Descriptive Essay On A Ghoul

Dr. Gabor Mate, a Hungarian born Canadian physician, who is also a neurologist, psychiatrist, and psychologist, but who specializes in the study and treatment of addiction, reveals revolutionary evidence pertaining to addiction. In Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside, Dr. Mate worked with patients suffering chronic drug addiction for 12 years. With 20 years of experience as a family practitioner, Dr. Mate is a renowned speaker and teacher throughout North America; sharing his extensive knowledge with diverse audiences including health care professionals and educators (Mate, About Dr. Mate, 2016). The Realm of Hungry Ghosts, Dr. Mate’s most recent best-selling book, illuminates the origins and causes of addiction. As Co-founder of Compassion for Addiction (a non-profit organization), Dr. Gabor Mate encourages a greater understanding; “addiction is the attempt of affected human beings to escape a profound discomfort with themselves and their world” (Mate, Compassion4Addiction, 2015). Drawing on cutting-edge science, Dr. Mate presents the world with a shocking discovery: “The source of addiction is not to be found in genes, but in the early childhood environment.” Therefore, Dr. Mate simply “calls for a more compassionate approach toward the addict.” (Mate, 2016) As cutting-edge science concludes addiction to be a mental health issue, rather than criminal behavior, the American legal system demonstrates a devastating disservice to its own society.

However, before he could fully stand, horrible cracking noises filled the air and he collapsed to the linoleum floor with a shout as his bones splintered and shifted. His spine folded on its self, and his hips wrenched from their sockets as they bent themselves forward. Thin membranes grew between his fur covered fingers, lacing them together so that they appeared more like dog paws than human hands. Pain tore at his face as it elongated and surged outward. A terrible noise, like a mix between human screams and the pained cries of a tortured animal, split the air; had he really made that sound? His mother was screaming his name between sobs and begging his father not to shoot him, but at the moment what he felt would help him most would be if she just shut up. The cold tile felt good against his burning skin; his whole body shuddered and shook, though the worst of the pain was over. He probably would have lain there all night, not moving, not disturbing anyone, if the rancid stench of Wild Turkey hadn't drifted to his flaring nostrils, awakening in him something evil and

As he crept and searched more through the house the sicker he became. In the closet he found a “skin” shirt with the breasts still attached along with women's faces mounted on a wall carefully preserved as if they were human hunting trophies. There was a belt made out of women’s nipples, a drawstring to a curtain that had women’s lips sewn into it. However, despite all this, what really makes me sick is they found a box of noses along with dried up women's

She walked up the stair unhurried, her steps confident, and her hair still perfect without fault. As she reached the top of the stair there was slight hill that rose up before her, stood heavily on top was a creature that made her top lip rise in an act of disgust. It was easily 7ft tall, built similarly to a man, but its legs were thick and tough, no feet at the bottom like any person, they resembled an elephants, hard and wide, made to balance the large creature it was carrying. Its arms were disproportioned; the top of the arm was thinner than the bottom, getting wider and more engorged as it got closer to its hand. The hand looked like a swollen mess, heavy and fat with its tiny fingers poking out, similar to a plastic glove that had been blown up like a balloon. But it was its face that was the most disgusting thing to the girl. It was small and lumpy, its mouth taking up a large part of it, almost splitting the face. The mouth was long and thin, the sharp spikes of teeth had shot through its lips on multiply occasions, leaving the tough skin around its mouth shredded and scarred. And at the top of its head was its eyes, they were fish like, unblinking and dull. The creature in front of her was disgustingly

Andrea sat in the break room, waiting for her shift to start at 8:30, her long, crisp black hair covered the back of the seat. Andrea had her face deep into paperwork but, then noticed Mary walked into the room and looked up, took off her glasses and wiped her forehead. Andrea’s porcelain skin, looked like it has barely seen any sunlight, or even touched. Mary and Andrea had most of the day piled up in paperwork, except for their breaks. At lunchtime, Mary added to her stories of sleepwalking into the forest, including the one early in the morning.

I have a hard-working double-life of a human and ghoul identity. As a human, I am a normal school girl that attends school, having normal acquaintances and a waitress at the Anteiku Cafe. Ironically, as a ghoul, I have a reckless and ruthless attitude. Ghoul investigators captured my father when me and my brother, Ayato were still young, notwithstanding the fact the we tried to blend human society, to the point of my father, Arata, taught us how to eat human foods. As a result, I have a personal hatred towards them and did my first killing together with Ayato, trying to protect ourselves from

Native American representation in the major film industry is very scarce, and when they do depict Indigenous People it’s usually in a stereotypical fashion. Though this is the norm Native movies are able to move past it and teach a lesson through graphic media without showing the audience outright what they intend, this is as I believe it to be a very cultural thing of Natives to do. By taking back their identity with art, in such directions like that of “Rhymes For Young Ghouls” by Jeff Barnaby and “Dreamkeeper” by John Fusco there are different ways of instilling the lessons they teach and take very different approaches in showing said lessons. Throughout the movie “Rhymes For Young Ghouls” the main character Aila deals with a stereotypical Native struggle but based on the

