Heat beating out for her chest Sylvia was running for her life. Her feet pounded on the ground as she sprinted down the alleyway. Sylvia was trying to escape the darkshadow fast in pursuit when she suddenly lost her footing on Thai place’s trash. She hit the dingy pavement and turned to her pursuer. The dark shadowy figures loomed over her.
Friday the 13th started out like any other Friday morning. Sylvia dragged herself out bed with the little comfort knowing that it was finally Friday. The weekend would soon be at hand and she could leave behind the struggles of school. She got dressed, putting on her favorite pair of dark blue jeans with a simple black tee. Sylvia pulled back her long silvery hair into a rushed french braid. Then, as
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“Hey, we were just trying to bring some life to this dead, dark morning.“ replied Loretta still getting her laughter under control.
“I know but still it wasn 't funny, I thought you were someone else, something else” Sylvia said looking a bit paranoid. This morning wasn 't the first time she thought she was being watched.
“Oh come on ,lighten up, it’s Friday and the weekend will soon be at hand,” said Nate jumping around the parking lot heading into the school. “And I thought you said we were going downtown” he added.
“We won 't be going anywhere if we don 't make it to first period,” Rosalie said, grabbing Sylvia by the arm and dragging her into the building, so they wouldn 't be late for first period.
First period was a utter drag per usual, Mr. Brimbin could put anyone to sleep why he dragged on about the wonders of the universe. But during that period she couldn 't shake the feeling that something was watching her. After that period of torture was over the day went by fairly quick. Soon it was lunch and she was on her way to hang out with her friends in one of the less traveled hallways. They all never much liked the lunchroom, so at lunch they took refuge in the hallway behind the stage. People never came down this way unless there was an upcoming show. Sylvia made it to the hallway first and decided to make herself comfortable. Putting her bag down on the laminate flooring, she leaned against the cool brick wall sliding down it to take a
Over 11 million people were killed during the Holocaust, 1.1 million were children and 6 million were Jewish. In the novel titled Night by Elie Wiesel, it tells about a kid name Elie Wiesel and his experience during the Holocaust. This novel will will also explain his thoughts/feelings during this tragic event. During the tragic event, Elie Wiesel lost his mother when the Holocaust started and lost his father at the end of the Holocaust. Three qualities that contributed to Wiesel’s survival was his intelligence, when he hid his left arm, his bravery, when he refused to separate from his father during the selection, and his determination, when he decided to not stop running during the flee.
The relationship between Sylvia and her mom was a strict one. The strict parenting of Sylvia’s mother eventually began to cause problems because Sylvia had began facing relationship issues with other boys, knowingly her mother’s point of view on relationships, Sylvia continues. In the book/movie called outsiders Ponyboy with an immense amount of strictness by his elder brother Darry, even though Darry also had a younger brother named Sodapop who was the middle sibling out of the three brothers. Darry only seemed to be strict on Ponyboy who was the youngest, by being extra strict on Ponyboy. This indicates Darry gives special supervision towards his youngest brother, Ponyboy. This goes on to show Darry is always more in control of Ponyboy
I went Into Elie Wiesel 's Night having read the book in various stages in my life. It seems to follow me through my schooling years. In junior high I read it in standard English class, just like any other book I would have read that year. In high school I read it for a project I was creating on World War II, looking at it from a more historical approach. Being a firsthand account of concentration camps made it a reliable source of historical information. But during previous times when I was reading, I never thought to take a look at it from a theological point of view. Doing so this time really opened my eyes to things and themes I hadn 't noticed during previous readings.
“Dude, my man,” came Justin, slapping me a hard high five. “Guess who’s got a date to the homecoming dance.”
