He watched the sheep peacefully, doing their thing day in and day out, what they did everyday, all day long. He watch as they slowly moved across the lush green meadow, methodically eating the grass, then laying down when it got too hot. “How exciting,” he thought, “watch the sheep.” Not much intellect was needed to watch sheep; the unending boredom of the routine of watching sheep every day. Even the evil, biting horse flies couldn’t dissuade the sheep, or him, from this daily boring routine. He remembered begging his father to let him become a blacksmith, saying how he would learn to make all sorts of useful things; how buff and strong he would become. But his father just reminded him for the hundredth time that tending sheep was an honorable profession and, besides, he was descended from six generations of shepherds. That had been a week ago. Now the young shepherd stood in the middle of a sun-drenched meadow, nothing to block the intense sun from beating down on him. There were trees some fifty feet behind him, but he was too lazy to walk that far. He didn’t care that the sheep were scattered around him, slowly drifted farther away. He really could have cared less. In fact, he felt good as he leaned on his wooden staff. What a day – alone with no one to nag him or tell him what to do. The sun was shining; the sheep were behaving perfectly; they didn’t pay him any attention. It was as exciting as watching dust gather. Why should he not enjoy the sun. Two weeks ago he had tried to get a little action going by yelling, “Wolf, Wolf,” at the top of his lungs. The adult shepherds had come running from every corner of the field, stout staffs and clubs ready to attack the wolf. When they realized it was a fake, they grumbled to themselves and returned to their own flocks. The third time he had tried it, they almost beat him. No one trusted him anymore. “Ah, well,” he thought as he leaned against his staff, “at least they’re leaving me alone.” About the only way to make this gig any better would be a breeze to keep the flies away. At least his baggy clothing kept them from biting, as did the long hair which he absentmindedly brushed away from his face.
The Monster is a short story that was written by Toby Litt in 1968. From beginning to end, from a third person point of view, we learn bits and pieces of information about a ‘monster’ of sorts, living in a world full of questions. This monster does not know, or understand what, or who, he is, and neither does the reader. The audience is often left wondering just as much as the main character is, resulting in a story that keeps readers hooked. The monster is simply called a monster, and never told if it is, or is not so. The Monster is a short story in which Toby Litt uses experimental story structure, a unique voice, and an unusual theme to challenge conventional story telling.
McCarthy uses detailed descriptions, creates a somber mood through religious references, and elucidates upon the main character’s perspective to convey the impact of the experience on the protagonist. His actions reveal significant care and respect for the animal, as it seems difficult for the protagonist to cope with the loss of such a great creature. McCarthy portrays the wolf through an uncommon perspective; a frightful and beastly creature is transformed into a magnificent and bold animal. The wolf is pictured as an animal destined for honor and high admiration through its spiritual characteristics. Emphasis on the wolf’s positive qualities reveals human beings’ tendency to ignore the favorable characteristics of an individual or animal. Human beings commonly disregard the inner beauty all creatures possess.
I saw the film “ The Wolf of Wall Street “ at the Gateway Theater on a Saturday night with my two quiet friends when it was not opening night. It was a normal, not 3-d IMAX production. The theater was less than halfway full and the theater was uncomfortably quiet when we walked in. The mood of the crowd was unsettling and almost fatigued. The film was 179 minutes long which made the film feel exasperated and tiring. At one point during the movie, I dozed off after being in the theatre for a copious amount of time. The film featured critically acclaimed actors such as Leonardo DiCaprio, Jonah Hill, and Matthew McConaughey. In addition, the film’s director is the Golden Globe winner for best director, Martin Scorsese. The setting of the movie was New York City and begins in 1987. The transportation includes helicopters, the subway, cars, boats, and airplanes. The clothing closely resembles business attire and styles of the late 80’s which included shoulder pads, thick framed glasses, odd patterns, but additional solid color “typical” and modern business suits. The business women wear colorful and patterned suits adorned with shoulder pads and volumes; however, some women in the film have a more modern styles that do not reflect the late 80’s and air on the side of being scandalous. The make- up was light and almost unnoticeable with the very few women that were featured for more than a second. The film’s music consisted of constant energizing mix of blues, hip hop, disco, dance tunes, and indie rock including artists such as the Foo Fighters, Cypress Hill, Sir Mix a Lot, Bo Diddley, and Billy Joel. Rarely in the movie exists a quiet section that does not have background music. The camera angle and filming style is most often straig...
