In the middle of the mammoth-sized ocean positioned a diminutive isle by the name of Jarca. A mere country whose economy is superb, but highly unknown by the rest of the world. Castles dominate the island, the origin of circa 1200s. The island of Jarca is, in any archaeologist’s words, a dreamer’s paradise. Sparkly wet cobwebs draped over the towering trees. A vast canopy of stars blanketed the heavens above called the skies. Drops of water showered the land as if it were sprinkles. Waves were splashing against sharp pointy rocks that seem almost chilling. However, on the night of September 28th, something happened that eclipsed the natural beauties. The gleaming eyes that seemed to be almost cat-like were awfully conspicuous and hard to miss. Yet, the Royal Guards of the Palace of Bloom appeared to be dim-witted enough to actually miss this woman. She prowled and roamed silently, like a cheetah aiming for its prey. Her long spider-like legs hit the pavement with such grace it was as silent as a feather stroking the ground. After diving into a bush swathed with roses of all colors, beeping emerged. A crackly voice soon followed. “Did you get her?” She dug into her pocket, angered by her foolish assistant’s nerve to actually call her while on a mission. What if she had been found and this island endorsed immediate execution? “Not yet. Do not call me until I press the button.” The radiant moonlight reflected on the burnished cell phone, the symbol of their bunch of criminals beaming. Her heart pounded harder by the second as she stared at the glossy sticker. The tattoo located on her arm throbbed more than usual. Was she actually doing this? She shook the funnel of doubting thoughts. This mission lived to be her top p... ... middle of paper ... ...t in with pancakes, a pound of bacon, and pestering (maybe even harassing me) about my underweight state. My mother didn’t prance her way into the room as I assumed she would. In reality, a bucket of cold water was carefully handled in her hand; her feet tiptoed. “Violet…” Gretel whispered in a sing-song voice. Chuckling, she fought to transfer the full-sized bucket. She tilted the bucket closer and closer, but, of course, I and my sluggish reflexes could not counter against Gretel as I thought they would. The cold water woke me up, alright. “Mom!” I screeched. “Serves you right for making me pay a seven hundred dollar bill for your cell phone, liebling,” Because of Gretel’s German genes and history, liebling means ‘sweetheart’ in German. Her remark of the word, Liebling, was curt and cold, unlike the frothy and sugary way a mother was supposed to declare it.
“GET OFF MY BUS. YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO GET YOUR THINGS, GET OFF MY BUS, AND GET ON THE FOOTPRINTS OUTSIDE.” It was the middle of the night, we had just arrived by bus from the airport and we were scared to death. Welcome to Marine Corps Recruiting Depot, Parris Island, South Carolina. This is a brief overview of Parris Island as seen through the eyes of Recruit Smith, Platoon 1040, B Company.
The Island of Dr Moreau, by H.G. Wells, is not an ordinary science fiction novel. It doesn't deal with aliens or anything from outer space, but with biological science that exists on earth. The novel was about a character, Edmund Prendick that gets involved with an island of experimentation. At first glance, this tropical paradise seems idyllic. But deep in the jungles lies a terrifying secret. Moreau and Montgomery have been performing scientific research on human beings and the experiment goes terribly wrong. They have ignored the most fundamental law of the jungle: survival of the fittest. The doctor is seeking to make animals half human by means of vivisectional surgery; the transplantation of organs, and the pain involved is very vividly described. Doctor Moreau succeeds in making some of his man-animals talk and even read, but they tend to revert to the beast. So Moreau continues to try to get the entire animal out, and make a creature of his own. His creatures, which continue to come to their demise, then kill Moreau and finally all die off. When the H.M.S. Scorpion visits the island, there is nothing alive there except for a few "white moths, some hogs and rabbits and some rather peculiar rats."
American artist, Walton Ford’s 2009 ‘The Island’ (Source 1) depicts a disturbing pyramid of Tasmanian Tigers, or Thylacines, as they are also known, in a hostile situation of survival. This painting’s central drama contradicts Darwin and Wallace’s 1858 ‘Theory of Evolution by Natural Selection’, as man and his agricultural practices intruded the habitats of many native flora and fauna, leaving the tigers vulnerable. This struggle, or ‘survival of the fittest’, left the tigers defenseless as they had not adapted to man’s hierarchy, which in turn lead to their violent extinction by the early 20th century. Ford’s paintings are known for their harsh critique of how humanity treats nature, the history of politics, natural science and industrialism using complex narratives (artnet 2013). The bloody image portrays the physical and psychological savagery of both man and beast.
playing God. The balance of nature is put to the ultimate test as a man by the
The wooden lintels, writing, and the unique calendar reveal clues about life in a society that thrived for over 1000 years. Many massive building are visible today, those built to pay tribute to kings and to please the deities. The M...