My head is on something soft, but my body is laying on something hard, and dry. I gradually open my eyes. Sight. I look around at what I can see without moving anything. I see the group, all sitting down quiet from.. eating. Then I hear small crackling from a very small fire. I smell... I smell.. meat! Cooked meat. "She's awake." I know that voice. It's like my ears are tuned to that voice. I could pick it out in a sea of thousands. That voice makes pretty singers, who sing pretty songs sound dull. That voice makes everything else sound ugly. "Carl." I say with delight. He puts his hands under my head, then one on my back. I slowly figure out what he is doing. Sitting me up. Now that I have some strength back, I use that to help him. Most of the group is indulging in whatever food we have come across, the others are watching me. "Here. Eat this." Carl hands me a small stick with chunks of warm meat on it. I take a bite. Taste. It sends a wave of flavor over my tongue. Moistening it from the juice. I moan at the tasteful treat. "So good." I say to Carl or anyone who can hear me, all while I rip another piece off. I hear a small laugh from him and Rick. "What.. how.. when did you get this?" I don't know how to word my question. "Um.." Carl shoots a look at his dad. "Deer, about an hour ago." I nod. "Never thought a deer would make my day." I finish the last bite, whipping my mouth with my sleeve. I can feel more of my

“Smart girl.” The person replied with a deep, petrifying voice. He grabbed the girl by the shoulders and smiled wide, revealing his jagged teeth - sharpened to a point. The girl let out a timid scream, crying for help; it was no use. The creature’s teeth ripped into her clothes, and tore them to shreds. He tossed the tattered cloth into the fireplace, and dragged the girl to the bedroom. All that was found when investigators arrived was a large pool of blood and bones scattered around the room.

The Turn of the Screw, by Henry James, is ghost story that focuses on a young governess that encounters a pair of ghosts. These ghosts play an important role in the story, but there has always been a debate over whether the ghosts exist inside the story, or if they exist only in the governess’ head. There is evidence within the book to support either claim, so the reality of the apparitions ultimately depends on the reader’s opinion. This paper will support the opinion that the two ghosts that the governess sees are ultimately just figments of her imagination. Even though the governess’ ghosts are not real, she believes them to be real, and her reaction to this belief precipitates the unfortunate conclusion.

Your child's favorite ghouls have made it to Hauntlywood and the Viperine Gorgon doll is here to get them ready for their grand debut! She's a girlie Gorgon girl from Barcelgroana. This Monster High doll with pink hair comes ready to work with a full palette of colors and makeup brush that she can really hold in her hand. She'll beautify and glamorize your child's other Monster High Doll, getting them ready to rule the movie set and Black Carpet! This Viperine Gorgon doll is part of the Monster High Frights Camera Action Dolls collection. She's sure to come in handy when the ghouls need a touch up. This Monster High doll with pink hair comes with a blue makeup box that doubles as a spooktacular handbag she can easily carry on-set. She wears

The sanity of the main protagonist in “Turn of the Screw” by Henry James is a topic of debate even in this current year. It is unclear whether or not the ghosts in the story are real, or merely a figment of an insane woman’s imagination. However, the governess is sane, because the ghosts that she sees are real, and because of the unexplained death of the young child miles. The governess has the ability to see the spirits that dwell in the manor Bly.

King Leopold’s Ghost, by Adam Hochschild , shows that the violence in Africa has gone rampant and the civil discourse is an effect to the cause of colonialism. Although he does not have a life devoted expertise to the Congo, his research and background was thorough and descriptive. Conrad’s Heart of Darkness served as a primary influence to many people who seeked to further their knowledge on the predicaments surrounding the Congo. On the contrary, rather than displaying literary occurrences, he portrayed creativity in a hypothetical scenario to draw readers attention.

The Ghoul and the Skeleton fight was like a dance. The Ghoul would lunge forward, claws in front and the skeleton would dodge to the side and strike with the sword. Katherine was proud of her creation. The focus shifted from them to Ashlynn who seemed to be expertly duking it out with Father Royald outside. The door being opened to the courtyard, Katherine took the opportunity to go to the door in case her Skeleton lost the battle.

My senses exploded as I saw the illuminated, bright orange, hairy underlayer of the citrusy tangerine. While peeling the rest of the tangerine, I could hear the soft, paper ripping sound of peel coming off and could smell the sweet tang of the tangerine. I set the peel on my desk and stared at the beautiful underlayer of the tangerine. The tangerine felt like it had been soaked in the water of a warm bathtub, and as I squeezed it, I could feel the sticky juices sprawl out on my hand. I slowly brought the tangerine to my mouth. As I bit into it, I could feel the delicious juices erupt in my mouth and the tang lingered there until I swallowed. I eagerly peered into the bitten tangerine and saw bubbles of juice that erupted because of my jaws clamping down. The tangerine now appeared bubbly and I appreciate the tangerine, even if it looked like a disgusting blob before. Now I had unraveled the beauty in the taste, smell, touch, and sound of the