Asriel: A Short Story

“Facing it” was written in response to the creation of the Vietnam memorial in 1988. The poem is shared through the eyes of an African American soldier as he illustrates the mental struggles of visiting a memorial representing one of the most controversial wars.Posttraumatic stress disorder is a mental health issue developed as a result of experiencing or witnessing a life-threatening event although unsaid, it is inferred that komunyakaa suffers from such mental disorder. Individuals with Posttraumatic stress disorder, commonly known as PTSD, usually experience symptoms such depression, shame and reliving the event(NIMH). All these symptoms can be exhibited as the narrator express his feelings throughout the poem.

Shad Aelfe and I went back, pre-Corps, pre-tech, back to picking scrap to survive when the power grid failed. He was a little guy, five foot two without the attitude to go with it. He would tell you he was obsolete with a broken tooth grin and a twinkle in his eye. Wet eyes twinkle, like fresh protein in the moonlight, and Shad made sure you knew he was wet, or fresh if he was in the mood. We shared some hard times together and I didn’t begrudge him the wetware upgrades, I wondered who he killed for the money, but I didn’t begrudge him. He might have been obsolete but his willingness to be modified and reconstructed gave him a depth of being that made him priceless as a counselor. He could speak with authority about the dangers of fads. And

The next morning I wake up and decide to confront Asriel today at school. I go to classes as usual, i eat lunch and talk to students as usual. But at the end of the day I go out to the cheer field. And I know that Asriel will be there, in due time. I sit, and I wait. Finally I see her walking my way as if she did nothing wrong. “Asriel! I know that you don't understand the concept of love, but really?! Killing him out of sheer jealousy? What is wrong with you?”. She looked at me and laughed, like what I was saying was a joke. But it wasn't. Isaac was dead and it was her fault.”

Brand had many questions for Aranloth, but his first task was the king’s welfare. And the queen’s, for to her he also owed much.

The next morning, when Charity woke, the wonderful aroma of brewing coffee filled her nostrils. It reminded her of when she was a little girl and woke at her grandparent’s cabin. After dressing and going into the front room, she stopped short, seeing Jeremiah sitting at the table with his gray hair and beard she momentarily thought he was her grandfather, before realizing that it was Jeremiah. For some reason, Charity had forgotten they had company. She quickly twisted her hair into a bun and pinned it, making herself presentable.

It all started on one cold, exotic, saturday night. She had gone with her friends to a rodeo in the quiet town of Eureka. She had gotten VIP seats because it was her friend Eve’s birthday, and Eve had to help sing the national anthem. She watched as Eve sang beautifully, and held her part like she had never had a problem. Afterwards, Eve came back and sat by Alaina and the rest of the girls, which consisted of Morgan and Sam. They had just started talking

One afternoon, Ase, a Swedish penguin boy, who was visiting the U.S went for a bike ride to the park.

Over the past year, Aaron had sworn to her over and over again that it would be the last time she had to get upset. The last time he went back on his promise. She knew whenever they had gotten together that he was going to be more than possessive and controlling, however, she had never anticipated that it would get to be as bad as it had. Honestly, to anyone else, it probably wouldn’t have been as big of a deal as it was to her. The thing was, he had known. Before they had gotten together that summer, he had known how she was, who she was. He had told her he could accept that, that it wouldn’t be a problem for their relationship. His actions, though, proved that to be a lie as well. No matter what she did, how she tried to reason with him that she needed more than just their relationship in her life, he treated her as if she were a common tramp; which she definitely was not.

Moving purposefully down Main Road, then bearing right onto a path that led to a collection of small, but well-tended cottages, Alis took several deep breaths. Giving up was not an option. She and Mary were the only skilled midwives that served the populous town center, and without them, women and babies would fare worse. Tragedy happened, and unless Alis made an egregious mistake during a delivery or follow-up care, she would endeavor to not blame herself when tragedy struck.

His name was Al. He was asking himself some questions. He wasn’t sure he could do it. He had to find an answer. And so he left home to see the world. He went outside the comforts of golden sheets and soft pillows to put himself to the ultimate test.

Forty minutes passed and all of his shadow clones reported back, all of them giving him a sad smile saying they couldn't find Raiden anywhere before disappearing. He left the Senju compound, and headed to the Hokage's office, perhaps the old man knew where Raiden was.

Once upon a time, in the small village of Beacon Falls, there lived a young woman by the name Ivy Argent. Ivy was known to be a strong girl with the big heart. The Argent girl was excellent at archery and everyone knew that. Although one day, something unfortunate happened. The girl's mother fell highly ill, and only had a few days left to live. Ivy was devastated, her mother was the only person she had left, and she wasn't ready to giver her up, especially not to death. Beacon Falls was a little village surrounded by a dark forest that held creatures of the night, and they had very few medicine, none that could help Ivy’s mother. Although, there was a myth of a doctor, just past the forest that could help heal anyone, and even though Ivy’s

A day feels like a week, a week felt like it could go for a year. The noises hushed to a mere whisper. The hallways vacant, everyone in their own space, mentally and physically.

During the changing of world economy, it is increasingly common to hear the term ‘emerging markets’ and from news and report. In the mid-1980s, the term ‘emerging markets’ was created by the World Bank, and has significant influence on the global business world nowadays (Gwynne, Klak and Shaw 2003). To raise investor’s attention to those developing countries, there are numerous characteristics springing up which are given by researches and economists. However, some of those characteristics are contradictory and it is difficult to give a real definition. This essay discusses the main characteristics of ‘emerging markets’ as defined by the World Bank and economists.

In the play Hamlet by William Shakespeare, the audience of Shakespeare’s time period as well as today’s audience would have recognized the play as a revenge tragedy. But, this is not your typical revenge tragedy, this one has a twist. As in most Elizabethan revenge tragedies the ghost appears to further motivate the action or reaction of the hero. However, the ghost in Hamlet not only appears as part of the plot, but surpasses the traditional role of the ghost and becomes an actual character within the play (Mandell).