"The shore was fledged with palm trees. These stood or leaned or reclined against the light and their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air. The ground beneath them was a bank covered with grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings. Behind this was the darkness of the forest proper and the open space of the scar." (9-10)
“America means opportunity, freedom, power.” These powerfully true words, spoken by philosopher and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson, illustrate the symbolic meaning America had come to inhabit in the eyes of desperate immigrants. During the Industrial Revolution, a booming American economy as well as external foreign events helped direct immigrants to America, a fabled land of liberty and power. This large influx of immigrants was instrumental in shaping the very country we know today. A large part of immigration was directed through the famous Ellis Island, known as the Gate to America, or the Golden Door. The co-dependency of the Industrial Revolution and immigration through Ellis Island can be illustrated in a number of examples.
Our backs hunched over as we started lifting sustainable sandbags with our drained muscular arms onto a dark wooden shelf. The scorching sun heated up the unswept metal fence behind us. Our feet were burning as we stood on the blistering concrete floor. We were sweating from every inch of our dried out body’s. Looking around the isolated area the smell of freshly cut grass starts to fill up in the atmosphere. The crinkled brown autumn leaves abandoned the thin branches sticking out from the ancient oak tree stood in front of us. A mysterious slim figure approached us from the distance. As the strange shadow got closer to me I could see a velvet red knee high dress blowing in the wind; bright red lipstick on a slim face, it became clear to me that it was Curley’s wife! Her devilish eyes looked deep into our sole as she stroked silky, exotic hair with her perfectly painted, red finger nails. “Hey boys” she called. I looked away with no interest; Lennie followed my lead. Her face went from a cheery smile to a sulky frown and she bashfully strolled
Stony sentry’s, carved years ago by Polynesian craftsmen, gaze over one of the most remote places in the world. With their land enlarged by overuse, islanders now draw on a revival of their culture to attract visitors. I intend to tell about this small island off the coast of Chile named Easter Island.
Gary Snyder’s Turtle Island contains a series of almost fifty poems that mention various issues and complications considered to be luminous, clear, and quite frankly even political. Snyder highlights the idea of naturalism, a movement that attempts to illustrate how every individual should be one with nature and should be able to embrace as well as conform to our natural surroundings. All of these poems take interest in the common foresight and perspective of the fact that we have become natives of this certain place, but instead, we choose not to think or act as though we are newcomers, guests, and invaders; to Gary Snyder, we have practically ruined the true definition of peace with the destruction of the nature around the people. Turtle
In 1492, Christopher Columbus and his crew sailed up the coast of Cuba. He described the valleys and mountains “full of tall, cool trees that it was a glory to see,” landscapes in which on saw
When you were 11 years old, have you ever thought what kind of person you have chosen to become in the future?" If you want to answer this question, you need to have the ability to consider what background, values and personal evolution are. Turtle Island" by Joseph Boyden also talks about the story about an 11-year-old aboriginal boy who caught between the rough world of the Indian Posse and his dawning affection for his little brother’s pet turtle, named Island (Joseph 1).At the beginning, he was a rebellious and Impulsive person who was against cultural belief. In the end, of the story, he had chosen to become a person who was brave, responsible and mature.
I like that in the first chapter, “Argument,” there was a persuasive example. It was about Third World workers, which is often a touchy subject. The way the author put together his argument it helped see what I should do with my argument. This chapter had a good general layout guide that I will use as a reference for my next paper. I like how the chapters are set up in this book, they use paragraphs with bolded titles. It makes it easier to stay on topic, and get the information that is presented to me. We have already been through logical fallacies, so that was a bit tedious. The part called, “Editing for Common Errors in Arguments,” had a lot of common sense errors, that I think most people do repeatedly even after being notified about them, for example, comma mistakes.
In 1896 H. G. Wells had the first edition of ' The Island of Dr. Moreau'; published. The book took place primarily on an island in the Pacific Ocean. On this island Dr. Moreau and his assistant ( Montgomery) performed dangerous, secret experiments on humans and animals. When Wells wrote this he knew nothing about DNA, cloning, or chromosomes but he did use his scientific imagination. Wells realized that society was beginning to rely on science too much in the late nineteenth century. He wrote this book to issue a stern warning for future societies against their own scientific advancements. He knew that just like his society others will want to quench their appetite for this tasty treat called vivisection or cloning. He knew that eventually the progress of society would lead to the all or nothing control of the evolutionary processes.
Too late. I could already hear my mothers graceful footsteps ascend the stairs. She carefully opened the door that entered my kitchen, and I flung myself into her arms. My mother yelped with shock and a hint of exhaustion, “Meggie honey, Mommy is very tired. Please be a little more careful next time.”