We were huddling around a campfire in the open darkness of the night. It was the only thing that brought us warmth in the brisk air. A light shot up into the air, crackling until, boom, an explosion of colour which radiated light. It was the night of all nights, which celebrated our national identity. I glanced across the fire, and caught a glimpse of Hazel. Her eyes were mesmerizing, crystal clear and blue as the depths of the ocean. ‘What more could you want? We're living the life free from everything and anyone who could tell us what to do’, said Hazel, as I awkwardly shifted my focus elsewhere. She had the voice of a god damn angel, angelic like and pure. She picked up a half empty bottle of gin, and within 10 seconds she had downed the rest of it. ‘I am …show more content…
In a sky full of stars, a shooting star shot across the utter darkness of the night, like a diamond glistening in the sky. A place of the unknown and mystery lies beyond that shooting star. The moon was a glowing disc which shone over the horizon. For a moment, my mind drifted away from the amidst chaos which surrounded me. ‘Oh my god, oh my god you guys, these mosquitos keep attacking me!’ Jessica whined through her high-pitched voice. ‘Can I ask again, who was it that thought it would be a good idea to bring the girls to the exclusive boys camping trip?’ Toby moaned. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew out the bonfire, left us in complete darkness. Everyone went dead silent; the sound of a pin drop could be heard. Everything was in the darkness, with only the glow from the full moon to distinguish each other’s faces. ‘What if there are wolves? And drop bears! Wait, is there such thing as drop bears? God knows what else is out here’, Stacy cried as she crawled closer into the group. ‘Jesus Christ people, calm down, it was just the wind.’ ‘Is anyone going to do anything about this?’ Hazel
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As if this great outburst of anger had purged all of my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world. And finding it so much...
Hazel Grace, is a teenage girl who unfortunately suffers several of the cruelties of life, yet she is shining symbol of hope. Even though since she got diagnosed she quit school, her friends don’t exactly treat her like the girl she used to be she is as smart as can be, and kind at the same time. She has stayed alive lo...
The Ocean Sea novel by Alesandro Baricco is a unique novel of several people who have different identities, goals and functions. All of the characters have somehow ended up in the Almayer Inn. The Ocean Sea defines all of the people in their identities, goals and functions except one unseen, but felt man who live in the seventh room of the Almayer Inn. Baricco distinguishes the Almayer Inn from other ordinary inns not only by giving some clues of an existing of a spiritual power in the Almayer Inn, but also by its location and its different guests. The Almayer Inn is on the beach and the guests are several people who have nothing in common; they do not share an age neither a goal. However, there is a mysterious man who live in the seventh room of the Almayer Inn and believed to be playing a significant part of all of the other people in the novel. In the end of the novel, the mysterious man leaves his room and disappears. Analyzing the facts that the children “the hosts” and the mysterious man were in the Almayer Inn first and leave last, children read their guests’ minds, act like
One of my favorite A/B/O shifter writers has a new series out titled The Oceanport Omegas. Omega Elias Stevens and Alpha Matthew Lowell first met one another during the wrong time in both of their lives. Matthew was to shortly to enter into a family arranged marriage meant to further enrich is well off, high society family's status and Elias wanted to fulfill his dream of attending college to become a Veterinarian thanks to an educational scholarship that few Omegas ever have the opportunity to earn. Despite conflicting plans, Matt and Eli entered into a relationship with the understanding that it would have a specific end date. A pregnancy was not supposed to be part of that understanding. Eight years later Matthew returns to his hometown
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.
For my movie analysis, I chose to watch Oceans Eleven. This movie had been recommended to me by a friend previously so I decided this assignment would be the perfect opportunity to watch it. The whole plot revolves around a group of men who become a part of a plan to rob the three most profitable casinos in Las Vegas. Initially, it is Danny Ocean who comes up with the idea.
Caspian's POV I stood behind a bush as I watched my brother kissing the mortal woman. It was always the do and trash conception, but he has been with that woman for months, I would be lying if I said there were no sparks. Seeing this made me disgusted, I never imagined Farouk ever falling in love, especially with a mortal. Stepping into the sunlight, away from the bush, I shouted at him.
The day of brother and sister night dance at Faith’s elementary school is where it all went pandemonium. I, Jayvion, woke up in bed and got up to dress in my suit and tie. I took a shower and did my hair to look impeccable for the dance. I ambled into the kitchen and saw my ostentatious little sister waiting for me. My mother, Feanika, walks in as she comes from work as a waitress.
Hemingway’s use of symbols and the metaphors beyond the symbols is phenomenal. Metaphors are an implied analogy that has an ideal that is being expressed and it also has an image by which that idea is conveyed. Establishing the similarities between the following dissimilarities is what helps to identify the metaphors behind the symbols in Hemingway’s writings. He uses things as symbols to help express the old man’s deep feelings in his journey through life.
At midnight, Paul went outside and sat on the bench on the old, plank porch. Despite bundling himself in a heavy blanket, he shivered in the cold. The eastern sky before him was dotted with stars, scintillating above the quiet spread of desert. A few lonely clouds were drifting by.
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
Have you ever visited a place so beautiful and serene that you couldn’t imagine a more stunning place? For me, it is the shimmering and flowing waters of the ocean. The way that the deep blue waters meet the gritty beige sand leaves me in such awe. The water is like a soft blanket, comforting and inviting. The unique wildlife and vegetation that exists on the beach is something I’ve never seen anywhere else. There is no place more beautiful and thrilling than the beach.
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.