Disgusting : The Tale Of Onnmund And Adephagia

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur. The sky looked overcast, but there was only a slight chance of rain. The path was slick with mud, the person ahead of me was struggling to move forward. Every now and then a bird would fly by, probably a tern or gull, but maybe a bald eagle if we were lucky. When I looked down I could see the little holes that the fiddler crabs lived in. We passed both of the waist-deep holes--nobody fell in that time, not accidentally at least. We finally arrived at the salt pan in the middle of the marsh. While there, the participants in our camp received a talk about the soil they were standing on. Instead of listening, that time I stood away thinking about what we were heading into next. The mud pit was one of

Beowulf can be analyzed in an endless numbers of ways. There are different morals, themes, and meanings behind the story. A common meaning, maybe even the most important, is the dual ordeal in Beowulf. The dual ordeal is an external battle with vicious opponents and an internal battle with human tendencies of pride, greed, cowardice, betrayal, and self concern. Each external battle Beowulf wins, his internal battle grows.

He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy morning. ‘A good day.’ He made a mental note to himself. The sun baked through the curtains, sharpening his enormous shadow. He thought of that fussy factory owner and sighed.

Long ago, before you and I, the sun shone always. There was no night, and the sun always watched over his people smiling no matter the weather. The people were grateful for their everlasting daylight and held festivals for the sun monthly. During these festivals, there were cheerful songs and poems and the people danced in the most beautiful way. But, one of the festivals, the sun vanished and the sky became black. Confused, the people went to their town’s oracle, Ona, for answers.

The morning air seeped through the open window as the newly rising sun glowed on the barren rock landscape dome. It wasn’t so barren though, there was small house that laid nestled in the rocks. The house was more like a small shackled shed than an actually house. The house was small and simple, made out of wood equipped with a chicken coop and garden. The house was had one room. In the room was a fireplace, coal burning stove, table for two, and a twin sized bed shoved in the corner. The bed was unmade and a man stood at the stove making his morning breakfast of eggs.

Merlin took a break from moving about Arthur's chambers, tidying up, to stare absently out the window. The sun had risen warm and bright over Camelot today. And down below, the courtyard was bustling with servants and guards and knights, all hurrying about to do their various separate tasks and duties. It was just a normal morning for all of them. Nothing out of the ordinary. But as he stared down at the scene before him, Merlin couldn't help but shudder to think how close they had all been to not waking up to another normal day.

The excerpt from the story of Beowulf, tells of the hero’s triumph over the cannibalistic monster named Grendel. Although, the story if read literally is quite common for a hero’s tale, it truly is more about a hero’s duty, acceptance and loyalty.

This story takes place in a little town out in the middle of know where, a place called Hogsfeet. The year is 1805, June 5th, early in the morning around 5:00. The day is just getting started, farmer's are out trying to get all their plowing done early, but the heat isn't going to let them get done like they had wanted too. Stores are just now opening up for the day, most people still asleep, travelers packing up so that they leave and cover miles of ground. Animals, making there annoying sounds, roosters waking up the kids and wife's of farmers, you can smell the animals, and maybe if your in the right spot you can smell the breakfast for the kids and farmer's that the wife's cook.

It was then, in an impoverished village in Corinth, when Apollo stumbled upon a hole. The hole was quite simple, yet somehow he was attracted to it. It was as if there was a magnetic force pulling him towards it. Near this quaint hole, Apollo found a rusty shovel. Upon the side of the shovel, engraved was the name Hephaestus, the god of blacksmith himself. He firmly grasped the neck of this godly shovel and penetrated the soft and moist dirt releasing the sticky dew from the morning. Apollo dug for hours and hours, and still could not find anything. Apollo began to cry. The red-hot stream of tears raced down the side of his face while he recited this

Chapter One Woods Once upon a time there was a guy that has been stuck in a shed in the woods. He was sad, he have been there for two whole weeks. Every time he tried to get back home he would go in a circle. It was dangerous in the Cabtart Woods there were mean trolls, and bugs that are the size of your head. He just realized he did not take a path but, it was shadowy and creepy you can just see the troll’s eyes watching you. He made his own spear and bow narrow it took two hours but, it was worth it he went in the woods……..also there are more creatures in the Cabtart Woods ok so he went in and the first thing you see is a cabin he went inside the cabin. And there was a witch, the witch did not see the guy so he snuck out the window the witch

The setting of The Shack is a shack in the woods and this story takes place in modern day. It is in the dead of winter the weather is really cold and it has recently snowed at the shack. As he is walking away from the shack it transforms into a magical and pretty place. The weather at the shack is now summer and it is very humid and hot. The

It was the darkest night of the year and the winter winds had finally arrived, biting into the skin of the traveler as he pushed onward through the forbidding forest. The villagers had warned him against venturing into the woods after sunset; they pleaded, saying that people had gone into the forest and had never been seen again. But he had a deadline to meet. The traveler was carrying a letter for the magistrate of the county beyond the mountains, a message warning of an impending attack from the south. The traveler had to get to the county before dawn or all would be lost, so he hurried deeper into the unfriendly wilderness. He paused, leaning against an ancient oak to catch his breath. Crack! The traveler’s heart froze in his chest. He looked around wildly, searching for the source of this sound. He was about to call out to determine if the noise had been caused by a person, but the words died in his throat as he heard laughter. The laughter sounded like that of a child but there was something off about it. There was a cruel twinge to the laughter, almost as if it was mocking him. The laughter subsided and was replaced by the sound of something scratching against wood. The scratching noise sounded almost metallic, as if it were made by a knife or a sword. The traveler drew his own blade and shouted “Identify yourself, friend or foe?” The scratching noise stopped abruptly and a child’s whisper replied, “Friend? I’d like very much to be your friend. Let’s play a game.” The

“I really want to go home,” I said to myself. I was exhausted from cutting the vast amount of trees that was for building my own house. I had never imagined that I was going to build my own house in the middle of this unknown forest. Also, this unknown forest was magical. It has talking animals and plants living in this forest. It is blood freezing cold and creepy in the night, but also interesting if you try to enjoy the time you spend in this magical forest.

Here, Hopkins establishes a connection between God’s grandeur and light, which he continues in the second stanza with his description of the sunrise brought forth by the possibility of rebirth as well as continuity in nature. Although the sun sets in the “black west,” “morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs” (12). The sun, a source of energy so far superior to any source to any man-made source, becomes an expression of God’s care for the Earth, offering the possibility of freshness and growth despite all of man’s abuses.

We arrived in the small, rural town unsure of the direction to take. My friends and I were very concerned and becoming increasingly more stressed at the thought of a being lost in a small village for the whole day. To no avail, we attempted to email my professor about the hike. So, we continued our search online, and around the town. However, the town seemed abandoned, with only few locals in their own yards. Nevertheless, after thirty minutes of stressful preoccupation we found a website of pictures to led us to the destination. We thought that would be the end of the troubles, but it was not.