An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge

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Brianna Toddy Mrs. Neil DC Language Arts 3 Period 2 18 November 2015 6. Is “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” commercial fiction whose sole purpose is to entertain, or is it a serious piece of art, yielding real insights into important aspects of life? Make a careful examination of plot as you pose your response. An Art Piece Called Life What would happen if you suddenly ran out of time: no longer able to tell someone you love them, unable to feel a lover’s embrace, or to feel the touch of a child’s hand—your child’s hand—against your cheek as they play? For Peyton Farquhar in “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” by Ambrose Bierce, time was the enemy and as he fights against the plot to find his family, it’s easy to infer that he drives…show more content…
He began to believe this was the end, his whole life flashing before him in a fit for him to remember what was important. He was beginning to understand the importance of life, for his wife and for his children, how he began to long for his family. As he stood on the board, feeling the sensations around him, “He closed his eyes in order to fix his last thoughts upon his wife and children…” (Bierce 75). As he began to think of his family, his life was standing in front of him. A convicted man, ready to be hung for the conviction laying over his head, and all he could find was the strength to think of his family. His family was his life, in an sense. The old saying goes, your whole life flashes before your eyes seconds before you 're about to die. If that saying rings any truth to it, then with the images flashing being of his wife and child, it’s safe to say his family is what he finds most important, driving in the importance of him living to see them. Even as he waited, focusing on his family was all he could offer instead of final words or pleas of his life. “He unclosed his eyes and saw again the water below him. ‘If I could free my hands,’ he thought, ‘I might throw off the noose and spring into the stream…. My home, thank God, is as yet outside their lines; my wife and little ones are still beyond the invader’s farthest
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