Happiness Does Not Belong To Me

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed — I aided — I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew

It is evident that this literary work has an expressive approach. The author shares a personal experience of rescuing a kitten from “beneath her house.” In her reflection, she reveals what the basement symbolizes to her, which is both comfort and death: comfort, because she finally rescues this “tiny creature”; death, because she is in need of a rescue herself. No one else is aware that she is beneath the house, and she is so far beneath, in a small space; she feels as if she may be stuck and die there. She compares her feelings to what she thinks a fetus may feel right before delivery, and states that,“what the body remembers of birth it anticipates as death.” Erdrich expresses her emotional reactions throughout, and she carefully selects words that cause an aesthetic effect. She says the kitten has a “piteous cry” that she can hardly stand to hear. Then, she gets so close to the kitten and brushes its fur, but the kitten “scrambles away,” and she feels a “slight warmth” come over her, which is a “mad calm.” This “mad calm” pushes her to complete this rescue mission. She continues to try and catch the kitten, and she continues to fail. Her desperation is apparent, but she prevails and “takes a deep breath, and remains patient,” and finally she catches the kitten.

From across the room, I felt his eyes upon me. Louis had us seated at a table near a window overlooking the slow flowing muddy river. Myles Laveau sat across the room, his dinner companion’s back was toward the room and to me- I was seething with a need to view her face. Why was I feeling this way, he was not mine… I had no right to be angry. I had Louis to my left and Boudreaux to my right, but wanted what was out of reach- at least for the moment. I knew I could have him again; Myles Laveau affected me the same way the flame-haired woman had, but unlike her, he made himself available. The simplest touch from him sent quivers through my pleasure place; just the touch of his eyes upon me had me quivering with desire for him, and

" One would think that since they were friends, Delacroix would refrain from trying to hurt Tessie. Similar uses of irony furthermore helps the reader understand the sheer brutality of the

“Anna, after you take me home, where do you go?” I asked her pushing further, hoping she wouldn’t clam up. “Where do you go to wait out what might happen to you?”

“Where will I go when you aren’t here?” Sarah said, her voice breaking a little.

“Do you think.. we.. can find somewhere to stay?” Looking outside, it seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t even know what state they were in at this point.

But Alexandria was excited, her body ached and she knew that the man before her would not leave her wanting. She smiled softly and licked her lips, she wondered what his skin tasted like. What he sounded like as he lost control? What he would feel buried deep with her body? The mad man, the bloody prince, the animal, god how she wanted him.

Since my mouth appeared to be cemented shut, I was unable to form any words. I could no longer do anything except listen to my thoughts and watch the torch dim. Why had Montresor ruined my life? Wasn’t he was my friend? I struggled against the manacles, hoping to liberate myself from this enslavement. The niter building up in my lungs was not good for a decrepit man like me, so I had coughing fits until my throat was raw. Furthermore, the rapidly swelling lump on my head was bothering me, and my missing ear caused pain that was nearly

The remnants of the storm hung heavy in the atmosphere, adding to the gloom of the unlit apartment. Tom sat on the couch, his damaged arms laid out in front of him, the bloody razor still gripped tightly between his thumb and forefinger. He stared at the open window, watching in fascination as a cool breeze ruffled the net curtains, the channel of air rhythmically caving and billowing the fabric in an exotic dance of mesmerizing beauty. The hypnotizing sway reminded him of Salome and her veils, and closing his eyes, he visualized Brigid Bazlen’s portrayal of the voluptuous seductress in King of Kings. For the first time in almost a month he felt a stirring in his groin, and unbuttoning his jeans, his slipped a hand inside

The story of the movie The Pursuit of Happyness directed by Gabriele Muccino portrays a family who struggles with finding enough money to pay taxes and afford living expenses. The movie takes a place in San Francisco during the 80s. The two main characters are the father Chris Gardner and his son Christopher, Will Smith and Jaden Smith respectively. Gardner tries to support his family. But every time he attempts to make things better, they always end up worse. Gardner in the story wonders on "how to be happy?" He earns his money by selling the bone density

Boudreaux stood gazing out a large window that faced the slow moving river. When he finally turned toward me, he was brooding, his appearance, dark and menacing. His eyes were not the soothing moss green color I adored; they were almost black, threatening… The brooding look added even more mystery, maybe even a little hint of the danger I remembered from when I had first met him. I disliked him immensely back then. His blonde mane was untidy. It had grown to a little below his shoulders, but still looked as if it had been hacked off with a dull axe. The humidity of the edge of summer day had it twisted into rough, almost but not quite curls. His clothes looked disheveled, as if he had slept in them for days. His face showed worry, anger, and maybe… resentment. I wondered if he knew what I had done. Was that what was bothering him?

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

It should go without saying that one will go through life having many experiences, and more specifically pleasures, we strive to experience these pleasures owing to the fact that we think that these pleasures will make us happy. The majority of, if not all of our existence is dedicated to the pursuit of things that ultimately we think will ensure our happiness. Whether we want to go to college to earn a degree or spend all of your time exploring the world, we do what we do because in the long or short term, we assume that our actions will accomplish our goal of happiness. The pleasures that might normally be considered as the pleasures that are quintessential to exist, or things that are more typical for us to strive for, would likely

When you hear the word happiness, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Do you think of material possessions like designer clothes and accessories, the newest iPhone with the highest possible storage capacity, or a shiny red supercar? Do you think the amount of money you have or your current financial status has an effect on how happy you are? Plenty of college students, myself included, would associate happiness with possessing items like these or just having a lot of money in general. In today’s society, one common belief about social class is that the richer and more money or things that one has, the happier this will make them. This belief is reinforced by countless advertisements we see and hear everywhere, whether that be on