Creative Writing: Is It Worth The Cause Of Death?

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Fear of death is the most common use of fear in literature. Many people are scared of their own deaths, and those of their family members, and sometimes even the death of an entire culture. Sometimes in literature, people avoid death for the wrong reasons, such as when death will inevitably follow an action, and people try to avoid it. Another use of fear is of illness, disease, and aging, people tend to be scared of these because they can lead to death, and obviously everyone is scared of death. These three common uses of fear are prevalent in the Dark Romantics stories read in class.

unclear why she writes so much about death because she had not experienced death close to her

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

King shrugged. “Well that's an unexpected thing to say to me, I didn't ever swear to be your partner in whatever your life long plans were.”

Sickness is spreading fast in Pennsylvania.I do not want my mother or daughter to catch it. My husband died of yellow fever 2 years ago.My daughter will be staying with sister in Baltimore Maryland.While I was there I met a nice young lady named Asiah and we agreed to travel to Oregon with me and my mother.I am bringing $700,a sewing kit,and a cooking kit with me.My mother has agreed to drive the wagon.

If you were asked to imagine a world without touch, could you? I’m sure I couldn’t have, not before 2035 when antibiotics became defunct that is. Since then no one has had any interaction with anyone or anything; we’re all far too worried about infection. Think about it: no hugs, no stroking your pets and definitely no going outside without all your protective clothing. And then a new virus gripped the earth, infecting all of us. We called it virus-T.

One of the reasons the narrator says he holds a fear of death is because he would no longer be able to see the face of a beautiful woman and have the chance to be loved by her. The image of this woman is created when Keats says, “ And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, that I shall never look upon thee more, never relish in the fairy power of unreflecting love,” (Lines 9-12). These lines show a sense of wishing to belong through the longing for love from this woman, and this wish creates a fear of dying before there is a chance of it coming to be. Another reason for the narrator’s fears is missing the chance of gaining fame before dying and, instead, his remaining time being wasted alone. The image is created when Keats says, “Then on the shore of the wide world I stand alone, and think till love and fame to nothingness do sink,” (Lines 12-14).

It was the year 1996 in the month of June, I will never forget that month and year because it

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again: but already it was impossible to say which was which," a quote seen in the political satire, Animal Farm. This novella, by George Orwell, symbolizes the Russian Revolution by using characters that are allegorical to leaders and followers during that time. Numerous animals reside on Animal Farm and expect life to be exceptional without their former farm owner, Mr. Jones; however, they were incorrect, and the totalitarianism creates a tragic misfortune of chaos and exploitation. Animal Farm includes many leaders and followers, such as Napoleon and Boxer, causing corruption and manipulation due to Napoleon's violent tactics and Boxer's obedient lifestyle.

Instantly, Maria felt an odd feeling swell up in her chest—a feeling that the miserable little orphan girl had never before felt. It was a feeling of warmth—not a warmth from the air that leaked into her cold body, but a warmth

Dementia. The degeneration of the brain and its propensities: brain cells deteriorate, weaken and die. The disease impacts an individuals thinking speed they become incoherent and struggle with their day-to-day memory. Aside from the sufferer of this destructive disease, it drastically impacts the people closest to them. We were all victims.

I was taken up, put in a chair at the side, and told to keep my mouth shut by the teacher, who