The entire town was gathered in front of our town hall surrounding the raised wooden platform that had one long wooden pole, where three ropes hung above each rebel. I watched from the sidelines next to my father, the Lieutenant General, searching for the familiar face I have come to know so well, my Daemon. It was six months ago when I was taken from the shelter of my home. “Mary! Mary!” I hear my longtime friend, Katherine, getting closer to the door. “Katherine, what are you yelling about? You need to be quiet, Matt and Joseph are sleeping and what are you-.” She doesn’t answer me just frantically pulls on the long sleeve of the prairie dress women are required to wear. “Please you must hurry, I found an injured man in the forest on the way over here.” Katherine looks at me frantically yanking me out of the doorway, with a worried glance over my shoulder I give in to her relentless tugging and run after her into the forest behind my house. Looking around the dense forest I see no injured man, the forest seems devoid of life with its silence, not even the birds are singing. The quiet brings an unsettling feeling in my gut. “Katherine?” I turn around to see her looking at me with pity in her eyes, “I’m sorry, but this is has to be done.” I turn around to run, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest, when my soft green eyes meet deep hazel eyes before a sharp pain rips through my head and the world goes black. Slowly I crack open my eyes before closing them quickly, groaning at the bright lights above me. My head pounding begging for relief, ‘why does my head hurt so much?’ I frantically try to remember what happened while reaching to rub my head pulling back when I touch a soft spot on my head with a hiss. ‘Katherine…... ... middle of paper ... ...d form on the ground I barely feel a rough hand lacing through mine pulling me away from my father’s dead body, the screaming, and shots being fired all around. Grabbing a car from the streets we leave behind everything in the small town that was keeping me captive. Grabbing my hand Daemon brings me out of my thoughts, “You are free again Mary, I promise you I won’t ever leave you again.” I got my wish, I had my freedom, I had my Daemon and dreams once again. Feeling his rough hand circling mine I knew what I had to do. ‘This isn’t over, just the beginning. There are other girls out there who don’t know what freedom tastes like. With Daemon by my side we will help the innocent taste freedom as I have, and feel the unsurmountable joy I feel now.’ Holding onto Daemons hand like a lifeline watching the mountains pass and the sky turning red as fire I feel truly free.
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
This book is about a slave with a half-white mother and a white father. He was born in North Carolina and missed death in the first few days of his life. His mother’s mistress wanted to kill him because he was the son of his mother’s slave master. She went to his mother’s room at night with a knife but his Grandmother saved his life. Not to long after that he and his mother were sold.
A Declaration of Independence from Independence I declare independence, from independence. Independence has many problems for people throughout the years. I dislike continuously having independence, it has been a source of huge stress in my life. We all wanted our independence from an oppressive tyrant, but we don’t like the stress that comes with it.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
Acts of racism began riots in Los Angeles in 1994, having 60 people killed and more than 2300 injured, spending more than one billion dollars in repairs. This film, Freedom Writers, was directed by Richard LaGravenese, released at 2007. By using specific ideas, attitudes are promoted about the world through the audience’s perspective. In the film we are shown anti-violence and anti-gang in the classroom which they overcome adversity even though they are experiencing inequality of education. Through the ideas of the film we promote attitudes of jubilance to the students and teacher, but also a sense of peace between them aside their race.
I could barely keep myself from jumping out of my chair. I listened intently, noticing the pronunciation of each word as it danced out of my father’s mouth. “It was pitch black. I was only a year or two older than you, you know. And the forest… the forest was so dark. As we paddled through the water toward the floating black mass of the island, it became hard for me to tell where the water ended and the treeline began.” I felt my heart beating deep inside my chest and fought the urge to leap up and scream with excitement and fear.
In this critic, I will be analyzing and comparing two books. The first book is “A question of Freedom a Memoir of Learning, Survival, and Coming of Age in Prison” by R. Dwayne Betts. The second book is “Newjack: Guarding Sing Sing” by Ted Conover. In this comparison will first give a short summarization of both books. Second I will be answering the fallowing questions, what prisons are discussed? What types of prisoners are there- age, race, sex, level of crime? How current is the information? What are the conditions of the prisons? How are the prisoners treated? How are the guards and their viewpoints represented? How are the prisoners and their viewpoints represented? What forms of rehabilitation are there? What are the social relationships with other inmates? What opportunities are available to occupy prisoners? What point of view is the author taking – critical, Positive, does she/he write from the viewpoint of a guard, a prisoner? What evidence is/are the author’s points based on and how is the evidence presented - for example, first hand observations, Statistics? Also what changes, if any, are proposed or discussed by the author? How does the information in this book compare with what you’ve read in the text and articles and what you have observed on a class trip? Lastly what is your opinion of the information and viewpoint expressed in the book?
" He is coming into her yard and he is coming for her best thing.. And if she thinks anything, it is no" (Morrison 262). The thirty community women whom Sethe was running toward stop her and Beloved neglected on the porch by herself disappears. "Sethe is running away from her, running, and she feels the emptiness in the hand Sethe has been holding.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
This may also indicate how time continues to progress despite the unhealed psychological wounds. Repetition of the motif “shadowy darkness” was to apprise readers of upcoming imperilment and emphasise the prominence of Mary’s vulnerability and her meagreness of security as she was solitary at night-time whilst characterising her as a potential victim. Furthermore, the concept of ‘coming home’ was explored throughout this story and is a central, dominating theme. This was evident through the title and constant reiteration of this phrase.
Those blocks (block, block, block) in just plain gray (gray, gray, gray): the perfect surroundings to leave one's mind blank... or insane.
A theme that identifies both of these passages are freedom, i chose freedom because i'm both of the passages the main character gets out of something whether it's a cage or school. In the passage of "Boys Life" the main character gets out of his school in the beginning of the summer. In the passage of " Emancipation: A Life Fable" the newborn animal get out of his cage when he woke up from his slumber and was curious what was beyond the world in his cage, earlier in this passage he saw lights and i believe that the lights made him want to get out of his cage more eagerly.
Panic started to fill her thoughts as her body started to give in to the tiredness. She stopped abruptly as the path vanished into thin air leaving her abandoned in the middle of the eerie forest with its grey shadows reaching out around her. The path was gone and she stood on the edge of what appeared to be a large drop into the unknown with no easy way down, the noise of breaking twigs continued to get louder, whatever it was that was following her was getting closer. With her heart racing and no time to think clearly Ashley made the decision to
Her spry, Timberland-clad foot planted itself upon a jagged boulder, motionless, until her calf muscles tightened and catapulted her small frame into the next stride. Then Sara's dance continued, her feet playing effortlessly with the difficult terrain. As her foot lifted from the ground, compressed mint-colored lichen would spring back into position, only to be crushed by my immense boot, struggling to step where hers had been. My eyes fixated on the forest floor, as fallen trees, swollen roots, and unsteady rocks posed constant threats for my exhausted body. Without glancing up I knew what was ahead: the same dense, impenetrable green that had surrounded us for hours. My throat prickled with unfathomable thirst, as my long-empty Nalgene bottle slapped mockingly at my side. Gnarled branches snared at my clothes and tore at my hair, and I blindly hurled myself after Sara. The portage had become a battle, and the ominously darkening sky raised the potential for casualties. Gritting my teeth with gumption, I refused to stop; I would march on until I could no longer stand.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.