Epiphany: A Short Story

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

Verin watched a group of young soldiers grapple behind the mess tent. He split his time between checking on Fynta and offering pointers when one of the guys showed bad form. So far, comms were still offline to the group that had entered the temple, but Verin didn’t worry. Fynta was impossible to kill, and he had little stake in the others. Granted, he rather liked the Togruta. She’d fought well on Tython.

Epiphanies are, in a sense, turns on the road of life. Once one person has an epiphany, their path changes drastically. The new course may have better scenery than the last, smoother pavement, an easier route, or even a more enjoyable drive, but no matter what new path the person travels, their destination is always different.

In the novel Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, the main character’s, Guy, epiphanies begin when he meets Clarisse and realizes he isn’t happy. Guy has never really questioned the society he lives in until he meets Clarisse. Clarisse is a very peculiar girl who at a very beginning is the complete opposite to Guy and here is where the phrase “opposites attract” is shown. Clarisse thinks outside the box and Guy is basically manipulated by the government being a fireman and thinking that books are something bad and that people should not read them or even have them at home.

Today "epiphany" has many different definitions and is udes in many different ways, including "an intuitive grasp of reality," "an illuminating discovery, realization, disclosure, or insight," or simply "a revealing scene or moment, a moment of sudden or

I mean, I make realizations all the time. Like, when someone tells a joke and a week later I burst out laughing in sixth-period government. Constant little light bulbs going off over my head. Sometimes, it’s not even that an idea has never been presented to me, but just that it hasn’t clicked yet. Therapist after therapist telling me, “You care too much about what people think. Why do you need their validation?” I understood the words, but I don’t think it was until earlier this year that I actually grasped the concept of

Actually, that’s not quite the right word. An epiphany is a moment of sudden clarity, but mine was anything but sudden. It rolled in slowly and started to unfold itself, like it was doing its morning stretch.

How much impact can life and death make in someone's life? In my case, both

Through this malaise of bad news, however, there was a scattering of good. Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Brooks of Epworth received information that their son Tom, of the East Yorkshire Regiment, had arrived back in Britain. Tom had been a prisoner of the Germans since March 1918 and his injuries had meant he had to remain abroad until he was fit to travel home. Finally, he was moved to the King George Hospital on Stamford Street, London amid much rejoicing. He told his parents he was being ‘fed up a bit’ and went on to add that, ‘I cannot explain in words how glad I am to be once more in Blighty.’ Around the same time Private James Jubb of the Yorks and Lancs Regiment, whose wife, fearing him dead, had been living with her parents at the Fruit Gardens in Epworth, arrived home having been a prisoner in Germany for several months. He found the house locked and boarded up! Private Selwyn Crosby of Rectory Street, Epworth, had the distinction of being the last Epworth soldier to be released from captivity in Germany. He had been taken prisoner in April 1918 and for two months had to work behind the lines and live on a very basic diet. Later on he was put to work on farms, wearing suits made from paper and boots made from compressed paper and wood.

The poem “Finding a Path: An Epiphany Story” by By David Fraser and the short story “A handful of dates” by By Tayeb Salih Translated by Denys Johnson-Davies have some similar themes, but they also some different ones. both the story and the poem have some similar themes and imagery but when you look closely at them then you see that they have many little differences. Stories and poems when compared to each can other have some similar themes, but if you look closely you will always find that they are not as similar as first thought.

What is the real meaning of marriage? Living in the 21st century to me marriage is when two souls that are meant to be together find each other, It is when one will do anything to be with the one they love. When getting married you are making a commitment to care for one another and love each other in happiness, health, sickness or any situation that might come up. When married one should have the feeling of not being able to live without their other half. One should feel free when being with their loved. While some view Ms. Mallard's perspective to be disrespectful, it is clear that Ms. Mallard views her husbands death as her only opportunity to freedom, due to the pressures of society in the 1800’s.

I nodded my head deftly as he held me in his arms. He only needed one as I sat there in his grip. I almost felt like a child being held like that, sitting on his arm.

I felt my heart stop. This audition would determine what I will spend the rest of my year doing. Making it would mean that I spend the year working on jazz music. I take a deep breath and listen to my starting note, a C. I open my mouth to sing and begin remembering all the training I’ve done for this. It remind me of the state competition.

If you have ever been down the Trail of Thought, you know the horrors that you witness there. Normals being memory wiped for knowing our secret. Going home as though nothing happened. That is exactly how my story starts off, with a curse, but you will never suspect how it ends.

I found myself inundated by the music that was surrounding me. The music was unknown to my ears, but still I danced my way through the crowd. It was so loud that I could grab the music notes in the air and save them in my pockets. I couldn’t even hear myself think. The lights, the atmosphere, everything surrounding me made me feel like I could live forever.