“Uh oh, says Lance. “I can see the police. I better pick up some speed.” I can still see the prison behind me after five long minutes of hard running through three-foot tall weeds. The searchlights from helicopters above provide adequate lighting for me. I take one step at a time trying not to make any unnecessary noise. As I strip down to my shorts and t-shirt I take notice to how cold it is outside. I haven’t seen daylight in months due to the fact that I’m confined to my tiny death cell. I am approaching what seems to be a forest. I see hundreds if not thousands of tall, massive trees. I figure this is the perfect hideout until I find neutral ground. The searchlights can’t penetrate through the thick branches of the trees, so I must now rely on my other senses to get around. I feel my way through the pitch-black forest. I get on my hands and knees to crawl. After ten gruesome minutes my head bumps into something solid. I assume it is a tree, but after close examination it turns out to be a door. I anxiously hop to my feet and to my surprise the door is unlocked. As I step through the door I feel a sense of relief. I take a deep breath and bellow out at the top of my lungs, “Is anyone home?” I figure it’s a big house so I wait for a response. Minutes pass and I begin to hear soft thumps on the floor. They become more and more thunderous as time passes. It seems as if someone is darting towards me. I panic, and out of fear I let out screech, but I am so terrified it comes out as a squeal. I run out the house. I take a look back and a bulky figure is charging towards me with a butcher’s knife. I cry out, “STOP,” but he still persists, so I prepare to go into combat. Before I could do anything I feel a sharp pain in my right shoulder. Oh it hurts. This dim-witted guy threw a knife at me. I stumble to my knees. I reach to pull the knife out, but it’s stuck. I’m bleeding uncontrollable, and I’m becoming dizzy. It’s happening just like the movies; it’s getting darker and darker, stars appear, and I’m passed out. When I awake I tall, colossal man is hovering over me.
The belief in fate or free will shapes the way a person lives their life. In Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle and Chloe Benjamin’s The Immortalists, many incidents cause the characters to question their destinies. Through the psychoanalytical lens, the characters in both novels challenge their fate and free will in response to negative events that impact their lives. The characters reevaluate their belief systems as they experience loss, death, and change.
Many believe that our choices in life are already made for us and we have no control to what happens to us, although others believe that this life is like an epic journey and we can change our fate at any moment. It´s hard to choose which side you believe in my honest opinion I believe that our lives do not ¨lie in the fate of God¨ as stated by in the Iraq War Post by Faiza Al-Araji however I believe instead that our life is an odyssey, that we must travel through and make important choices by ourselves not by fate. But with many edvidence and claims in both story the question ¨How much in our lives do we actually controls?¨ wanders through our mind.
In Albert Wendt's novel "Leaves of the Banyan Tree," the author traces the lives of three generations of Tauilopepe men. Each man is faced with a changing society consuming his every move. The novel's setting is located in Western Somoa during a time of mass conflict in replacing the old traditions with new ones brought on when paplagi European views came into their lives. The challenges of colonialism on this society cause each of these men to react to this traumatic culture change differently. Tauilopepe, Pepe, and Galupo each have the illusion of power within them based on their own unique moral standards. Each man's behaviors, attitudes towards power, and ambitions for the future show how they are all obsessed with competition and a strong desire to gain as much power as they can.
About 60 years ago, our society here in the United States was different then it is now. African Americans suffered from injustices by law after the abolishment of slavery. Great leaders stood up to these injustices as their lives took precise paths that lead to a revolution they had a vision in. In the first two volumes of the March trilogy by John Lewis and Andrew Aydin, we see their fate's play out in peculiar ways and their dreams of justice eventually fulfilled. Fate and Dreams play key roles in several events in the text that has resulted in society as we know of today. The concept of being “woke” is emphasized throughout the text, Lewis’ destiny had the opportunity to go awry at critical points in the text, and John Lewis and Dr. Martin
All of a sudden the floorboards cracked and the man chasing me had fallen through the floor. When I looked down all I saw was darkness, but that was when the lights in the hallway came on and the man had been impaled on one of the shattered floorboards. Only then had I realised that this entire time I had tears rolling down my face and I suddenly felt awfully sick in the stomach and my body felt saw. I needed to leave, I headed towards the staircase to make my way down, but as I did this, the front door slammed shut. A large man holding a butcher’s knife in both hands stood before me and the front door. They started walking up the stairs, I tried to move but I was stuck in a state of shock. When they reached me they raised the butcher’s knife to my throat and whispered in my ear “Tell anyone about this place and we’ll make money out of your body too”. I gulped, and tried to respond but I was frozen in fear. They walked past me, and once I had regained myself, I left through the front door. When I got home I took the bag off of my back and had a cigarette to recollect myself and started planning for when I would burn down the
Shakespearian sonnet, “When I Have Fears” fueled by his fear of failure to achieve love
In Man's Fate, Andre Malraux examines the compelling forces that lead individuals to join a greater cause. Forced into a life of contempt, Ch'en portrays the man of action in the early phases of the Chinese Revolution. He dedicates himself to the communist cause. It is something greater than himself, a phenomenal concept that he has fused into. It is something for which he will give his life. How did this devotion come about? A combination of his personality, his interior life, as well as society's influence, molded him into a terrorist. Ch'en is self-destructive; he is controlled by his religion of terrorism and his fascination with death. He is representative of the dedicated soldier who begins as a "sacrificial priest" (4) and ends as a martyr. After all, the ideologies of communism and terrorism were practically a religion to those involved in the revolution.
