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Life had never been the same since the Diols had taken over. On the 2nd of May 2019, the Diols had emerged from the Earth, as if waking from their deep slumber. They swarmed all over the Earth, conquering country after country with their army of a billion and advanced weaponry, until they controlled the whole world. Everyone had to submit to the Diols, or face death.
The year is now 2073. My name is Bishop and the Diols employ me as a snitch. At first, I didn’t want to spy on people; morally it felt wrong. But the Diols threatened to kill my friends and family; which convinced me to do as they asked.
They sent me to stake out a convent full of nuns, suspicious and strange activates had been witnessed in and around the convent. The community
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I could see. I could see everything, the nuns were doing. Nothing seemed out of place as I continued to watch the nuns go about their business. No one acted suspicious, and no incidents occurred. I concluded that all the reports on the nuns were false. I was about to call it a day, and then suddenly, all of the nuns vanished from sight. I looked through my binoculars for any signs of life. Vanished, how, why, the convent was silent and empty.
Surprised, I got out of my car and headed down to the convent’s main entrance. I didn’t bother to knock. As I entered I drew my short sword, issued to me by the Diols department of weaponry. I brandished the blade, daring the emptiness of the building to challenge me.
As I searched the convent, it became clear that something was not right. The nun’s daily chores were left unfinished, the dinner table was half laid, the roast in the oven had burnt, vacuum cleaners and duster were lying on the floor. It was as if the nuns had evaporated, suddenly disappearing off the face of the
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I followed several conveniently placed signs that lead me straight to the room containing the super computer that controlled the entirety of the Neo Huns’ robotic Diol army. I scanned wearily around the room for guards. To my surprise the room was empty, the Neo Huns hadn’t thought to post guards anywhere in the factory. I sheathed my broad sword and approached the computer, intimidated by its power. I entered a few simple commands and brought up a live video feed of the robots being booted up riding out of the secret factory on horseback. Another camera showed the army ransacking the town, burning cars and looting buildings. People were running away from the robotic Diols as fast as they could, but the robotic horses chased them down
Rob Hansen does an incredible job of placing the reader in the priory for themselves and allowing them to see just what kind of life the sisters live. On Mariette’s first day, the women rise at five o’clock to a ritualized call and response, where Sister Hermance shouts, “In Jesus Christ, my sisters, let us rise!” and the sisters respond with, “His holy name be praised!” (Page 5). The women follow a rigorous and regular schedule for the rest of the day. Embedded in their lifestyle are a lot of rituals and intricate tasks, which have been almost completely legitimized by their repetition.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Although the Catholic Church kept nuns enclosed in convents in order to regulate their sexualities, Jeanne de Jussie’s writings highlight some of her own experiences with violence, in addition to offering examples of the stories that Catholics circulated (Crawford 87). In the chronicle, Jeanne de Jussie mentioned issues of domestic conflict incurred by the Reformation; many women were caught between their husband’s wrath and their Catholic faith (de Jussie 95). She also described some of the violence committed by heretics against Catholics; for example, before the heretics locked away the Lords of Bern in an inhumanely small cell, they “villainously grabbed him and pulled him from the pulpit and treated him harshly, so that he almost died there and then” (de Jussie 94). According to Jeanne de Jussie’s accounts, religious people from both sides of the conflict went to war with each other; she described that “good fathers went to battle with many other monks because it was for the religion but they did not bear arms” (de Jussie 79). Women and children also instigated Catholic violence against the heretics; “many of the women . . . carried rocks in their bodices to throw at the Lutherans. Along with the women there were at least seven hundred children between twelve and fifteen who were determined to do their duty with their mothers” (de
protagonist postulant Mariette Baptiste. Hansen’s challenges readers to explore beyond his descriptive narrative to find further meaning in the themes of suffering, power, and gender. Mariette Baptist represents a prideful, young woman who challenges and undercuts the Priory of The Sisters of The Crucifixion through her eccentric faith. Mariette’s piety generates discourse within the convent about the sincerity in her disposition for a religious life. The sisters are challenged to see Mariette’s faith as real and pure. Her religious practices involving self-inflicted penances disrupt the conventional ways of the priory. Furthermore, Mariette implores herself
Have you ever wondered how nuns in all the classic films always seemed so righteous? How they were always portrayed as a genuine devoted follower that would live without sin. Well Charles Busch’s play The Divine Sister directed by Kate Ingram, addresses that issue, as the nuns appear more human like and riddled with concealed identities. Kate Ingram is able to emphasize these with the script, aesthetic aspects, and the cooperation of the audience. With these human emotions being portrayed, the audience can connect and understand that everyone has some sort of secret that they are burdened with, and must eventually overcome.