Old Wolf is the name of the book I have read. The author of Old Wolf is Edward Irving Wortis or AVI for short. The plot of the story is (rising action) a wolf pack leader is challenged and gets hurt then (climax) he wants to prove himself and gets hurt badly a raven helps after that (falling action) a boy helps him get food and water (resolution) wolf gets up and walks away before he is killed. . The setting of the book is in a forest with winter happening. My thesis is that the leader felt he was going to be denied as a leader because other pack members thought he would be weak or not powerful.
In “The Bear” by William Faulkner, there are several different personalities and attitudes that come into play at various times in the story. The story is told from the perspective of Isaac McCaslin, the boy of the story and one of the main characters as well, and many critics feel that this was “probably a projection of Faulkner’s own youthful self”(Monarch Notes 5). Isaac was of the aristocratic class of people who were a part of the South, and who also played a significant part of the stories that Faulkner wrote. Another class of people that were a consistent part of Faulkner’s short stories were the poor-whites such as the Snopes family in “Barn Burning.” Abner Snopes is a man who seems to blame everyone but himself for his problems. Being a Civil War veteren from the Confederate point of view, he was bitter about the War and the way that the Southerners were treated, though it appears that he brought his particular condition upon himself. During the War, the only loyalty was to himself and he remained that way Another class of people that are a significant part of Faulkner short stories are the non-whites which include the Negro, the Indian, and any mixture of the different races found in the South. Abner Snopes gave no regard or respect to the “nigger”(155), who was the de Spain servant and door man, when the Snopeses came to announce their arrival for the sharecropper job, but muttered “get out of my way, nigger.” Sam Waters gained more kindness and respect than that, though he was still a mixed blood in a wealthy, white world. He was
“The rabbits accept their role in the ritual and recognize the wolf as the strong. In defense, the rabbit becomes sly and frightened and elusive and he digs holes and hides when the wolf is about. And he endures, he goes
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
We would always hang out in the tall grass together, but today, on this muggy, July day, I was just not in the romantic mood. Still, I let myself be led sideways, towards the tall grass. The grass swooshed around our legs, coating our clothes with pointy burrs and causing our legs to tickle. The sun bounced off of the blades causing them to reflect a bright white color, while the wind caused them to shiver.
Norwegian comedy talk show hosts, Ylvis, have been known only locally in Norway until they released their accidental hit, "The Fox". Released as an "anti-song" to add humor to their evening show, Ylvis became one of the fastest well-known bands that has gone viral via YouTube. The song originated as playful way to show the general public's lack of knowledge of basic animal sounds. While the song’s genre could be classified as comedy, “The Fox” did peak at number 6 on the Billboard’s Top 100 for three consecutive weeks shortly after its release as a single on September 3rd, 2013. “The Fox” is not only a fun and whimsical but throughout the song the artist explores various animal sounds as well as characteristics of the fox and is ultimately trying to answer the age old question of how a fox communicates.
The first part of the story tells folk tales about the wolf and werewolf. Here, wolves are used as a symbol of fear. It overwhelms the reader with terrifying descriptions of the wolf and shows the reader that the wolf is clearly something that strikes fear into the people in the story. They are described as “forest assassins grey members of a congregation of nightmare” and are known to be worse than “all the teeming perils of the night and the forest, ghosts, hobgoblins, ogres that grill babies upon gridirons, witches”. These monsters are not real and fear for these nonexistent monsters is ridiculous as they are fictional. The fear fo...
Wolf and put him into handcuffs. After he had subdued The Wolf, he heard a muffled cry
Many fairy tales in literature convey hidden messages and meanings that can be found in almost every aspect of life. These subliminal messages are prevalent in the short story, “The Company of Wolves”, through the theme of gender inequality. In “The Company of Wolves”, Angela Carter displays the issue of gender through a feminist light in the plot and through symbolism, as she consistently symbolizes the woman and the wolf creature as archetypal ideologies of their own gender.
The Prince of Wolves is the first book of the Grey Wolves series. It is written by Quinn Loftis and the book is a romance genre. I would rate this book 10/10. I recommend it to people who love fictional characters such as wolves. It is also recommended for someone who loves a little romance as well as twists and turns. The characters in this book also have a lot of personality. Especially the main characters of this book. It makes the story interesting and urges you to keep on reading.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together
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.