I register the shock on her face and can tell that she recognizes me. “AKIRA??” Her voice still has the resemblance of a tinkling bell. “AKIRA? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” My friend is about to die and it’s all my fault. “AKIRA!!! PLEASE.” I stop. Orabelle relaxes. “Now,” she says with a sudden calmness. “Let's take care of unfinished business.” She raises her gun and fires rapidly. I’m barely quick enough to dodge the bullets. Orabelle starts hollering for the military soldiers. Olivine has escaped with Onyx and the boy over the wall. Now I’m all alone with government soldiers surrounding me. Out of nowhere one of them grabs my wrists. His grip is too strong. The soldier drags me into the cells. I had heard about them before and they were everything
After opening the front door all fell silent. The reality of where I was about to go washed over me, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely terrified. You couldn't only see, but feel, the demeanor of the “veterans” change as well. After a loud buzz the first cold, heavy door unlocked so we could begin our journey to the community room where the girls were waiting for us. As we approached every new door down the countless hallways the cameras were watching us and we’d hear a “buzz”. We finally reached the last door, took a deep breath and heard
“Come on you assholes,” He shouts, opening fire by way of a silent pulse, the result is mind boggling every living cell in their nervous system is shut down and four soldiers lay on the ground dead. More headlights are coming up the road. “You have to be kidding me,” he speaks softly as a brilliant spotlight strikes his face.
“Nazis!” Yossi said, as he was being tackled by a Nazi soldier. The Nazi soldier tackles Yossi and put a hand over his mouth. He was jumped by the soldier and was stolen of his money, clothes, and dignity. Yossi shed a tear as the soldier puts Yossi’s hand behind his back. Nothing but fear went through his mind, thinking about his life, and everything he has ever accomplished
Tien Minh and I walked for a while and talked about different things until we heard a loud sound and people screaming in the distance. As we stood there, I wondered who those screams came from. Was it my mother? The other women and children working in the rice field? Out of fear, I ran back toward the village leaving Tien Minh behind. Once I neared the village, I noticed it was completely destroyed by some sort of explosion. The huts were no longer standing but rather deracinated from the ground below them and some villagers laid unconscious, or dead, while others huddled together in disbelief. Suddenly, another explosion occurred only a short distance away from me. I fell to the ground. My ears were ringing from the sound of what I then realized was a bomb. When I regained my senses, I saw that the villagers were running past me in a frantic fashion. Out of panic, I tried to run, but my entire body was covered in a thick, sticky substance that caused my skin to burn profusely. Because I couldn’t endure the pain, I stripped off my cotton shorts and tank top and began running. Fear and panic caused me to run faster, fast enough to where I caught up to Tien Minh who was a short distance ahead of me. As I ran, I thought of the change of clothes I wished I had. Then I thought of my mother. I told her I’d be back, but I wasn’t sure that I
A French sergeant of the United Nations Protection Force gets engaged in the struggle to assist three entangled soldiers, ignoring negative initial orders of the high command. The Force s’ aim in Bosnia is to protect the humanitarian aid convoys, to keep neutrality and perform the role of the bystander. Fortunately an English reporter appears on the scene, brings media leverage to bear that motivates the United Nations high command to spring to action for protecting the lives of the soldiers. Clash between the tense and exhausted Ciki (the Bosnian) and Nino (the Bosnian Serb) slowly rises even after being salvaged. Ultimately, Ciki fires at Nino and by retaliation are avenged by a Peacekeeper.
Billy Thompson and Sam Westfield were similar in many ways. Since a young age they both has excelled at sports and both loved more then anything, the sport of football. While growing up, the boys did not know each other and probably thought they would never have too. But all of that changed with the diagnosis.
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
His wildly varying moods of excitement, joy, and remorse tell us that he is only human after all. When he hears the enemy approach, “his heart beat faster (2),” readying himself for the kill. He feels excited as he aims his pistol in the pitch of battle: “His hand trembled with eagerness (2).” And when he shoots the other sniper, he “uttered a cry of joy (2)”. Not until he kills his enemy does the sniper feel a sense of regret: “The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on his forehead (2).” The sight of his enemy’s lifeless body gave him a sickening feeling: “His teeth chattered, he began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody (2)”. However, this sentiment is quickly replaced by his curiosity to look at his victim’s corpse. O’ Flaherty uses these descriptions to emphasize the sniper’s conflicting beliefs about war. There is no question on his mind that he has to do what he has to do, but succeeding events forces him to doubt the validity of his actions. This shows how the soldiers in the story are merely pawns of powerful forces, caught up in a situation where one must kill or be
After shooting the old woman and not showing any remorse, he placed iodine on his bullet wound as “a paroxysm of pain swept through him” (1). The contrast between his ability to feel physical pain and not emotional pain clearly shows off how numbed his moral senses were because of the war. Secondly, when the sniper threw his revolver on to the ground in frustration of the war and it accidentally discharged close to his head, “he was frightened back to his senses” (2). This perspective into his thoughts about war and himself enhances the author’s portrayal of how devoid of humanity he became in order to survive. Finally, the lack of names throughout the entire story added to the dehumanizing tone: “...the sniper… the enemy… his brother’s...” (1). Not having names for any of the characters was intentional because it reflected the sniper’s point of view when he saw the other characters. Also, not having a name emphasized how these characters were merely one of many being controlled by people more important than them, a common occurrence in warfare. Even by the dramatic ending, his brother, a member of his own family, remained nameless which represented an extreme situation of war, when brother is turned on
Nothing could be worst than your dad bringing up "THE CONVERSATION." Starting at age 5 I loved playing soccer,running up and down the field, making moves and kicking balls to the back of the net was always the way to go. Soccer meant the world to me and especially playing with my best friends since the day I started. My days would go something like this, go to school,get home,do homework then get ready and go to a beautiful fun day at soccer!After soccer I would go home sit on the couch and eat.I was a lazy one. That's why I hoped my dad would never ever bring up this conversation.... But he did anyways.
Do you have a interesting story about something that has happened to you? Well, I sure have one. This event may be enjoyable for you, but it definitely was not for me! This event is the most scary thing that has happened to me. I never thought this scary incident would give me a good lesson.
This war-torn land shows nothing but death and the dying. The ground is muddy from the rain, it’s dank and sodden. Up above the trench line is barbed wire and … nothing else. No birds, no animals … no people. A few dead bodies of the brave men going to assassinate the enemy by night fall, but stopped dead in their tracks, they got picked off by the sharpshooters. No! No one ever makes it! Never! There is a constant sound of gun blasts and the sound of explosions from the grenades. The dark is lit up by the flashes of the guns against the silver clouded sky. Nobody dares to look up for more than a few seconds otherwise they will be taken out.
One day a little girl who lived in the Lehigh valley her whole life found out some news that was going to change her life forever, I was that little girl. It was the summer of 2011 and I was at Brookside Country Club a place that I spent most of my summer. I was eating dinner with my family after a long day of swimming with my friends. We had just ordered dessert and my dad told my brother and I to go in the parking lot and wait for him because he had something to tell us. At this moment I was scared I thought to myself oh no someone in my family had passed away. My dad came outside smiling so I soon realized it wasn’t something sad. I look at my older brother hoping his facial expression would help me come up with how I should be acting.
The journey of life follows a predetermined pattern; we evolve from needing influence and guidance to finally reaching that point where our lives are up to us. I consider myself very lucky up to this point in my journey. Some people become sidetracked and wind up on a far different course than initially planned, but the detours I made have only assisted in embellishing the individual instead of devouring it.