Descriptive Essay On A Black Cat

	In Edgar Allan Poe’s "The Black Cat," symbolism is used to show the narrator’s capacity for violence, madness, and guilt. "The Black Cat," written by Edgar Allan Poe serves as a reminder for all of us. The Capacity for violence and horror lies within each of

The final portion of an aircraft to be created is the landing gear. Before this can be done, all of the other major pieces of the aircraft must be completed. These parts include the propulsion system, the tail, the wing, and the fuselage (Malev Virtual Training Division, 2005). Before the landing gear is designed, the stability of the aircraft must be proven, by establishing its center of gravity (Federal Aviation Administration, 2014). In a few circumstances, the structure of the aircraft my need to be changed by the designer in order to accommodate the landing gear. The main roles of the landing gear include stability of the aircraft during taxi and on the ground, loading, and unloading. The landing gear allows the aircraft to move and maneuver freely during taxing. The landing gear also separates main components of the aircraft like the fuselage and the wing while the aircraft is on the ground (Federal Aviation Administration, 2014). This is intended to keep the aircraft from contacting the ground which could cause damage. Additionally, the landing gear absorbs impact as a shock during and aircraft’s landing operation. Finally, the landing gear assists in the take-off of the aircraft by providing acceleration and rotation with the least amount of friction possible (Federal Aviation Administration, 2014). Features of the landing gear designed for the Boeing 737 will be discussed in order to give a more informative depiction of how a landing gear system works.

Edgar Allen Poe’s short story The Black Cat immerses the reader into the mind of a murdering alcoholic. Poe himself suffered from alcoholism and often showed erratic behavior with violent outburst. Poe is famous for his American Gothic horror tales such as the Tell-Tale Heart and the Fall of the House of Usher. “The Black Cat is Poe’s second psychological study of domestic violence and guilt. He added a new element to aid in evoking the dark side of the narrator, and that is the supernatural world.” (Womack). Poe uses many of the American Gothic characteristics such as emotional intensity, superstition, extremes in violence, the focus on a certain object and foreshadowing lead the reader through a series of events that are horrifying

There was a fresh chill in the air when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow was sprinkling down coating the pavement in front of the building. She had to tug her hood just a little tighter as she carefully made her way up the little entrance way.

The Black Cat by Edgar Allen Poe is a horror story about a man who loses everything he once had due to his alcohol use/abuse. The story begins when the narrator confesses his love for animals. The narrator marries a woman and introduces her to a black cat, named Pluto. The narrator begins to suffer from violent and uncontrollable mood swings, caused from influence of alcohol. After coming home drunk one night the narrator lashes out at Pluto, he quickly tries to grab the cat, only to be bitten.

April 2015 was the year Donald Trump, the Republican, announced to the public his serious interest in joining the 2016 presidency election. Trump 's highest interest is immigrants crossing the U.S.-Mexico border, and states they are "criminals.” He blames the race of Mexicans of robbing Americans jobs, and treating Americans like babies (Miller, n.pag.). What he does not know, is that not all Mexicans are "criminals," and we are not robbing Americans ' jobs. Most of us come to United States to work our hardest, and get a better job. Trump not only is he a racist, but he also has made many unprofessional actions and decisions. We should not be voting for Donald Trump because his ruthless actions against immigrants are strongly affecting our society and segregating most races within each other. He can be a dangerous future president who is carelessly choosing between the white American and Mexican.Trump shows a high interest in segregation among all races and blames most of the unemployed by allowing Mexicans to “take over”.

The theme of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird could be don’t judge a book by it’s cover because there is a lot of judgement between gender and race. “And so a quiet humble negro had a unmitigated temerity to feel sorry for a white woman has had to put his word against two white people's( Lee 273). By in the court them stating this against Tom shows that the racism is going to have a lot to do with who is going to win the case because of the skin color. As the judge is talking he is not thinking along with the jury. The jury isn’t thinking about if Tom actually did the crime they just thought he did it because of the color of his skin. “Well you won’t get very far until you start to wear dresses more often”(Lee 308). This goes along with

The Black Cat, written by Edgar Allen Poe, is a short story about a man, also the narrator, who starts out by living a “happy” life with his wife and favorite black cat, Plato. Although, he begins to be consumed by his drinking and becomes irritable. The black cat used to be by his side but now avoids him. This irritability leads him into becoming overly aggressive, which results in him hurting and murdering the cat. Then, a second cat appears who looks the same as Pluto but with a white spot on his chest. Eventually, the man starts to feel anger towards the cat and attempts to murder him with an axe, but his wife stops him. Unfortunately, his wife was hit in the head. The man then decides to bury his dead wife in his basement wall. He thinks he has got away with murder, but in the end, one learns that he had accidentally buried the cat alive with his wife. The cat reveals his hiding spot when he is caught by the police. Although it seems that the main character has committed these actions solely from alcoholism, it is obvious that there are signs he is also suffering from a mental illness.

When reading a short story many people take the details given to be the unconditional truth. This is probably why so many of these people are confused or repulsed by a story like “The Black Cat.” Throughout the story, the narrator makes numerous contradictions. These contradictions, combined with his actions make me doubt the legitimacy and truth of what he says.

Oma quietly drove the car down the slushy street. Muddy boulders of hard-packed snow lined the streets and mostly unoccupied parking lots. Thick, fluffy snowflakes whipped past under a cloudy sky the color of chilled steel. Frost crept up the pine trees along the roads, shining slightly in the dim light. The freezing waters of Lake Huron were dotted with huge chunks of ice that bobbed in the waves.

Fourteen days later, eighteen inches of winter break’s snow hugged the streets that lied underneath. However, I would still leisurely drive through it like it was any other

A lone candle burns into the senseless night. Its wax trickling down its side. I stare at the clock and it is barely half past nine, yet time seems to stand still. I stare at the window and investigate the nasty mesmerizing blizzard falling outside my window. I could not grasp anything other than the snow. All I can do is moan as each passing second this bloody snow lingers and destroys my vision of a perfect Christmas, in which Santa would come and visit me in my sleep. At the time I was only four but I treasured Christmas and the snow surrounding it. Little did I know the damage that it would entail into my life.

Edgar Allen Poe was one of the most influential and important writers of the nineteenth century. He was the first writer to try to make a living only writing. One of Poe’s most popular short stories, “The Black Cat”, is considered horror fiction or gothic fiction which Poe is known for in his books and short stories because it was a popular genre during his days. In Poe’s short story, “The Black Cat”, Poe uses a horror fiction genre, a mentally deranged and evil narrator/character, and symbolism of death to make a thrilling story with tons of suspense, drama, and gruesome detail.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.