Edward Hunt: A Short Story

In the story of “Old Doc Rivers,” readers learn Doctor Rivers, an alcoholic who is surprisingly able to do his job in impeccable fashion. Physicians require a tremendous amount of coordination and attention, thus seeing a physician that is consistently intoxicated is concerning. Like Morphine, Dr. Rivers appears to use the alcohol as a coping mechanism, thus generally improving his work. Physicians are not exempt from suffering from illness and addictions. Dr. Rivers, “always had a jug of it behind his desk,” an indication of his embrace of addiction. Though dangerous, Dr. Rivers generally does a satisfactory job, leaving his patients with no reason to complain about his addiction. Do physicians that suffer from deadly addictions have to be barred from practicing? Dr. Rivers brings this debate to light. Physicians should be able to practice as long as they are not harming their patients. Though physicians do have a high responsibility in their career, they cannot be treated as outcasts for dealing with problems other people face on a regular basis. Physicians deal with human problems and patients must be aware of that. The social pressures put on Dr. Rivers to address his addiction ultimately led to his decline as a physician. He was a mediocre physician while sober, but a great physician while under the influence of his alcohol or dope. As Dr. Rivers comes to terms with his addiction, he starts messing up more, indicative of the mental battles some physicians face. He epitomized the saying, “doctors make the worst patients,” creating a dangerous situation for himself as he began to decline further into his addiction

I looked through my window and saw an older man waiting outside. He stood there in an old gray suit and red tie. It was him all right, I knocked on the window to get his attention and signaled him to come inside. As Edward R Murrow entered my small two room apartment suddenly filled with the stench of cigarettes. I stood to introduce myself.

“It’s not everyday we get company around here,” I reminded myself, “we haven’t shown our chateau in ages.” As we walked down the elegant staircase, each step creaked one by one. My hand-held lamp with the bright, burning fire was in clutch as we walked around the dusty furniture until we saw some of my men. They were silent, but you could see the fear in their eyes - almost like the fear in Rainsford’s. One had the guts to come up, and offer another light looking for a way to impress me with his concern, but I quickly declined.

This is an attempt to alter Edward to conform and become ‘normal’ by removing his source of individuality. The message ‘one should be out of the ordinary’ is demonstrated by this, which adds depth and more meaning to the film.

“In a world where we are forced to conform to society, it is necessary to have personal chaos”, said Alan Armstrong. The movie Edward Scissorhands spotlights society’s structured rules and one man who refuses to be like the rest. Edward and I are comparable in the sense that we’ve both suffered conformity, been swallowed for our diversity and shocked by the intensity of love.

Now, he was well on his way to Washington, chasing what he had long since presumed to be nothing but a ghost story. Still, he had no anxieties or qualms about following this latest of long, winding paths. The world, after all, had its beauty, even mixed in with all the persisting misery and sorrow, and it was like his eyes had been opened to it for the first time in a long while yet. People had become so enraptured in

Arising from her perch, she held out her hand for her date to grace with his lips. There was a slight pause as she did, her brow quirking up expectantly as she held his gaze. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do, since there was something in his eyes that reminded her of his brother. However, in that same breadth, she found herself glancing away -- the memories of the masquerade too fresh, too soon. “Everett,” she greeted, a playful smile ghosting across her lips as she pointedly glanced at her outstretched hand. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. I wish I could have found a more convenient time for us both -- but, in light of recent events, such an endeavor seems more or less

He began raising questions after his mother was sedated without her consent at a nursing home in the city, “It’s very, very convenient for staff at care homes to conceal drugs in the food and drink of residents, not for therapeutic problems but to make the residents easier to manage.”

As is true with most forms of creative expression, art is inherently subjective; the written medium is no exception to this rule. Despite this subjectivity, certain aspects of writing hold objective worth. Literary merit refers to the characteristics which determine higher quality writing and, by doing so, serves as a differentiator meant to apply objectivity to a traditionally subjective topic. Such an approach can be extended to distinguish the value of two popular short stories, "The Most Dangerous Game" and "Hunters in the Snow." Whereas Richard Connell's "The Most Dangerous Game" delivers a formulaic example of consumer-driven commercial fiction, American author Tobias Wolff provides a stunning illustration of precisely how literary merit manifests itself in the written form with his short story, "Hunters in the Snow." By comparing the character relationships, story progression, and moral statements of the two pieces, it becomes apparent that "Hunters in the Snow" is a far superior representation of literary fiction than "The Most Dangerous Game."

It was a warm summer day in Bloomham. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the sky was a deep blue. The thin wisps of cirrus clouds shone high above the backdrop of the Flemn Highlands and Herbert Conway Dam. The Crug river flowed smoothly down through Bloomham from the crystal clear Wyz lake. All this beauty would soon prove to become Bloomham’s biggest enemy.

My eyes bolted open and I sat up. Staring at the window in front of my bed the royal guards started stampeding the streets, yelling and directing each other and vehicles in the air zooming around. I sat there wondering how Justice Evans was imprisoned. After all, going to jail is a very rare thing. You would have to be practically inhumane to go to jail. I was just about to go back to sleep until I saw a shadow of a man coming full speed at me.

Walter was three feet higher than Edward was, and could lift a man up by the neck. In the riots, he saw Walter smashing people heads in and drowning people in the horse’s water bin. Edward was pale as the moon when Big Walter noticed him and walked towards him. He backed up in fast speed, but stopped when he hit a wall. Big Walter came at him, lifted him up by the collar, and readied a fist. He close his eyes as Big Walter’s fist smashed his jaw. Blood and teeth flew out of his mouth in the impact and he fell down on his bottom. Edward believed it was dead end until he noticed his rifle beside him. He picked it up and barely managed to hold it. The muzzle of the rifle touched Big Walter’s belly and before Edward could think, a loud noise rang through his ears. Big Walter did not look so big when he sat on his knees, holding his hands over the bullet hole. A shocking face lay over Walt’s face as he took his final breath. Edward did not know how long he sat there with a rifle in his hands. After a while, he stood up and dropped the rifle. The chaos had slowed down, but there were people still fighting. That was when he saw his cousin. Edward’s eyes started to water as he stared at his cousin’s

The thing that set Edward apart from the other people in Ashland, Alabama is that he knew what he wanted and would do anything to achieve it. He knew he was a big fish trapped in a small pond. When Edward left Ashland, he wandered through an unnamed town. The town was populated by people who had left Ashland, but did not have enough ambition to make it in the world. A dog patrolled the perimeter of the unnamed town and would test people to determine if they were worthy enough to leave the town. If the tested person was determined unfit, the dog would bite off one of their fingers. The dog allows Edward to leave the town. This shows the reader that Edward is indeed ambitious and will overcome any obstacle to acquire what he wants.

“You were a big fish in a small pond, but this here is the ocean, and you’re drowning,” was said by Amos, the ringmaster of the circus where Edward worked for three years. By saying this, Amos was meaning that back in Ashton, Edward was famous. He had a great life and was recognized as a hero in his town. Edward was even given a key to the town by the mayor because he had such a large impact on the small town. Edward had a large ego and a lot of power in his little town and Amos described him to be “a big fish in a small pond.” Edward thought that his adventure out of Ashton would be easy but he soon realized it was a lot harder than he imagined it would be. Edward had to work for what he wanted because it was not handed over to him. He soon

Edward is dangerous and yet he is filled with a strong desire to protect those he loves. He wears a metaphorical mask to keep himself hidden from society. Underneath the mask is a man of great importance and a great understanding of the world around him.