English Writing
Dear Diary
I am standing alone in a lake. The water is still, and there is no one with me - nothing containing any life… and yet I still feel like something is observing me. I can’t hear anything or see through the thick blanket of fog that carries an air of melancholy across the marsh. I am standing alone in a lake.
Until I open my eyes.
Tranquillity leaves me and I am transported to a place where there is no adequation; where hierarchy takes over and all beings abide by it. If you enter this place and you begin the journey deficiently, you will never be accepted into this complex community they call school.
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I gasped for air between sobs. Tears from my wide, moistened eyes streamed unchecked down my pale
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I knew without a single doubt that there was not even a semblance of the most miniscule of smiles on my face but that I did, in fact, bear the dejected expression of a prisoner as he ambles towards the gallows.
Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”
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With my newfound sense of worth - the desire to exact some kind of revenge for being so subjugated was inexplicably tempting. Though some say that by forgiving we become virtuous, was it not Shakespeare himself who said, “If you wrong us, shall we not
Pressed against the cold wall, I emitted a set of vehement screams. I struggled against my shackles, rattling them vigorously. I let forth more screams, as a frigid object was thrust mere inches from my face. The motion recurred, but this time, the blade slashed off my ear. I howled in torment, feeling the blood gush from my wound, hoping that someone would hear my agonizing pleas and rescue me. Each time I screamed, my shouts echoed back, surpassing my own in volume. The imitations continued relentlessly as I attempted to shout more forcefully. I shouted until only one stone remained in the wall my betrayer, Montresor, was building around me. I no longer had hope, the fight was dying from me. Surely this was just a joke, a frivolous farce?
I groaned -I wrung my hands -I wept in utter anguish. Oh, this spectre of death!
As I boarded the ship alongside the others a flood of emotions came over me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so many at once. Joy, anger, confusion and misery; but most of all disappointment. I am disappointed in how we acted, turning against one another, and how we lost control of our ability to act in a civil manner. Disappointed that we couldn’t come together in unity to survive. I looked over at Jack and his hunters, Jack shot a nasty glare at me. I couldn’t bring myself to glare back. I realized that I am just as guilty and savage as he is; I am no different. I didn’t deserve to be here, none of us did. We acted recklessly and viciously like wild animals. I thought of Piggy and his innocence, if any of us deserved to be here it was him.
I WAS sick, sick unto death, with that long agony, and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence, the dread sentence of death, was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum. It conveyed to my soul the idea of REVOLUTION, perhaps from its association in fancy with the burr of a mill-wheel. This only for a brief period, for presently I heard no more. Yet, for a while, I saw, but with how terrible an exaggeration! I saw the lips of the black-robed judges. They appeared to me white--whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these words--and thin even to grotesqueness; thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness, of immovable resolution, of stern contempt of human torture. I saw that the decrees of what to me was fate were still issuing from those lips. I saw them writhe with a deadly locution. I saw them fashion the syllables of my name, and I shuddered, because no sound succeeded. I saw, too, for a few moments of delirious horror, the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies which enwrapped
Managing to climb quicker than both of my rivals, I weathered the fast-paced trek up the rock climbing wall on the school playground. Competing against me were two boys, both of whom mocked me for daring to challenge their athletic capabilities: they believed the girls were unable to beat them in anything. Little did they know, my parents raised me to believe that I was capable of doing anything I put my mind to. My hands shook vigorously as I took hold of the pegs and my feet ached inside of my pink light-up sneakers, but I was determined to make it to the top.
I could feel the burning of tears in my eyes as I sat up and groaned. I looked around again. This
Hearing an adolescent weep these days or glimpse tears filling anyone’s eyes reminded him of Lety, of all those other prisoners, he didn’t smile, or shout anything to. They all desired that, sympathy, empathy, understanding. The elderly man tipped his hat to them in sorrowfulness.
Man! Did you know that according to Source 2, “an estimated 1 in 5 students in the U.S. is either bullied or a bully?” I find these statistics mortifying. There are two types of people involved in bullying- a bully and a bystander. A bystander is someone who doesn’t help the person being bullied. A bully is someone who intentionally hurts someone. I believe that kids might be bullied for many reasons. According to Source 2, a student states that he was bullied about his hair and about what he wore. Kids might be a ruthless bully because of issues at home and anger. I believe that severe bullying is worse than a bystander because they suffer more severe punishment, develop a horrible reputation, and they are the hugest cause of teen suicide. Clearly bullies are the horrific guys here.
Warmly I embrace thee with such an immensely lustful tenderness that I have at last realised that it is uncomplicated for you to overlook the torment I voraciously endure. The blank obscurity in my gaze is overlooked and neglected, all at the fault of the gleeful adumbration I have rashly stationed upon my own shoulders. It is of my own culpability, though I am nonetheless perplexed at your sanctioned naïvety. What right have you that permits this? You do not even attempt to comprehend the matter anymore. Is this but a malevolent deception that everyone I’ve met is associated with? I wail thunderously in agony, yet you only seem to detect the tranquilest of murmurs. Leisurely you seize my sanity on innumerable occasions, provoking my
Bullying is something very serious and should not be joked about. Bullying is whenever someone that you may know tries to harm you in any way possible. There is for different types of bullying, cyber, physical, verbal, and emotional. Thousands of people get bullied daily. Children and young adults have been harming themselves because of it. It’s a serious problem.
By now the victory has worn off, and I am left with both an overbearing feeling of guilt and exhaustion. While in the catacombs, I remember Fortunato saying, “I shall not die of a cough." At the time, he didn’t know how right he was because, in the end, I would be the sinful soul to wrongfully kill him. Day by day, I wake up to a black and white world, even the sunrise has lost its wondrous glow. My mind has led me to try and find a solution at the bottom of a bourbon bottle. Yes, the liquor helps me sleep through the night, but I always wake up the next day recounting how I wrongly handled my jealousy and anger. The weight of burden that I carry on my shoulders is almost unbearable some days. Now, every time I walk down the street, I feel that everyone that looks at me knows what I
Have you ever seen or experienced bullying and the dramatic effects it has on its victims? Unfortunately nine out of every ten students have experienced bullying in school or online. Many people believe that bullying is a part of growing up and kids do not know any better. Bullies are intentionally causing mental and or physical damage to their victims, which will affect them for the rest of their lives. Bullying has shown that it can cause self inflicted injuries and even suicide in America today, and there should be no doubt that we need to protect our youth today. We need to enforce a law that will have bullies face harsh legal punishment in order to do
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