A scream bubbled up inside her as strong hand grasped her mouth, muffling any chance for help. His hot breath tickled her cheek as they disappeared into the woods just outside of town. Her eyes scanned in every direction, trying to find an escape, but his large body was all around her, enveloping her like the fog that was rolling in in an ungodly manner. It blanketed the forest like a mother tucking her children in at night. The little life that Evangeline lived flashed before her eyes, most of it spent with Lila. Without much hope of survival left, she thought of the only thing she could do. A swift kick to the shin sent him hobbling in the opposite direction after dropping Evangeline to the ground. She sat in a heap covered in mud and wet leaves, staring up at her attacker who was hopping on one leg favoring his injured
It truly is surprising how a person can change so drastically over a series of events. People can be made into monsters over the murder or death over a loved one for example. Or can be turned to a person of great faith when they were an atheist. This is what happened to Elie and was one of the main conflicts of the story, “Night”. As you can see in the book he loved going to his mosque and his love of God, however, as the story went on his faith slowly deteriorated and crumbled away even though he fought hard to keep it. This can happen to the best of people and there is no way to control it unless you are strong with your beliefs.
Frightened she broke into a dead sprint. She could hear the footsteps clomping against the cement, drawing nearer and nearer. She could hear the heavy panting of whoever it was chasing her. They were gaining on her and fast. Lauren began screaming madly “Help! Somebody help!” But no one came. She felt two firm hands grasp her arms, they pulled her down causing her to hit her head against the cement with a bang. It was gushing blood getting everywhere, all over her hair her hands, and running into her eyes. Realizing someone had attacked her Lauren began fighting viciously. Without being able to see due to the blood her aim was off and she was causing little damage to her attacker.
A common theme in both Welcome to Nightvale and War of the Worlds is that original assumptions can misleading. War of the Worlds utilises sentence structure to bring the concept that experiencing death and horror will increase the appreciation of life to the forefront of the reader’s mind. Contrastingly the serious elements of death and horror are masked under the aural techniques of Welcome to Nightvale through music. The audience expectations of Welcome to Nightvale are inverted through the weather section in Welcome to Nightvale which is non-diegetic sound because it is a song or instrumental item that alludes to the darker elements of the episode. These elements are contained within the lyrics or tone of the music to explain more about
“I have selected one of my best male officers here in Sac PD. His name is Dominic Cavil. He is a SWAT officer who’s normally deployed to regular duties, but is still available for SWAT calls. He will participate on this investigation providing you protection from any harm against you and watch over you, guard you, and protect you.”
She woke up everyone else. "Hey guys, we're going job hunting, if any of you want to tag along, get up and get dressed." She said, and of course, everyone just went back to sleep. She rolled her eyes, walking back downstairs. "Alright, lets get going." She said, smiling slightly.
“This way,” he said as he led his siblings out of the station. They passed through a large arch on the way out and onto a heavily trafficked sidewalk. They saw signs for a number of different restaurants and businesses, as well as construction a ways down the road. “We have to go left from here and turn right onto Cumber Street. Then it’s a straight shot until we see a sign for the school, and that’ll give us the rest of the directions.
The three versions of the text have sundry items. Homer’s version of “The Odyssey” places emphasis on the song of the Sirens, the spell placed on the song and the struggle of passing the Sirens. The Coen Brother’s movie “O’ Brother, Where Art Thou?” has multiple differences from the text, now placing emphasis on the Sirens’ beauty, the enhancement of the song and the disappearance of Pete. Margaret Atwood’s “Siren Song” primarily focuses on the song sung by the Sirens in order to seduce men and cause them to leap to their watery deaths. These three authors may have prioritized these traits because they thought they were more important than the others given. As well as expressing certain aspects of the stories, the authors left out others
“She can’t be around my house anymore. I’m afraid of what I’ll do to her. She did this to him. Don’t you get it? She took his eyes.”
Fresh, cool air flowed into Amber’s lungs. Blindingly bright light stabbed at her eyes and she blinked, blurry vision slowly clearing with each passing moment. There was a hot, painful feeling in her chest, as if fire was knocking at her ribs, trying to escape. Three people dressed in white lab coats and hospital masks surrounded her. She tried to sit upright, but she appeared to be bound to whatever surface she was on.
The poem by Emily Dickinson entitled the “The Last Night That She Lived” is about the death of a family member. The death was rather expected as it seems. The reason we know this is because the whole family was already gathered in order to be there when she passed. Dickinson was labeled as a dark and morbid writer in her time. In the poem “The Last Night That She Lived,” we get to experience the sadness, grief, and even spirituality of Dickinson’s feelings when dealing with her experiences of death.