My eyes follow the jet black hands on my watch that creep more and more nigh five past six. As the big hands of the clock pass the minutes go by that guarantee relief from agony. The more that time expires, the flowers begin to wither like the hope in my heart that Hester with arriving at the cathedral due to the notice is given by the letter. The wind howls and slams into the cathedral doors giving me false hope that the women of my dreams will be walking through the door. Bending at the waist, and praying to god Hester will come to greet me I feel a breeze hit the back of my neck and reawaken from my concentration in God. As I rise from the pew, I see small women walk through the doors with a black clock and a candle whose burning wax drips down the sides, casting light that guides the way to me. Thine figure in the black cloak hands me a letter and runs away without my response.
I remembered learning about the Order of the Forbidden in grade school. They were an organization created to execute the Charming’s. “Why does the Order of the Forbidden need me? I love the Charming’s,” I told Poe. “Everything is not what it seems, my dear,” he said. “What do you mean by that? What’s going on? Where are you taking me?” “Ah, we have arrived,” Poe said almost too quiet. Below me was an old, light blue building. When we landed on the ground worried looks and strange, yet familiar faces surrounded me. The entire area was silent. A woman in a long black rob was the first to speak. “Welcome, Cinderella. I’m sure you know why you’re here.” “No actually, I don’t,” I replied. She then proceeded to reach out her hand towards me. “Come with me,” she said, “all of your questions are about to be
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
Louisa’s feelings for her lover have disappeared throughout the years and when her lover returns to marry her, she feels very uncertain of the marriage. Similarly, many engagements are broken due to the fact that the feelings between couples fade after there is a distance between them, for years. Another example that relates to life is, “[i]n that length of time much had happened. Louisa's mother and brother had died, and she was all alone in the world” (Freeman p). When immigrants return to their country, many deaths have occurred in the time period of their absence and sometimes the deaths include their own relatives. To their misfortune, they never have a chance to say a last good bye. The story, A new England’s Nun is very similar to the lives of many people and in many cases the same.
Similar to Ambrosio who does not possess the characteristics of an effective abbot, Agnes does not have the traits to be a devoted nun. A nun who truly serves the Lord chooses that path out of genuine interest. It is clear from Agnes’ disinterest that her passion meanders outside of the convent. It is learned that since infancy Agnes has been expected to take the habit. Her aunt claims, “Donna Inesilla vowed, that if she [Agnes] recovered from her malady, the child then living in her bosom, if a girl, should be dedicated to St. Clare (134).” Agnes’ journey to the convent is carved from a multitude of poor intentions. First, all through her life it is ingrained in her mind that because of the curing of her physical ailment, it is necessary she join the convent. Similar to Ambrosio’s experience, a life predestined for the monastery is not guaranteed to be a successful one. The convent represents an awaiting payment and a consolation prize. Later, when the abbot discovers Agnes’ secret she admits, “I believed him [Raymond] forever lost to me, and threw myself into a convent from motives of despair” 70. The convent should be entered a first choice, not a backup plan. Agnes chooses the convent to run from her true desires— her love, Raymond. Agnes says, “Long before I took the veil, Raymond was the master of my heart: he inspired me with the purest, the most irreproachable passion” 70. Agnes’
In analyzing this story, there are several other interesting facts that merit further exploration. For instance, throughout the story all references to the little convent girl use black or dark references. But, when plunging to her death, the author describes the little convent girl as a "flutter of white petticoats, a show of white stockings". What is the significance of the sudden color change? Also, Since the reader must assume that the little convent girl is Catholic, what can be concluded about a proper catholic committing suicide?
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
The communal values evolve around religious events, having family honor and virginity. Even though the church’s betrayal is versatile, when the bishop arrives, it emphasizes the failure clearer. The people of the town, including the prie...
Among her minor things, the nun in the tale actions was cautious and splendid. Her manners were unique, and practiced with perfection. "Her table manners were admirable: she never let a morsel fall from her lips, nor wet her fingers too deeply in the sauce; daintily she carried a morsel to her lips, taking care that no drop should fall on her breast: she took much pleasure in proper etiquette." (133) The author makes us understand that her behavior with such perfection was not because she was obligated to act in this way.
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.