I have always been a puppet, you can call me that, Puppet. Never in my life have I learned to walk without strings being controlled by the evil puppet masters. I live in a regular world despite being unable to control myself, my eyes are human and bright, I look human and see the world like many others do. Every action I make is just a mimic of all the puppet masters controlling me. At least that is how I see it. I am my own villain, because when you have spent an entire life in a wooden marionette body only to be tossed in the trash and forgotten due to your own actions, it makes it hard to see yourself as a hero. Why should a worn down puppet with no one holding the strings have any motivation to work in some class when she cannot even move …show more content…
Tons of people, all controlling my villain, my new puppet master. My puppet master has tons of her own puppet masters, telling her exactly what to do and say to me. They all thought it was funny when I wanted to die. They all hated me. At that moment everything crumbled, I hear a symphony of out of tune voices all telling me everything I never wanted to know. That was enough. I took the sharpest thing I could find, I needle, and I broke all the strings with it, it took a long while but it eventually worked. Then I shoved the needle in my arm hoping for the worst and yet I woke up hours later still lying on the floor. All the severed strings that used to carry me and hold me up all tied so tightly around me it was suffocating, I could not get them off, but at least no one was controlling them. I had no one, no one wants to deal with puppets, they are too useless, too dumb, too stubborn, to rude. It all circulated in my head for months. I could never focus because all I knew is that I was so close to smashing my wooden doll body to pieces and the world did not care. It is all I thought about, not English, nor whatever assignment about Canadian history or feminism. I could not …show more content…
I tried, it felt as if my leg should move when I tried to bend it but it would not move. After 45 minutes I tried once again, I could move a toe. I gradually got enough strength to call in my absence for the day. I did not eat all day, nor did I sit up or do anything. The strings had finally gotten too tight, my mind could not handle it alone any more, my body took some of the struggle too. In the silence of an entire day without motion I had too much time to think, and think, and think. I was tired of being my own villain. It was time for me to be my own damn hero if it kills me. I mustered all the strength I had and I screamed and cried and ripped off all those horrible strings until there were none left. I could move
Throughout history dictators such as Hitler, Mussolini and Kim Jong-Iland have used fear to manipulate thousands, if not millions, of people. Anthem by Ayn Rand explores a dystopian world where man is completely controlled. He complies to every order and demand without hesitation and is wholly satisfied with the way life is because it is all he knows. It is said to fully dominate a man, dictators must not only enslave his body but also destroy his mind. The manipulation in Anthem is far past fear alone; the leaders in Anthem also strip individuals of their identities, turn people into “robots” and leave the population naïve.
This archetype shows the monster for who he really is: a monster. This quote shows the villain archetype because, being the monster that he is, he kills every person Victor Frankenstein ever loved. Being the evil villain, his goal is to destroy Victor’s journey, which he successfully does.
First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.
It burned down your cheeks, bubbling and you could feel the boils on the flesh popping, a mixture of puss and blood. Stop. Stop crying, you kept telling yourself but it was of no use. You were a small insignificant bug to them and that’s what you continued to tell yourself. The two headed creature turned back to the stove and you took it as an opportunity to escape. Your insides were burning from the acid and when you opened the door to your room, fifty or so small, colorful demons seem to rule the realm; a bunch were using your bed as a trampoline, others messing with your radio, they flew around the room cackling at each other, you saw another pee on your math book as it eyed you suspiciously.
Having to read Macbeth, a play made by the famous writer Shakespeare, made me have a glimpse of what Shakespeare was all about. It took me a while to fully understand this whole play. The reason being, that I didn’t start by reading the play but watching it. The video made the story seem dull, even lifeless. I didn’t get into the play until Banquo’s ghost comes and visits Macbeth. I found that part every interesting, it captivated my interest. After that scene I briefly went through all the other scenes. I was very much in astonished when I read that lady Macbeth was the criminal master mind in all this. While still being in shock I realize that the real criminal master minds were four characters in the whole play. That would be Lady Macbeth and the three witches. Without these characters we wouldn’t have so many slaughters. The play is about a huge tragic that was caused by human ambition. Macbeth is the main character; he’s the general in the army of the King Duncan, originally Thane of Glamis.
As time passed, the more they teased me the more cold my heart got, fired started to grow in my veins, and blue flames formed in the gleam of my eyes. Then suddenly I snapped. My hands and feet were suddenly swinging in the air and hitting flesh, rocks were flying through the air, but as I grasped a stick a hand was on my shoulder and the devil inside me disappeared. It was a teacher.
