Analysis Of The Book ' The Great Gatsby ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

What is the real world and how do people react to the situations involved in life’s difficulties? The real world is a place where we all are forced to live sooner or later and people tend to react to life’s difficulties in various ways. In the quote, “Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone. He told me, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had,” (Fitzgerald 1); demonstrates how the narrator, Nick Carraway’s father described the real world to him as a young boy. Different people react to the situations throughout their lives differently.

The midwest is known for down-to-earth goodness, for wholesome, satisfying conceptions of morality that satisfied the masses of people who immigrated there in the 19th and 20th centuries. Morality, in that conventional, midwestern way, is merely a set of rules governing the difference between right and wrong - a simple duality. Dualistic thought suffices for us most because it is simple and it makes sense - actions are either right or wrong, people are either good or bad. The reason duality has human appeal is because it allows us to think of our lives without much complexity, without much potential for fearful or overwhelming existential thought. Most people in the world follow Judeo-Christian forms of religions because those religions establish conceptions of morality that present simple dualities. Actions are either moral or immoral; there is god, and there is the devil; there is heaven, and there is hell. Midwestern ethics derive directly from these modes of thought, and therefore Nick Carraway’s ethics also derive from those modes of thought. However, Nick, like so many others returning from World War One, is forced to question his existence in a way that is deeply unsettling, in a way that forces him to, if only for a summer, abandon the dualism associated with conventional midwestern thought. Ultimately, Nick becomes morally ambiguous not because his ‘moral’ decisions

1. By the third paragraph of the third chapter, verb tense changes. What is the effect of this change, or what do you think it 's purpose is?

and so the story goes: if one were to wander into the little tea-shop on the very edge of seventh avenue, they 'd immediately see a lone boy sitting there, a boy who somehow looks like there 's a puzzle piece missing from him, a boy who somehow has drooping eyes and hooded smiles like lunar eclipses. it could be his bruised-violet knuckles or his mussed hair or both, really, but he seems to be the very pinnacle of melancholy, porcelain-white and fragile with tidal waves etched into his skin and bones and veins and soul. there 's smudges of cobalt and cadmium yellow cracking underneath his crooked eyelashes, stained glass shattering within itself in disintegrating swirls of colour, and his posture is quieted as though a single blink will

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly”. - Scott Fitzgerald

After a year or so of living in my Middle West paradise, the cold, merciless hand of the East Coast came and rapped on my front door. It arrived in the form of a letter from Daisy, who, in a magic act that could rival Harry Houdini, disappeared with her hulking husband and her oh-so precious daughter, only to brutally reappear in the envelope resting in my hands. The envelope was heavy, as if the weight of the three years since that infamous summer had all been transferred to this single letter. Simply holding it I knew I would not be able to handle myself if I were to simply toss it into my fireplace and attempt to forget its existence. So I brought it in from my snow-covered mailbox and into the safety of my home.

I stumble to the side, my back against the wall with nowhere to go. We’re in a giant round room with high ceilings. I don’t even see a door. There’s nowhere for me to go.

Carrie was more of a quiet person who never did anything to anyone. She worked hard on her grades. She wasn’t a very outgoing person. Carrie’s hair was dyed pink, she usually wore ripped jeans and plain t-shirts. Alison on the other hand was the total opposite of Carrie. Alison was known as the school bully. She never did her homework, and she was loud and outgoing and not to mention very mean. Alison had black hair and usually wore shorts and t-shirts. Both Carrie and Alison had blue eyes.

Pain spread throughout my whole body as the impact of the fall left me quite disoriented. Fumbling my way through the forest, I looked for a place to hide. After a minute, I managed to conceal myself into the shrubbery surrounding a tall willow tree. Motionless yet alert, I listened to all the sounds around

The water that is sprayed at us feels good against the heat of a West Virginia July. The guide looks around for possible hazards and steers us away from them with the help of the paddle maneuvers we had just learned an hour before. I look to my side and I can see a sharp steep cliff. I can squint my eyes and actually see people rock climbing. It’s something I can’t see in Chicago. The color of the cliff contrasts with the blue sky. Little metallic pieces of rock reflect off the sunlight and it makes it look like the rock is sparkling. Above us is the New River Gorge Bridge. Almost 1000 feet in the air, it watches us pass below

Once there was a boy. His name was Ross Howner. He was only a peasent to most, he lived in a small village called skedia in the far corner of the kindom masonia. Just as every other person though, he had a secret. His secret was far more greater then most. You see, Ross was a warlock, so he had magic. But if anyone found out he would be hung at the sight, for the kind of Masonia despised magic. His mother was the only one who knew about his magic, for she had magic too. His dad hated magic almost as much as the king. So Ross could never let his father know, about him or his mother.

It was 3017, and life has never gotten this difficult. Ever since the Gem was stolen, our Kingdom has fallen apart. The once tall, magnificent redwood trees protecting wildlife and hope now wither, with its discolored, curling leaves piled on the ground surrounding them. The distant sun situates our kingdom in a bath of darkness most of the day. Now, it was my job to save the kingdom. President Huckleberry, leader of the kingdom, selected me to go on an expedition to retrieve the gem. My eyelids began to shut, when a familiar ring then fills my ears.

Long beaten out by the glaring sun, Noctis and his friends stood on outside of the car. Prompto, who was leaning on the front wheel, gawked at the young woman coming up to them. Her blonde hair was tucked underneath a faded, red cap, along with that, she wore faded blue jean shorts and a faded yellow jacket zipped down to reveal an orange bikini top that Prompto couldn 't help but drool over.

“What are you doing here, I told you never to come back.” shouted Jack’s mom from down the hall