Essay : An Overview Of The Night '

21), which were her teeth. Perhaps he used it so often because it is one of the most terrifying ways to die, or maybe to express feelings of what he wanted to do to someone. If the latter is true, it would explain why hatred is in so many of his pieces.

One of the main themes throughout the book is the title of the book “Night”. There are references from Eliezer about night during the book, which are full of symbolism. The word “night” is used repeatedly, and Eliezer recounts every dusk, night and dawn through the entire book. For instance, Night could be a metaphor for the Holocaust—submerge the family and thousands of Jewish families in the darkness and misery of the concentration camps.

The barbarian drew his lance back and prepared to thrust it forward, forever ending Athos young life. He took a deep breath. His muscles motionlessly danced their eagerness to be used. His heart pumped harder and harder, even as his eyes lay closed and his face calm on the outside. Do not go

“Ouch. That cut deep, little finch. Careful what you say about the wall that protects you.”

“You don’t understand Alyxander… Shes incapable of handling a task this big. If you really want to send her to her death….well then, what type of Watchdog are you. Surely not the kind i’ve known.” There was a woman standing tucked in the corner with a man. They looked to be in an attack.

Even after all those twenty years, he still thinks she was gorgeous. Yes, even twelve years ago when she was still maybe, ten? It is not totally her appearance. She looks like a little fairy from the story. She was active and she was beautiful. Her brown hair curls a little and always shines because their owner takes good care of them. Even when it was the middle of the night, Carl can still see her working on herself, from her hair to her toes, literally. Every little details are being considered. She is a quite considerate person, but she doesn’t show it normally in life. She would rather just let others to think that she needs help and then help her, because she was so little, innocent and most importantly beautiful. With tears in her big blue eyes, she can get everything she want.

“You’re out numbered lad. Don’t even think about trying to pick us off one by one, for we are stronger than you, so take off all your belongings now.” replied the bandit in front of me and trying to scare me.

Preco signals for Blunder to retrieve something for him. Blunder, knowing exactly what to give him, finds the dagger that was placed in a pile along with the other weapons that belonged to Creos. He comes back and hands the dagger to Preco.

Nervous -- very, very nervous I had been and am! But why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses -- not destroyed them.(…) It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! He had the eye of a bird, a vulture. (…) Now this is the point. You think that I am mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely and carefully I went to work! (Poe 1)

Everyday goes by in high school all the same, monday to friday from 7:45-2:25. The jocs are in the gym, the cheerleaders are well cheering for them, the stoners are outside by the side of the gym doing a deal, the geeks are in the library reading and trading comic books, the nerds are in the science room talking about how much they hate the populars and how they are going take over the world one day, the couples are in the bathroom stalls, and then there is me, Teagan Powers and of course my best friends Imogen Morgan and Peyton Nelson. We all are in the groups that we hang out with we don 't interact with other groups and we don 't change groups. Some people not from our school say it’s awful how thats our school works but somehow it actually works for ASHS, Altadena Southeast High School. It still amazes me that my high school is functional but I guess by now it doesn 't surprise the things that happen and just blow away like a feather in strong winds. But even though one thing can change your life. One word from one person one time can ruin your life and only the people involved know about it and only the people staring in it get hurt by it. I never knew what it felt like it to be in a fight until freshman year of high school. So here it goes, how my life turned upside down them shattered into a million peices. It all started my first day of high school.

It was someone pointing to his head with a gun, he didn’t know who it was because that person had a mask.

Opening his eyes, the man discovered that his fellow companion had already woken up and was patiently was patiently waiting for its master to rise from his deep slumber. Every single day was the same for him, whether it be in the morning, afternoon, or evening; however, he did not mind that his life was comprised of repetitions involving the most monotonous tasks. One of his tasks involved ringing a bell, of which he neither had no clue as to why he was doing it nor when he started doing it. But the man never ceased his daily routine because he felt strongly compelled to continue his so-called job. It was less of a physical force and more of a spiritual pressure that contributed to this seemingly meaningless task. Perhaps, in retrospect, one of the primary reasons he carried on his duty was his fascination with the vast sky that had clouds in abundance. Contrary to his ascetic appearance, the man had a strong background in physics, understanding that clouds are white because the white light of the sun scatters off the clouds through Mie scattering. He craved knowledge and coveted deep understanding. The maxim that knowledge is power suited the man more than anyone else.

Back before the women even took to the sky, there is a dark room. Windows line the wall opposite large double doors. A desk sits a few feet in from the windows with the chair positioned so whoever sits there is facing the door. The floor is made of a short, smooth carpet and the walls are white. There are very few decorative pieces and with the only light coming from the night sky the room feels fairly boring and confining.

Cameron walked with John into the main school office. She quickly took a scan of the surrounding area. There was a red-haired lady talking to a man and a girl at the counter. The girl was signing a piece of paper on a clipboard. Her analysis concluded that the red-headed lady was not a threat. There were some people in the back part of the office. She could not get a good scan of them but knew that they were four females.

“No, please, Miss. Please don’t. I can’t go home in this condition. The general won’t like it, I will go through the mill for what