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The large muscular man yanked Liam out the door to the alley. The bartender told them to take it outside, but when someone twice your size and strength drags you to the alley way, you know it won't end well. The man looked as if he rode a motorcycle. black leather pants and jacket completed by steel toed boots with zinc studs to sell the look. The man himself looked as if he had a body made of steel that was simply covered by dark olive skin and a layer of stubble over his scalp, cheeks, and chin. His eyes seemed to be black with no iris, just a large pupil that could give you a death glare to make you wish you were actually dead. He was atleased 6’3 and looked like a giant standing next to Liams 5’10. The man pealed the jacket from his body to reveal arms bulked with muscle, covered in colors beyond imaginations. A tight muscle shirt showed Liam what he was up against. Oh how Liam wished to go back to the little condo on the edge of the city to whimper. He was in for a beating. The switchblade in his pants pocket gave him little reassurance. If he pulled the blade, the man would pro...
Two men who fight over a jackknife in "Enemies", a chapter in Tim O'Brien's work, The Things They Carried. A cultural studies approach to "Enemies" allows the reader to look much deeper into the meaning of the events that unfold in "Enemies". The fight over the knife could very well reflect the events occurring in society during that time.
Early in the morning, twenty four years ago on the twelvth day in the month of July, a baby boy was born at St. Mary's hospital in Athens, Georgia. The Pollock household of three had grown by one. Jennifer, the new boy's three year old sister, had already named him. The new boy was to be called Jody Lamon Pollock. Jody was the name she picked, and Lamon was the mother's father's name. So this is how I came to be Mr. Jody Lamon Pollock.
When Flannery O’Connor wrote this story, she was less than twenty-two years old and worked at the Writers’ Workshop of the University of Iowa. Maybe it’s because Flannery O’Connor’s works were famous for violence writing. Racial discrimination words repeat to appear over and over times. Probably, it doesn’t matter during that time in 1950s if we looked back to that old time. As a southern writer, her work style is completely different from others and heavily relied on grotesque characters and regional settings. Especially in his short story “The barber”.
In the short story "The Story of an Hour", Kate Chopin describes an hour of a woman, a new widow seems to be who incidentally recognizes a new free life and enjoys it just in a short moment; one hour right after getting a news of her husbands death in an accident. She has everything and nothing all in the same moment "an hour."
In “The Truth about Stories”, Thomas King, demonstrate connection between the Native storytelling and the authentic world. He examines various themes in the stories such as; oppression, racism, identity and discrimination. He uses the creational stories and implies in to the world today and points out the racism and identity issues the Native people went through and are going through. The surroundings shape individuals’ life and a story plays vital roles. How one tells a story has huge impact on the listeners and readers. King uses sarcastic tone as he tells the current stories of Native people and his experiences. He points out to the events and incidents such as the government apologizing for the colonialism, however, words remains as they are and are not exchanged for actions. King continuously alerts the reader about taking actions towards change as people tend to be ignorant of what is going around them. At the end people give a simple reason that they were not aware of it. Thus, the author constantly reminds the readers that now they are aware of the issue so they do not have any reason to be ignorant.
In the Story of An Hour, Mrs. Mallard seemed to me like an old misunderstood woman and as we are told in the very first line, afflicted with a heart trouble. I was surprised later, when it said that she was young. I think that Chopin is showing us a social situation of the times with the woman as a prisoner of her husband. Marriage was not always about mutual love between two people and during that time Chopin was writing, which was during 1804-1904, this was often the case. Marriage was as much about monetary comfort, social status as it was about possible love. There are no children mentioned in the story, which makes me wonder if there was a sexual relationship between the Mallards.
Tragedy is a part of life regardless of who the individual is. How people cope with these tragedies varies from person to person. One thing we all have in common is the commonly used phrase “Never Forget.” Tragedy tends to define people and the memory of those people and their stories live on. The way people never forget these tragedies is through communication and telling their stories. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer, explores the many ways that different people live with tragedy in their own lives and the way they tell their stories to other people. The book follows three main characters: Oskar Schell who is a funny nine year old boy who lost his father in the 9/11 terrorist attacks; his Grandmother who lost her family in the firebombings in Germany and her son in the 9/11 attacks; and his Grandfather, Thomas Schell, Sr., who lost the woman he loved during her pregnancy. Throughout the story Oskar meets many people who are also coping and as they communicate and connect, Oskar is able to cope with his own loss. Foer touches base on many ways to cope with tragedy but really dives into how the stories live on through other people as the stories spread. This novel really explains the importance of communication to keep memories alive to help the characters cope. No matter how people copes with their tragedies, there is always a story to tell.
