Castles: A Short Story

At first knights and soldiers in the armies were of little social status. “Many knights in fact possessed little more than peasants” (Spielvogel 244). War was looked as kind of a barbaric act in the beginning and many knights could be found fighting each other. While some of this was tolerated, as they were seen as “defenders of society”, the Catholic Church decided that there should be some ground rules. At the start of the eleventh century, the church urged knights to take an oath to protect churches, and to not harm noncombatants. These rules allowed for battles to follow a civil path and to be carried out in a noble way.

Firstly, In the midst of all, you were angrily speaking to your enemy in the forest. A forest that you believed be stolen from your family. “Ulrich von Gradwitz snared in his stolen forest ‘There's real justice for you”.(p.153). But your forest was not stolen you

From the internecine feud between the characters in The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne by Ann Radcliffe, to the more recent love triangle in the Twilight franchise by Stephenie Meyer, Gothic literature has now been around for a couple of centuries to entertain its readers with tales of mystery and darkness, of romance and passion between a woman and her enigmatic lover

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

I picked my left hoof up and used my right to launch myself to the left of my opponent. If he wanted me to go right, then so be it, I would go right. I thrashed away from him, bringing my wing up and aiming it at his jaw. I didn't want his teeth on my neck anymore. But the motions pained me, the ache he had left in my chest was still present and my breathing still wasn't quite normal. Stepping away from him was painful, too. He was hurting me even when he wasn't breathing down my neck.

We Have Always Lived In The Castle is a novel written by Shirley Jackson, a popular and influential American writer of the 20th century. The narrative revolves around two sisters, Mary Katherine and Constance, who live together with their amnesic and out-of-touch Uncle Julian in their opulent, ancestral home. The sisters’ parents and brother, as well as Uncle Julian’s wife are dead, all killed by arsenic put into the sugar bowl one night at dinner. Constance, who cooked the meal, was acquitted for the crime but was still held suspect by the village while strangely enough, Mary Katherine had been sent to her room without dinner that night as a punishment and therefore was never questioned. Despite this tragedy, they seem to live happy, stagnant lives until their distant cousin Charles shows up desiring the family’s wealth and bringing radical change. The novel is played out through the consciousness of the younger sister Mary Katherine or “Merricat,” who has wild fantasies and modes of processing the world around her, inserting the reader into her demented imagination. Shirley Jackson employs fairytale and witchcraft into the story through imagery and symbolism presented by Merricat in order to convey the psychoanalytic effects of ignorance and isolation.

I awoke from my nap with a jolt. There was a man stabbing his sword over and over again into my belly. What is with these people and swords? He yelled out that his name was Beowulf but all I could do was howl in pain. “Please stop!” I screamed but he didn’t stop. That made me very angry and so I pushed him off and prepared to fight. We fought for a long time before he finally defeated me and as my world slowly went black all I could hear was the tapping off claws and then my mother’s

Compare and Contrast essay Two of the most memorable and interesting works which I’ve read in the British Literature course are The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne, written by Ann Radcliffe, and Sense and Sensibility, written by Jane Austen. These books were both interesting and complex, and so they have both similarities and differences. They have numerous differences in their authors, tone, themes, time periods, forms, plots, and relevance. The differences are very vivid, so much so that at first look, they nearly obscure the similarities.

The Medieval Period lasted from the 10th century to the 17th century; this was the time of castles. The word castle is derived from the Latin word castellum which means fort. Castles still stand today as one of the most magnificent structures ever built. Not only are people fascinated with their grand splendor, but with their luminous presence of authority. Castles were not built for defense alone; they were symbols of social status, wealth, power, and intimidation. Kings and queens were not the only people to inhabit castles; noblemen could also construct their own castles.

I remember the orange walls in our living room. The depressing atmosphere in the house that day. I realized what was actually happening when they started fighting in front of Luci and I. They would fight about the silliest things, but this one was the biggest. Dad cheated on mom. They made us go back to our room, we didn't listen. We peeked behind the hallway and watched those bright orange walls turn dark gray. They were yelling and screaming and mom was sobbing, barely able to talk. It was a horrible day. When dad moved out Luci and I were very confused and weren't exactly sure what was going on, we were only so young. My mom got very sad and cried a lot. We stayed with grandma most of the week, and I always loved seeing her. Mom got more

William Faulkner’s A Rose for Emily also displays the same fold-in-on-itself mystery that We Have Always Lived in the Castle calls forth. In both stories, past time is brought to the reader’s attention, both through flashbacks, as found in We Have Always Lived in the Castle and through a narrative present reporter that gives information on a past story-arc, where he or she is well aware of the ending, i.e. the present. The two stories also both hold an element of mystery for crimes that are only implied, but never actually expressly stated by the person committing them. For much of We Have Always Lived in the Castle, the reader does not know that it is Merricat who poisoned the sugar bowl. It is not until the house has already been halfway

She ran, her breath coming in gasps. Just a few more steps. Tears fell freely, blurring her vision, but that did not matter she still remembered the way. The worn rock steps had been a comfort to her when she was a child. Now they pierced her bare feet cutting into her skin as broken as she felt. The destination was a place she had once called her own. The maids had told her that the kingdom was guarded by magic to keep away anyone who tried harm to the royal family. She refused to believe them of course, magic was long dead in her

This paper will provide information on the volcanoes of Hawaii, where it is known to be the home of one of the world’s largest volcanic islands, merely second to Iceland. It is not just the beautiful landscapes and wildlife that spark the interest to this particular area, but the uniqueness of the Hawaiian volcanoes and islands themselves are what make the area so significant. There will be information spanning from the history of the origin of the islands to how Hawaii must adjust to the volcanic hazards in order to keep the area livable. With these ideas in mind, I will first address background information on the area and set the scene as to what makes this area so special. Then I will transition to the history of how the

A phone call. That’s all it took to ruin what left of my day. One single, seemingly meaningless phone call. I could have just ignored it, then it wouldn’t have royally damaged what was remained of my stupid, tedious, unhappy assignment. It was a simple enough job, for the money at least. Put a neat crater into some business officials face, let his brains leak out, call to confirm, get the cash and leave. Easy. The stuck up prick went to the machines downstairs to get a pop at around 8:37 in the morning, roughly five minutes after he arrived in his posh, professional office probably with a gold or bronze name plate that showed he did none of the work but took all the credit. This bloke worked for five minutes then had to get something

The next morning, after a delicious breakfast of croissants, coffee and fresh fruit in the beautiful garden (Pietro’s pride and joy), Mariana and Murat packed a picnic basket of bread, tomatoes, nectarines and pecorino cheese, and climbed back in their car.