What do you think about stealing? Is it good? Is it bad? Honestly, I would say it's bad because you never know what the consequences are, do you? I stole something once, something I could never return… It was a bright, sunny day in King's Lynn. Me and my girlfriend, Phoebe, were walking home from town. The cool breeze from the river brought some relief. We had just been shopping and, as usual, I was piled high with bags of Phoebe's new clothes. I have no idea where she gets the money from! After all, she is only an English teacher at a shoddy little school on the outskirts of Lynn. I don't know why she stays there, she is too good for the students there. But, she enjoys shopping, she finds it very therapeutic, and I enjoy being with her. …show more content…
She was wearing a black polka dot blouse with a teal cardigan and a grey pencil skirt and black gloss stilettos. All of this was set off by a diamond necklace that I had brought her for Christmas. Her white nails glittered in the sunlight. She looked like a movie star; perfect teeth, smooth complexion and a small silver handbag that hung loosely from her shoulder, bouncing on her hips every time she moved. I, on the other hand, looked like a model for a charity shop. A creased pale blue blue shirt, waistcoat (one size to big) and black skinny jeans ripped at the knee with braces hanging off. I don't dress for style, I dress for comfort. But not that you could see that under the countless Primark bags. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, our apartment block loomed over us. An ugly, grey lump of concrete and glass placed in the centre of Lynn with views of the endless traffic, belching black smoke into the crisp air, and the dull, lifeless river. It wasn't the best place to live but the rent was cheap and we're close to the town. Unfortunately, to get to our apartment we have to climb up three flights of steps before we reach our “luxury” apartment. I start clambering up and Phoebe
The author illustrates the “dim, rundown apartment complex,” she walks in, hand and hand with her girlfriend. Using the terms “dim,” and “rundown” portrays the apartment complex as an unsafe, unclean environment; such an environment augments the violence the author anticipates. Continuing to develop a perilous backdrop for the narrative, the author describes the night sky “as the perfect glow that surrounded [them] moments before faded into dark blues and blacks, silently watching.” Descriptions of the dark, watching sky expand upon the eerie setting of the apartment complex by using personification to give the sky a looming, ominous quality. Such a foreboding sky, as well as the dingy apartment complex portrayed by the author, amplify the narrator’s fear of violence due to her sexuality and drive her terror throughout the climax of the
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
“Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.” It’s the most unfortunate and inconvenient rule in the book, triggering paralysis while the other players are free to use their $200 to taunt you while “just visiting” you in the slammer.
On 3-31-2017 at about 0730 hrs I was westbound on Auburn Way S at the intersections with Dogwood ST SE, when I was alerted via my automatic license plate reader system to a possible stolen vehicle. The system altered to WA/BAW3136, which was stopped at the intersection facing eastbound on Auburn Way S. I advised dispatch of the plate and my location and dispatch confirmed that the vehicle was reported stolen through Olympia PD OCA 2017-01777. I turned my fully marked patrol vehicle around and followed the stolen vehicle as it went north on Dogwood ST SE. After following the vehicle for a short time, I stopped the vehicle at 3035 17th ST SE, which out incident. Other Auburn PD Patrol units arrived in the area and a "high risk" stop was done on the
The setting of the neighborhood is described not only as boring, but also as dark, as almost foreboding. In winter, the neighborhood consisted of "dark muddy lanes behind the houses", "dark dripping gardens" and "dark odourous stables", where even the street lamps were feeble (Joyce 396).
but I remembered her tiny loft back in Brooklyn that I had visited once or twice when I was younger. The door creaked open and revealed hardwood floors and exposed brick walls that made me strangely nostalgic for industrial living spaces. Our home in Edinburgh was far more traditional than this small two bedroom modernised apartment. I dumped my rucksack onto the bed in the spare room that Allison had made up for me before she left and decided to explore the apartment - not that there was a lot to
EXPLORE THE CONTRAST BETWEEN WINDY CORNER AND MRS VYSE’S ‘WELL APPOINTED FLAT.’ HOW DOES OUR KNOWLEDGE OF THESE ENVIRONMENTS PREPARE US FOR THE CONFLICT IN THE NOVEL.
Joyce's description of North Richmond Street evokes images of a vacuous, joyless, and stagnant environment. The house in which the young boy lives seems equally cold and gray. The narrator's description depicts a close and stifling environment: "Air, musty from having long been enclosed, hung in all the rooms, and the waste room behind the kitchen was littered with old and useless papers." (38) Another passage speaks of, "The high cold empty gloomy rooms" in the upper part of the house, and evokes a picture of a gloomy and repressed existence.
The first words of this section; ‘Unreal City’ convey perfectly the sense of awe and even dread with which Eliot views London life. There is something incredibly intense and surreal about this opening, which leads fittingly on to images of hell, war and dissatisfaction.
First of all, it is against both the civic and natural law. In civic law, theft is a criminal offense that goes against the set of laws that the citizens of the nation have agreed to live by in a democracy. Although it may be self-evident, in natural law it is wrong to steal because it disturbs personal and community relations. In this sense, stealing is not just wrong; it is against custom, statutory law and divine command. Stealing is against custom because through tradition it has been taught from parent to child as wrongdoing. With regard to divine command, in Catholicism, for example, theft is against the Ten Commandments. While an individual may not always get caught when they steal, it should be obvious enough that if there is a law and possible long-term punishment at stake, one should not risk it all just to steal. It is justifiable to punish someone who steals because they are in essence going against Locke’s principle by taking property that does not belong to them without compensation, and of course going against the civic law. The Social Contract also supports this argument, which is defined as “the mutual transferring of right” in which one gives up some individual liberty in exchange for some common security (Locke). Under the Social Contract everyone gives up the right to steal: I give up my natural right to steal because you
From a merely legal perspective, theft is crime that is punishable because it is a criminal offense and is against the civic and natural law. From a moral perspective, Aristotle and Locke would both argue stealing is not permissible because it is not generous, virtuous or good. A thief is driven to provide for himself from other sources, which
It had burned down almost a year ago after an act of arson from some local boys. As the broken glass crunched beneath her tattered, old converse shoes, the sound echoing through the vacant halls, as she looked around at the halls she used to wander with other students, usually a clear example of a bustling society within a small area. She thought of how she was still not missing it, but knew she would be as soon as she moved across the state. It’s something she always dreaded thinking of, having to try
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.
Her eyes shined like a glossy pearl just washing on a shore of black sand with the warm rays of the sun shining down on it. Lips of bright cherry red went well with the tight black dress she was wearing. The light hit her just right so you could see every luscious curve of her body. She smelled like an ocean breeze coming in to the shore. Just try to imagine the perfect most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life and times that by ten fold. Absolute perfection on high heals.