but did continue speaking, “You know, your wound has closed up a
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Male supremacy was a hallmark of western society during the late nineteenth and twentieth century. For much of the Victorian Era, intellectual progress was dedicated towards the justification of the white man’s supremacy. Evolution, imperialism, and social hierarchy were all examined under the lens of already existing societal norms. While revolutionary in its concept, Charles Darwin’s explanation of evolution and the dichotomy of the sexes fit within the overarching notions on man in British Empire. With his scientific justifications in Descent of Man, Charles Darwin seeks to reinforce the dogma of male superiority. With the dawn of the twentieth century, boundaries weakened and women began to gain influence among intellectual circles. This
They ate and drank, while Mr. Tumnus told her about all kinds of things like the White Witch, and Lucy told of her siblings. When Lucy told him she had to leave, Mr.Tumnus began to cry. Lucy tried to confort him, but he kept saying that he was a bad Faun, because he worked for the White Witch, whom made it always winter, but never Christmas. He had to take the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve to her, but he couldn’t now since they became friends. He brought Lucy back to the lamp post, but they had to be quiet, for the Witch had spies everywhere, even some trees. Lucy ran through the door of the wardrobe and stumbled out and ran to her siblings, and told them she’d come back. Her siblings didn’t understand what she meant, for Lucy had only been gone for a merely a second. She told them everything she’d experienced, but they did’t believe her. Edmund kept making fun of her and asked if she’d found any new worlds since then.
Eliza’s blatant disregard for the concern of those around her contributed heavily to her demise. Had she listened to her friends and family when they told her to marry Mr...
As a result, she met emotions she did not think existed, felt a huge hollow and felt like a walking dead. Her confused days and sleepless nights became a ritual; therefore, the only life she knows was a torturous hell
"Elisabeth!" I screeched causing my voice to crack. I ran up to the crowd surrounding the event. I pushed my way through hundreds of people. I emerged my way to the front and stumbled in front of Elisabeth. I looked up as the heat warmed my face. The smell of burnt flesh and hair sizzled the air as the logs popped and cracked. Tears escaped my eyes. My knees buckled beneath me and I fell. Expecting to hit the ground, I went limp only to be prompt up by God knows
As she looked out the window she saw that the ash had started to fall. Eventually, the ash reached about one and a half feet. When she went outside she had to wear a mask because the air was toxic. It didn’t even look like earth. She felt like she was walking on the moon. Nothing looked familiar with the black ash covering everything. Home no longer looked like home. She felt lost in her own yard, the mountains behind her were covered in ash. Everything she knew was different.
She climbed up a tree, and fell out of it, realizing she can’t climb trees. She just stayed under the tree, and wondered when she was going to get out of this place. Of course, her home wasn’t perfect, and she wasn’t even staying there for any longer anyway. But, if she went back, she’d be faced with a bunch of questions, and be scolded by her mother, like she always was.
She finds herself standing in an old unfamiliar empty room. She glances at the ceiling, noticing every ceiling title and each random square light in-between them. Then her eyes slowly focus on the pale white walls. As she scans each wall, she begins to notice the room is not empty. She soon realizes that she is standing in the middle of a hallway and staring at random unfamiliar people. Then everything becomes dark and she wakes up and goes on her day like normal. As she is going through her day, she finds herself in an unfamiliar room. She begins to study the ceiling, then the walls, and finally it dawns on her that she has been through this before. The girl has experienced déjà vu.
When death has once entered into a house, it almost invariably returns immediately, as if it knew the way, and the young woman, overwhelmed with grief, took to her bed and was delirious for six weeks. Then a species of calm lassitude succeeded that violent crisis, and she remained motionless, eating next to nothing, and only moving her eyes. Every time they tried to make her get up, she screamed as if they were about to kill her, and so they ended by leaving her continually in bed, and only taking her out to wash her, to change her linen, and to turn her mattress.
I entered her bedroom, where she was last sighted. A peevish odour was rising from the bed. Mist started rising, the room was surrounded with gases and it was all I remembered of the past.
She got to her feet and ran after him through the door. The room was different though, so bright that it hurt her eyes. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but we can’t get her back. She’s not responding, I’m sorry.” a woman was still weeping. A curtain hid the view of the voices, and when she tried to grab it to pull it back her hand just went through. She walked through the curtain and looked down at the bed.
As I drifted down the hallway, it seemed endless. With my stomach in my throat I walked. I could not feel my feet hitting the ground, nor notice anyone around me. I just walked. The smell of the place was intoxicating. It reminded me of insulin or disinfectant spray. I entered her room; it was dark. The sound of beeping machines echoed in my ears. I walked to her bed. She was sleeping soundly. Her body was frail and looked as if she was bone covered with skin. She was weak and tired.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw is a play that shows a great change in the character Eliza Doolittle. As Eliza lives in poverty, she sells flowers to earn her living. Eliza does not have an education. This shows through the way that she does not have the most proper way of speaking. This happens through when Eliza is speaking to the other characters when she meets then when she is still at a low level of poverty in her life. To understand the reasons Eliza is able to change and be changed into an almost Cinderella like character. With Eliza going from and growing and changing through the hardship she faces. In the play Eliza begins with no confidence and works towards having a way to reach trough from learning during her life experiences. Learning through the other characters Eliza meets through out the play. Eliza grows stronger and shows how she is able to change her ways one can understand how she is able to change and makes these changes by seeing her through poverty, how she is interacting with the other characters in the play, and through the things she learns from the options that are provided to her. Eliza’s beginning education skills of learning to speak clearly through learning diction, etiquette, and looking proper for society. In addition, from how Eliza feels rich when she has money from the broken flowers and when she is able to be riding in the taxi, her ideas showing her strong will her insistence on marrying Freddy. Both Eliza and Cinderella grow up in poverty, have a stepmother figure, have a fairy godmother figure, arrive at the ball, show confidence, and married. By comparing and contrasting Eliza to Cinderella, we can better understand why and how Eliza changes.