Fortunatus Narrative Essay

Passions drive people, and the townspeople in “The Lottery” and Paul in “The Rocking-Horse Winner” are no different. Each of the members of the unnamed town has a strong passion for tradition. The original black box used for the lottery is described as being, “lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born” (Jackson 251). This sentence gives the reader an understanding that the lottery is an ancient tradition that has become an integral part of the town’s lifestyle. Such a tradition can only be carried on for this length of time if the people are passionate about preserving the tradition. Paul had a passion to be wealthy as a way to prove to his mother that he was lucky. From a young age, he saw that his family always wanted more money to support a better lifestyle, yet

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

Like Bridie and Sheila they too are the forgotten victims of war, left to get on with life in their new country. The opening short sentences establish an atmosphere of sadness and apprehensions as the negative connotations of ‘dampness’, ‘crowded’ and ‘sank’ denote feelings of loss. As the ‘Immigrants’ wait in silence, the onomatopoeia of ‘the train’s whistle’ is a stark reminder of their transition into a new world and loss of the old. A melancholic tone is used to frame feelings of depression coupled with the pathetic fallacy of ‘crowded air’ and ‘dampness that slowly sank into our thoughts’ to capture vividly the common experiences of dislocation that is being felt. The alliterative use of ‘slowly sank’ highlights a loss of hope further denoting pessimism about an uncertain future in a country where indifference is experienced. Skrzynecki’s use of personification ‘time hemmed us in’ reflects the confinement of the immigrants as the extended metaphor of time is symbolic of stasis in their lives, moments of transience, but with little meaning. This loss of identity, both cultural and personal is further expressed through the figurative language where the powerful simile ‘like cattle bought for slaughter’ profoundly expresses their fear and pessimism through

In the Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass an American Slave, Douglass portrays his entire life and adventures. He also explains how it was like to live in that era for slaves and even some of the slaveholders too. I selected to write about how douglass believed not only slavery had a negative effect on slaves but their masters also. In this essay I am gonna try to assert not only my opinion but Douglass’s too as slaveholders changed not only in lifestyle but as a person as well. Also i am going to describe the feelings for that time in general how slavery change the world in many ways in the past and now.

Joan seemed to accept this answer. “And how long have you lived here in Camelot?” she asked.

Lying on the uncomfortable, terrible, backstabbing prison mattress, I am feeling exhausted. I hadn’t slept for days after that traumatising incident. The fear and pain I am feeling deep inside me is unbearable and seems to become more and more horrifying as time goes past. As my cracked lips tremble, Pearl-shaped tears slowly drip out of my puffed-up eyes and down my frail face, as I remember that unforgettable moment that happened in a split second. I stare at the damp, dirty ceiling with my heart completely shattered, trying to think of reasons why I should live. The more I think about the accident, the more distressed I feel.

In the beginning, Riis described a raid which was made by policemen. The object of that raid was the stale-beer dives. He said that the squads sent to make simultaneous control on all tramp’s lair in the area. After that, they caught several tramps and sent them to the police station. Then, Riis described a room of one tenement. There was a dirty floor, broken chair, and many things that it shouldn’t in the memory of the man. In that place, there was a group of poor people. The policemen broke into that room and surrounded those people. There was a thirteen person in that dirty room. The police took them and went to another location. In another location, the policemen found seventy-five men and women and arrested them in four small rooms. When they went back to the police station, there were two hundred seventy-five tramps, who were captured by policemen, packed them into groups to be arraigned in the police court. He said that the tramps might be sent to an island for six months. After that, he described the people’s life in that area which known as “the bend”. He said that a share of stale-beer traffic has left “the bend” due to an Italian tramp

On 11 SEP 15, I was working as Patrol unit 1L27. I was driving a fully marked OPD vehicle # 1243 and I was wearing full OPD wool uniforms.

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn.

As I saw him walk towards my locker at school, as he usually did after 8th period everyday, I could tell what was about to happen. My name was all that I would let him say before I finished what I already knew he was going to say. "You're breaking up with me". And then I just turned and walked away as he called my name yet again but did nothing to catch up to me. I walked down the hallway by the counselors office in the B building where my group of friends usually hung around and exclaimed that he had just broken up with me. They offered me quick condolences before I walked to my bus and sat quietly till I got home. What then felt like a bitter goodbye eventually felt like a necessary sadness in order to obtain happiness.

15 hospitalizations in the last 5 days have been reported in a tourist booming city along the coast of California. Many enter the hospital with swollen feet, coughing, fever, vomitting, uncontrolable muscle contractions, bruissing, and some even have their skin splitting open in random areas on their arms and legs.. Many autopsy results have shown a rare venom that is a trait to only one animal in the world throughout each of the patient’s blood.

On the way there we stopped in a big town called timbuktu also known as the city without walls. It had everything a city needs except walls of course. There were lots of people for some reason, but we didn’t know. So we asked some one and he said that he was part of the rebellion. I was amazed, we had found them so soon. They were here because they were going to attack closer provinces, and they were also here to get more weapons . I quickly told as many of them and to spread the word. We shall leave by dawn,” I said.

I speeded up, crossed the bridge, and headed north to Santa Clara. I was going to college. After so many years, I was still moving. Ten minutes later I finally saw it, the Santa Clara University.

My mom squeezed my hand with tears running down her face. She quickly wiped her eyes when the nurse walked in. We were ready to get the appointment started. First came the normal check up procedures. I desperately wanted the doctor to come so I could tell him my symptoms and get out of this place. The nurse finished up and we were told to wait for Doctor Phil to come in.

There are many ways to supplement a story in order to add lucidity. It is done through literary devices and Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried" is no different. "The Things They Carried" is a narrative about a soldier at war in Vietnam. However, this story provides multiple layers of meaning through O'Brien's tone and style that help the reader further understand it. Both of these literary devices are embedded in the story and gradually help define it.