Fate may state what will be in one's life however, how that destiny comes about is a matter of man's own choice. In other words, incidents don't occur because our destinies are written. In the play Macbeth, Shakespeare expertly uses the theme of fate vs. free will and raises the pre-eminent question of which holds power over the characters. In Shakespeare’s tragedy, fate is not the cause of his downfall, his own desires and choices prove to be the deciding factor.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I don't know here to go. I can't believe I am lost in the forest that the serial killers met. Trying to have ATM signal, I can only pray and hope it work .The cold weather and the darkness is killing me. Right now all that I wish for is to go home and to be around people that makes me feel safe and protect. Never experiencing this before, I do not know what to expect. I have to maintain myself calm, but the worst thoughts do not leave my head. My mouth is dry and my heart racing because I heard steps coming on my direction. Right now my eyes are full of tears and my soul is overwhelmed. Waking to the tree, I hope to find a place to hide; However I now that I will not be safe. I see a men, my eyes are freeze, I am
It’s 3:20 am. on a Friday morning, and pitch black out. The only things visible are the tree branches and pavement shining from yellow streetlights that carve out a path from the parking lot to the back door of my building. Living on campus at Towson I should’ve owned mace, but I clutched my car key instead, pointed outward ready to stab the eye of anyone deciding to come out of the dark after me. The brisk walk up the hill seems to take half an hour. Finally under the bright lights of the overhang I swipe my card quickly to get inside. The door bolt locks behind me with a loud click. I’m safe.
My whole body was trembling with fear, as I slowly reached for my phone. I opened up the dial pad and I shakily pressed three numbers: 9-1-1. But . . . I thought of the rest of my life in prison and I closed my phone. I tried to think of another solution.
Webster defines fate as a “ a power thought to control all events and impossible to resist” “a persons destiny.” This would imply that fate has an over whelming power over the mind. This thing called fate is able to control a person and that person has no ability to change it.
Arguably the greatest writer in English literature, William Shakespeare is most famously known for his prominent work of art, Romeo and Juliet. This tragic plot takes place in Verona during the mid-1300’s . Shakespeare is commonly referred to as the “The Father of English Literature”. Likewise, Elvis Presley is often referred to as the “King of Rock and Roll”. One of his most popular songs include “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You”, written in October of 1961, sixteen years prior to his death. Although both the play and the song explore the effects of fate over freewill, Shakespeare uses complex literary devices to signify plot development, while Elvis uses figurative language, such as simile, to italicize the theme of fate.
Some people say that everyone has a destiny in life. That each and everyone of us has a purpose, a reasoning to be alive. Sometimes certain events occur in life that have people questioning “Why me?”. It truly troubled people to wonder why things would happen to them or even why things didn’t happen to them. In Medieval times, people came up with the idea of fate.
I was lying in my own filth, being tied up for several days, without being able to go to the toilet; it's not a pretty sight. My body was slowly wasting away, no food, and only drops of water I couldn't cope. I could see my team-mates, my friends, slowly going insane. They were talking in there sleep, screaming for freedom, but what was the point. The guards treated us like filth, something they'd stepped on and couldn't get rid of. I could see their point though, we killed their friends, and so they determined to kill ours. But I had to escape, I was the only sane one in there, my mind was at ease. You see, everyone else was going crazy wondering about their loved ones, but I had no one.