This place was terrible. They took our clothes away, forced hundreds of us into tightly packed rooms, literally stacked on top of one another like a can of sardines. I was missing you all so much and needed you at the time for comfort. I could not stand it anymore as we rocked back and forth, weeping and angry. As I was bleeding terribly, I forced myself to unlock my hands from the chain. At that point I didn’t care how much pain I was in, all I wanted to do was escape. When I finally did escape and free the others, this raging power came upon me to takeover the ship. The others and I killed all but two of the Spanish on the ship. It felt good to let out all the anger that was built up inside of me and I felt accomplished and powerful.
Stop!” I yelled in my dream like state. I became paralyzed, I couldn’t lift my head or move my legs to save me from this horror. I was being held down against my will. All of a sudden, Destiny popped into my head. Whatever this malevolent creature was, he knew how Destiny disappeared. I could move my body, and the mumbling stopped. I sat straight up and looked over to my gray chair in the corner of my room.
My day was going well. I devoured a big breakfast, my brother, for once, got out of the shower quick, and no major assignment was pending. Life was very, very good. Then life began to fall into oblivion. I saw on the board in the front of Mrs. Smith's room the journal entry for the day. It was about what would I write about in a narrative essay. Hope faded away. Somewhere on the planet a nuclear bomb went. An earthquake struck in some unknown place on the Earth. A volcano erupted on Jupiter's moon Io and killed a bunch of Ionians. Somebody's red rose just wilted and the petals fell onto the ground. The end of the world was indeed upon us. My jaw dropped and warning bells went off in my head. I went completely and utterly blank. I tried as hard as I could to write my journal. Channel One came on and talked about a nuclear bomb going off in India that caused an earthquake that somehow caused a volcano to erupt on Io (that killed a bunch of aliens). My jaw dropped once again. It was now the floor. As I was finishing my journal, Mrs. Smith went to the front of the room and talked about, du du du, narrative papers. She gave us a cold, white study guide that gave me no hope for survival. She then gave us another evil sheet of pap...
Time slowed. Men surrounded our bed and glared down at us. There was a collective breath. Then they reached for us. I tried to fight, but it only loosened my hold on Phibe, and she was ripped out of my arms like a doll from a child. My screams were probably heard all the way across the sea, in the old English town that I’d left for a better life. Phibe reached for me, her screams matching my own, but the man that held her snatched her arm back. There was a stomach-churning crack. Phibe screamed until her voice
The Puppet Master makes a solid argument against the government because he is supporting a cause he believes in. In the book, the Puppet Master gives his reason for strapping Sarah to a bomb. In Petry’s novel the codebreaker, The Puppet master reveals that he hates Secretary of defense Rutledge, Sarah’s father. An operation nicknamed Shellhell went very wrong, but Rutledge manipulated the media into believing the operation was a success. It was later revealed that the Puppet Master’s brother was killed during the operation. This is a very good reason for hating someone. The Puppet Master, in some cases, would be considered a hero for trying to
Commonly, a hero is considered as a representative of morality, justice and power. Also, people have various ways to evaluate their own heroes. Especially children, as they grow up, are more likely to create their heroes who are usually brave, strong, righteous and indestructible. However, villains are the opposite side of heroes, and they are evil, demoniacal and cruel. Some of those heroes would easily turn into villains when they are trying to get revenge because their hearts are filled with hatred. The play Hamlet by Shakespeare tells the tragic story of a prince avenging the death of his father. In the play, the main character Hamlet changes from a hero into a villain through his immoral and repellant actions.
Nemesis is defined as being a deserved fate; just punishment for wrong-doing. Nemesis plays a tremendous role in Hamlet. The majority of characters in the tragedy of Hamlet deserved what happened to them in the end. Nemesis and its role in Hamlet create ironic endings for the characters of this tragedy.
My mind was filled with these high expectations from my teachers and other adults in my life. I thought it was going to be a new obstacle for me to face, but this time I had experience on my side. I was told that I had to train to take these challenges, that I had to use my time outside of school to pass, and that I had to depend on myself and not the teachers. I stood on my guard for this dragon to appear, but the slithery reptile never came to duel me. The dragon approached my other classmates, and I would witness the results of their battle the following day, but I was protected somehow. Why? I was disappointed. Here I was in the last stages before I entered adulthood, but it was just identical to eighth grade but with more foreign combatants and assignments.
Claudius is a villain because of his enormous greed, his overwhelming selfishness and his use of intelligence for evil purposes.