Analysis Of ' F Fuck '

In Still Needing the F word, Anna Quindlen explains about how the F Word, as she states, stands for feminism. She gives her opinion about how feminism is still problem in present day. In this article, Anna Quindlen writes that some women believe the need for feminists has come and gone because, people are living in a post feminist era. She gives example how female undergraduate were in the past and she described as “effortless perfection” which explain how female student should be smart, beautiful and popular. In her article, she talks about “new study on the status of women at Duke University, and the notion that we’re post anything seems absurd.” Shows how uncomfortable people may find it. Also, she mention about Betty Friedan’s book about

Jenna’s head throbbed, her eyes were hazy, she blinked struggling to make out her surroundings. She became conscious of a wetness on my arms and torso. Craning her head downwards she acknowledged the pool of crimson blood seeping from her forearms. The memory of drawing those thin lines replayed within her head, the distraction of the physical pain from the psychological battle. Having awoken from fainting after a loss of blood she felt faint and dizzy.

He struggled to find comfort for his back, and couldn’t help wincing. He heaved a sigh of agony and placed his head on the pillow, lied on his back, rather uncomfortably, closed his beady eyes and speechlessly waited for that moment to arrive. Heavy footsteps ware approaching. Their shoes clap rhythmically on the floor.

He can breathe again, a little. Still ragged. He doesn't know how long he stays there, but it's a long time.

Instead of a killer, his reconnaissance unearthed another body. In this instance, not one he could dispose of in the mud. Noticing wounds on the head and neck, he marched off to summon help.

handle the aspects ofa civilized life any longer, so his only recourse is to run away.

Charles straightened, his jaw line tensed and an explosion of blue as his eyes darted to the side. He looked like a brick wall, standing there. Wanting to run as far away

He doesn’t feel cold. That’s good, right? He isn’t in pain either. He’s still bleeding, which means his heart is still pumping. Pounding, in fact, a frantic tempo.

Screwed. That is the one word he would use, screwed. Sure things could be worse. He could be lying in a ditch dead or maybe in a shipping crate bound for Africa. Even still this was not much better. He loathed his job and everything to do with it. So a required work “party” was not how he wanted to spend his night. He considered “getting sick” but decided against it. Besides how bad it could be? He wouldn’t have to stay long and there would be free food. He decided he could bare it. Little did he know that his decision had just won him a sentence of twenty-five to life.

He looked over to his right and saw a group of prisoners screaming at him, begging him to run towards them to complete the plan. Running to them meant freedom, but before he could move a muscle, he heard someone in the distance screaming his name. Closing his eyes and covering his ears would’ve been a good fantasy, but confronting

My aim had been off. Instead of the quick and painless, he was now subject to the long and panic filled. He lay on the floor, grasping his neck.

When it was over, she waited for him to say something. He took his time before allowing her to get away from that stupid wall and she sat down, her legs protesting as if she had been standing all

The vein in Hamilton’s forehead throbbed achingly as a pit of nausea welled up within his stomach. The bitterness of his rage was like a cancer, eating upon him and as the room spun sickeningly, his ghastly envy wrenched on his forearm, contorting into a shaking, trembling fist.

“We will have to continue this conversation later”, stabbing the needle into Dmitri’s thigh and watching him. Ten seconds later, Dmitri’s head went to one side and a careful examination of his eyelids indicated he was out cold.

Milam: "We were never able to scare him. They had just filled him so full of that poison that he was hopeless."