A Short Story : The Story Of Sir Chester Worthingtons?

Thus, due to the all-encompassing deteriorating of human dignity, catalyzed by the chivalric values and battlefield honour, England must aspire to reverse their regressive ways, in its place observing Falstaff’s nonchalance and nihilistic behaviour.

Through a personal anecdote, King describes the hardships that a parent has explaining the injustices to his daughter. He uses “tongue twisted and your speech stammering” and “tears welling” to give a relatable reason for why action must occur now. King implements pathos not only to appeal to emotions but also to show his reasoning for

The old lady continued digging her proverbial hole deeper and deeper as she stood in the road addressing The Misfit: “’Listen,’ the grandmother almost screamed, ‘I know you’re a good man. You don’t look a bit like you have common blood. I know you must come from nice people’” (O’Connor, 1292). As The Misfit’s escape cohorts led her son and grandson off into the woods the old lady almost sounded as if she truly ashamed of her actions and the small innuendos she prodded her grandchildren with to make this detour into the terror she and her

On the hierarchy of Elizabethan England, King Henry IV occupies the highest rank and is viewed as God’s vessel on Earth. Therefore, his upper class status should provide him with the authority to do as he pleases without restriction. It is however, Sir John Falstaff, a disreputable knight, who maintains the more advanced grade of freedom. King Henry IV is presented, to the readers, as a traditional hero with valuable morals and a strong will. However, his character is not of his own accord, rather it is the fabrication of the restrictions placed upon him by his role in society. As the king is scolding his son for living a life deemed unfit for a ruler he

After they had gone up stairs Mother lay back in her chair, the camphor handkerchief to her mouth. Father hadn't moved he still sat beside her holding her hand the bellowing hammering away like no place for it in silence. When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow. You know what I'd do if I were King? she never was a queen or a fairy she was always a king or a giant or a general I'd break that place open and drag them out and I'd whip them

It is hard to tell if the life we are living it the one we should be, but it is even harder to understand if we are the person we are meant to be. In the movie, A Knight’s Tale, the main character William Thatcher, also known as Ulrich von Liechtenstein, teaches us it is not where you come from that defines you, it is how you act and the deeds you do to make it to where you are. This essay will discuss how as the movie progresses, William develops his identity as well as the overall

The prince was a tall, young man with watchful blue eyes and long coppery hair. He had gone impulsively to hunt. Ian could think of nothing like responsibility or duty. He could only think of leaving the palace for an hour or a day. The company had met the king's messenger half-way across Sirle. The message was accompanied by a troop of guards to make sure that Ian did not ignore it. Come home, it said tersely. Now. Ian was not surprised, and he was too weary to fend for himself. So he let fortune, in the shape of the king's guards, bring him back.

Jonathan Smith tasted soot: not an unusual experience. He bit off another piece of the bread he was chewing on and swallowed it down, ignoring the burning at the back of his throat. It was not such a difficult task when one had as much practice as Jon. He reached over and grabbed his bottle of water. He emptied its contents into his throat, the last of the day’s supply. He really should be getting home - his shift was almost over. Jon looked around, seeing the inside an old hanger, a dark cavernous space that made him feel the size of an ant. He examined the workers around him, their eyes all focused on their own rations, all of them strangers to him - all Weathermen, although the definition of that term had changed over the years. Weathermen were never allowed to get to

In hockey, the enforcer is a not an officially sanctioned position. But everyone knows what he does. And everyone knows what I do. I'm Ian Carter after all. I'm a big, bad bully both on and off the rink. My fans know it, and I know it too.

In the time of our adventurous preteen stage, we tried many new and sometimes strange things. From wanting to dye our hair and get facial piercings to telling the world how we felt through boisterous song. It was different for all of us. For Conley, it was an eye opening experience. He met someone who had similar interests as him, particularly music, his name was Cameron. Conley became friends with him and they formed a strong brotherly bond. One day after school Conley went to Cameron’s house to watch movies and play videogames. While there Cameron’s father brought out his guitar and began playing. This sparked intrigue and curiosity into Conley. He wanted to know how just a few simple cords could make such a smooth sound. Cameron’s father

I swerved and stopped abruptly .No! James! I felt impotent as I stood there seeing my best friend turn into a ball of fire. If only I saw this coming. If only I warned him, or just waited till he got used to it. If only I refused his offer. I fell on my knees; tears falling off my face like rain drops. Memories crumbled, shattered… disappeared. My hands trembled with fear, confusion and guilt. It felt like I was interrogating myself, what will I say to his mother? Will she blame me for his death? How did this start? I was in agony, staring at the fire reminiscing.

Philip had a tumultuous childhood with little parental involvement — after sending him to be educated at a boarding school in England, Philip’s mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia and committed to an asylum, and his father spent most of his time in Monte Carlo with his mistress, relying on wealthy relatives to support Philip in his education.

He had been willing to murder me after my wicked brother’s betrayal, although I’d done nothing wrong. I was scared and anxious because I had been running from my father and his men, and this was why I was in hiding as ‘Poor Tom’. I looked deranged, mangled and in a terrible state. My father would have been horrified to know that this crazy, beggar was his son. I waited to tell my father who I was because I was concerned, and almost wanted to get back at him for trusting my brother’s words without any proper evidence. I put the insane, beggar act on again and it must have proven true because my father didn’t even think twice about me. They left soon afterwards to find safety for the old king. I waited and pondered about my life now, consisting mainly of ‘nothingness’ – as I am not known as anything

The Arthurian legend of Tristan and Isoud is a timeless tale of two people in surreptitious love. Tristan being the nephew of King Mark and his obligation to the chivalric code are the couple’s greatest hurdles inhibiting their relationship from prospering. Isoud and Tristan’s legend changes from merely being means of entertainment about two forbidden lovers in Le Morte D’Arthur, by Thomas Malory, to having a deeper purpose in Cornwall’s Wonderland, by Mabel Quiller Couch. Couch’s version of the tale provides perspective on not only what the couple goes through, but also makes the story relatable to her readers during the time of World War I and women’s rights being limited.

When William arrives at the manor house he could now hear his father in another one if his bad humors and ranting on. He tries to close the door quietly. His father's mind may be going, but nothing gets past his father's ears. "William??? William you come in here this instant!! Did you hear me boy?? Now." William shakes his head and enters the room where his father is furiously pacing the floor. “Where have you been? Storming off like that when your duty to your family and people are here!! You must learn responsibility. You are so weak, I’m surprised you are part of my bloodline!! Why couldn't you be more like your brother?” William quickly turn and faced his father. His face full of rage and resentment. "I am not my brother, don't want to be like my brother, and my