In the story of an hour, Kate Chopin’s focal point is on an American woman’s dramatic hour of awakening. Mrs. Millard lives a psychologically lethargic life because of the social situation during the nineteenth century. Josephine knows that her sister suffers from a heart condition so when Mr. Millard’s friend tells her about the news, Josephine breaks the news to her sister in “broken sentences and “veiled hints” (688). When she hears the news of her husband she is obviously sad but feels a new sense of freedom. Alone in her room, Louise begins a transformation that empowers her with a “clear and exalted perception” (689). She soon finds out her husband was not near the accident when he arrives home. Spotting her husband alive kills Louise. The doctor claims that she died of the joy of seeing her husband but in reality she died because her joy was stripped away.
The cloth fell away. I could feel my wings starting to rise, aching from the constant restraint. The man was angry by my reaction. “You have a gift you hide. All I did was remove your comfort. Stretch through the pain. It will pass and your mind will turn to the next pain, a new pain to stretch through.”
Thomas Builds-the-Fire entered his house filled with emotions. He had never cared what anybody thought of him, he knew he was different and would always be different. There was something inside of him that was bothering him. Maybe perhaps it was the fact that Victor finally apologized to him years later. He still did not understand why Victor beat him up that day or how Victor never spoke to him after they had shared so much as kids. He wondered if his life on the reservation would change after this trip. If Victor would share with the others how normal, funny and kind hearted Thomas really was. He was tired of being known as Thomas the story teller no one wanted to listen to. His stories where not just stories they were the truth, the truth that people were not ready to hear. Like when he told Victor his father’s heart was weak and wanted to leave him and his mother. Victor probably did not believe him but he was right. What people did not understand was that his stories were messages he had to deliver from the spirits and that is why he always retold the same stories. The messages had to be delivered but no one was listening. Victor was just not ready for that cruel truth. Thomas was finally beginning to understand why to some point he was rejected by his own people. He had hoped that their perspective would change and that Victor would own up to his word and listen to one more of his stories. He knew that the spirits would give him a story that would change the way everyone looked at him especially Victor.
Arthur Miller is the author to The Crucible; a play set in Massachusetts during the witch-hunts of the 1690s. The townspeople accused others of being witches they would later be tried and hanged. If they agreed to being a witch they were to be set free. One main character is John Proctor. Due to his high pride, when he was accused, he would not give up his own name and say that he was a witch. He is a true tragic hero because of one error in his life which he made led to his downfall.
In the short story, “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin, there is an apparent reflection of Chopin’s views on feminism and self-reliance. It is expressed greatly how repressive of a role marriage is on women and their lives.
The book that was chosen for this essay was The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. In order for this tale to be understood fully one would need to know that The Neverending Story is an actual book being read by a character. The character that is reading the book eventually enters the story and becomes the main character within it. Bastian a pale, fat kid that is picked on by other students from his school is the main character who reads and enters The Neverending Story. While Bastian is reading this tale he is introduced to the main character within the story and his name is Atreyu. He is little boy who looks to be at the age of ten and has blue-black hair. There are two settings in this story; the first one being inside of a school attic where Bastian is reading The Neverending Story and the second is when Bastian goes inside of the book where Fantastica lies. There are two major conflicts that are going on within the story. The primary conflict in the story is that Fantastica is being consumed by the nothing and will soon there will no longer be Fantastica if Atreyu cannot find a human to give the Childlike Empress a new name. The secondary struggle is that Bastian is given an amulet by the Childlike Empress that allows him to wish anything that he desires; but the cost of a wish is Bastian’s memory. Once he uses all of his memories than he is trapped inside of Fantastica forever. So to keep from being stuck; he must find his way out of the book.
Travers wandered around the room his shabby clothing (that was three sizes too big for him) was falling off his shoulder more and more with every step that he took. His crumpled up shirt with holes in was far from decent and his trousers that were once grey were black with filth. Travers was not a handsome man and had many distorting features: his ragged black hair filled with knots covered his pale forehead; his blue eyes had gone many weeks ago and in their place were red bloodshot ones; the bags under his eyes were those of an elderly woman. Sweat poured down his face and it was nothing to do with the heat of the room. Travers wiped his brow and slowly trod around the room. “He’s coming,” he thought. Shaking, Travers sat down onto the ancient settee. His fingers, which were extremely pale, could not stop shaking. His body hunched over as if he was protecting himself from pain and harm.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.