Essay On The First Night

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

“Wow, she's talkative, you got a good one this time, cuz.” His voice was grinding on me and all I wanted to do was smack him.

The discussion of identity in philosophy has a history equal in length to philosophy itself. Mathematics fundamentally relies on the Law of Identity, so it is a natural result that this law be questions qualitatively as well. Therefore, for the unacquainted reader or those who wish to refresh their knowledge, I will include an excessively brief overview of the relevant history leading toward the main topic of the essay: John Perry’s A Dialogue on Personal Identity and Immortality, and my subsequent response. The summary will include a segments on the Greeks, Saint Aquinas, and Cartesian Dualism. And will be followed by a brief introduction to Perry’s dialogue. Finally, I will argue that the main premise of Perry’s dialogue is ill-founded and

Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.

Oh NO, no, no, no, no, no. Ugh! Not today, not again! The shock must have shown on my face, because he quickly said “No, not about that, the governor picked me for the night watch and I just wanted to let you know.”

We run until the footsteps of the unknown thing fades to a soft patter and I realise how out of breath I am. looking at the others I see familiar features in the one who demanded we continue running. his face sagged but had a cheerful look. I look at the others they too have something familiar about them, one has a unique hair style- as if practised methodically and coated in hairspray. Another dressed in murky blue overalls- which I could’ve sworn belonged to me, and the last was young and had a look of sadness, hope and longing in his eyes when he looked at me but his features and hair resembled that of the older man. The darkness enclosed them and then the silence was broken with an explosive moan, then the almost inaudible footsteps came pounding louder and louder, closer and closer. we bounded into action running in- as best as we could tell- the opposite direction. Then a high pitched screech came from the woman with the stiffened hair. I turned and stopped to see the young girl being dragged

He exited the truck and for a moment, Paul and I were alone. I wanted to hear his voice again, so I blurted out a question to him. “Will you show me around tomorrow?” He looked up at me, confused. “Melanie, I hurt you. You really want to spend time with me?” I rolled my eyes. “I hurt myself. Your face just happened to be part of how.” He laughed, “Sure. I’d love to show you around.” I smiled and could feel the blush rushing to my cheeks as he stared at me. I stared back, and he returned my smile. Our moment was ruined by Leo, who had apparently decided we’d taken long enough getting out of the truck. He pulled open the door roughly. “Mel, out. Paul, move to the passenger side. Let’s go for a

My first reaction was to fight, and I sprinted, pain forgotten, over to the creature, my hands already in fists, a fierce look on my pale face.

I walked down a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The frosted glass window on the door that spelled doom seemed to stretch further away with every step I took toward it. My heart began to beat at a more brisk pace, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes narrowed on the shiny clean brass doorknob. I had completely forgotten my mother was alongside me until she had to pull me back into reality. She grabbed my arm and tugged me forward. With slight resistance to her strong grasp we dredged on toward the door. I watched in slow motion as the doorknob turned and a giant mad scientist smiled down at me. The angle of his head allowed sadistic shadows to stretch down upon his glowing evil eyes, and his curled, sinister smile.

“I can’t fuck myself, Frank. That’s what Gee’s here for,” Bob messed around with Frank. My jaw dropped. Ray stopped in his tracks and laughed so hard he fell to the ground clutching his stomach. Mikey covered his mouth with his hand. Gerard just looked at Bob, I couldn’t tell what his facial expression was. Frank just laid there trying to process what Bob just said.

I slowly opened the door and stepped inside hearing a gasp from the other room.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Muy borracho," I said, and everybody in the kitchen burst out laughing, even the dishwasher with the lazy eye and the broken teeth. I couldn't tell whether they thought I was funny or stupid. I wasn't even sure what I thought myself.

The RMS Titanic; A Tragedy Based on Class. In April, 1912, the so called "unsinkable" Titanic set sail to New York. The great ship was as big as five city blocks, and weighed thousands and thousands of tons. Everyone who was everyone grabbed a room on the luxurious ship for the trip of a lifetime. On April 14, 1912, the RMS Titanic struck an iceberg an sank into the icy depths of the North Atlantic.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.

I stood up, slamming my hands on the table and shouted, “tell me what?!?” All heads had turned toward us.