Essay On The Outsiders

The Outsiders movie which was released on March 25, 1983, is a American drama film directed by Francis Ford Coppola .It is a crime thriller and is adapted from a novel of the same name by S.E. Hinton .The Film was shot on location in Tulsa, Oklahoma and set in 1965 .The story of this movie revolves around the conflict between the two different social groups ,which is the rich and the poor. It is a class versus class conflict which gives rise to a physical conflict between the Greasers and the Socs .I feel there are physical fights throughout the story between the two groups due to enculturation. The native culture that is transmitted from one generation to another among the Greasers is the reason for their limitations.

The title of the story is The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton wrote it. Dell Publishing published the book. The main characters include Ponyboy, Darry, Soadapop, Dally Winston, Johnny, Cherry, Two-Bit, and Marcia.

I don’t know what to think this big strong man in full green armor. How do I know if he is going to cut off my head. I know I need to stand up strong I cant show him that I am a coward. So i looked him in his eyes while he swung at me I flinched I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it. He swung once then twice and on the third swing he nicked my neck but that’s all. After that the green knight reveals himself to me and I can’t believe it he is the lord at the castle I was staying at. He then told me that the reason he spared my life was because I turned down the temptation of the harlot trying to seduce me. He also told me that the reason he nicked my neck was because I accepted the girdle and didn’t tell him about it but he understood

In The Outsiders, a book written by S.E. Hinton, there are two polar opposite gangs, the socs and the greasers. The socs, who are high class, have mustangs and “tuff” cars and wear plaid clothing called madras. The Greasers, who are lower class, are known for their long and greasy hair, wearing leather jackets and being hoods. They only have each other and always have everyone’s back. No matter the situation like leaving a door open in case they need to run away from home because of an abusive dad , they can count on one another. Ponyboy, a 14 year old Greaser, who is also the protagonist, along with other characters lose themselves while trying to be someone else they’re not. Hinton teaches us that it is important to remember that individual

In the book The Outsiders by S.E Hinton, it's built around the class division between the Socs and the greasers. The kids in the Socs came from privileged and wealthy families while the greaser grew up in a unstable and poor environment, and it shaped who they are and how they act. The novel deals with issues important to urban teens, and the obstacles that are part of their daily lives, showing realism in Hinton's writing. In the article ¨The Urban Experience in Recent Young Adult Novels¨ by Sandra Hassell and Sandy Guild, it discuss the importance of urban teens worlds represented in literature. The article consists of many characteristics that are established in urban youth books such as, the usage of slang, strong sense of community,

The Outsiders was about the greasers and the Socs. The Socs always jump the greasers, one day Johnny fights back, he ends up killing Bob. Johnny and Ponyboy run away to a church and hide until Dally comes and gets them. They then see the church was burning, Ponyboy and Johnny run into it to save the kids inside. Johnny and Dally get injured, Ponyboy is okay. The greasers win the rumble, the Socs will stay out of the greasers territory, Johnny passes away from his injuries, Dally robs a store, the police shoot him, and he does not survive the shots. In the end Ponyboy decides to regather his life and he starts with writing his theme for his ELA class. The book The Outsiders book, the

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And now as your blade, soaked with the black filth of orc blood and the sting of superficial wounds stung at your skin, did you mourn your life. Glancing with your old eyes to the King, you let out a breath. For a time you had split from him, but now you were careful to take your duties seriously. Your blade, crafted especially for your short height, cut through as many orcs as it could reach, keeping them from the King’s back. You knew more than any that King Thranduil would be able to watch his own front.

Entry #1: Thankfully, I’m wasn’t late to meet Dovewing; I promised her I’d see her at the border. She looked worried when I found her, for a moment I was scared she would break up with me, but she gave me even better news: she’s expecting my kits! Like a mouse-brained fool, I asked if they were mine, and she got upset when she said they were. I gave her an offer to join ShadowClan with me, but she said she’d dreamed of a Twolegplace. It had a pointed roof with sharp points like gorse spines; she sounded so confident about our kits being born there. I told her it would hard to go; ShadowClan needs a leader more than ever now that Darktail’s gone and we’re rebuilding. Dovewing snapped to meet me back there in sunrises or she’ll leave without

Somehow, I kept him from getting a shot at my ribs. I countered. The ogre sidestepped it effortlessly, but there was a change in his face. His eyes narrowed, and he started to press me with more force. The sword grew heavy in my hand. My arm trembled. I knew it was only a matter of moments before he took me down, so I figured, What the heck?

To remind his to never surrender. Borabor’s armor was battle worn but still elegant. The armor was made from ebony ore which had a greenish blue color to it. Ebony ore would make the armor light and highly protective. The armor had engraves all over of all the battles won by his hand. His gauntlets had a spell but on them to give him the strength of five men. Which he called gauntlets of ogre power. His boots where made from red dragons hide. Which where light weight and indestructible. His helmet looked like a demons skull. Covered in dragons scale, and made with a mixture of dragons bone and ebony ore. He added some goat’s curly horns. To become even more demonic and fearsome looking on the battle field. Borador’s battle axe was the same height as him and twice as heavy. The axe was sharpened on the daily to avoid being dull. The axe was made from meteorite. Which made the metal dark with wavy lines though out the entire axe. On the head of the axe were two wolves fighting with one another. Fighting over the large ruby at the heart of the battle axe. Borador was the leader of the clan for a reason. Not only for having some of the best gear, but for having the knowledge and power to make his clan

“I’m done waiting around here for trouble to find me,” Garon replied turning his back. While Garon vaulted forward, swinging over razor-sharp nooks and crags, Marus and his men waited where they stood. Marus narrowed his eyes watching the valley with much greater scrutiny. Murmurs of disquiet moved through the air. Once more, Marus heard some sort of garbled noise. Only in the last second did he finally remember where he had heard it before.

Born to Gulian Swann, Lord of Stonehelm, and his Lady wife, Balon’s time at his birthplace passed quickly. He was just barely the height of his father’s knee when he was sent to be a page for a friend of the family, younger than most, but already with the hope of making his family proud. Even at such a young age, he dreamt of being a glorious and true knight. He did his best to follow whatever task he was given. He woke early and retired to bed late so that he could practice the way to hold the weapons he was being taught, even if they were still wooden. He tried to memorize every word his teacher offered in advice. The stories of

“Have you heard the one about your mother?” I asked, a grin melting across my face as I stepped back, trying to put space between me and his big axe. The muscles in his legs twitched as I spoke, letting me know he was about to attack. “You probably have, it’s huge.”

To avoid further discussion, he turned away, and with painstaking care, he checked his armour was secure. The overlapping, matte charcoal webbing, finished artfully with burnished gold clasps only reinforced his intimidating presence. As a finishing touch. As if proving beyond doubt his power and ferocity, he sheathed his gleaming, curved Shayan sword and without a second glance, he started his run. The six-hour long journey covered over twenty miles of harsh terrain, stretching far past the borders of the infamous Blood Sands. He took no food or water, and would not stop to rest until his task was complete.