Homer's Monologue

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

The theme that there are dangers in temptations plays a massive role in the Odyssey, in which Odysseus and his men are always encountering situations where they are tempted to accomplish what is risky. Homer uses figurative language in his story by developing the theme that there are Dangers in Temptations of one that does not follow the rules.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

Sappho’s poem, entitled Fragment 16, is of the lyrical style instead of the epic style we are used to in Homer’s Iliad. The lyrical style of poetry got its name because it was usually accompanied by a lyre while it was recited. It also was used to express more emotion rather than telling a story. This form of poetry seems to be more artistic rather than the story telling of epic poetry of the time. In this poem we are able to use the comparison of different imagery to understand a common theme within the poem itself. The reason for the interesting title of the poem is because most of Sappho’s poetry is now only found in fragmented forms. Most of Sappho’s writing is from 600 B.C.E.

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

The couple sits on their couch in the living room of their large two story home, they moved into early in the summer, newly built, beautifully decorated. Both staring at their flat screen T.V watching pictures of their son flash across the screen with tears in their eyes.

This scene not only serves to illustrate why hatred and anger are not able to be acted out, but also serves to indicate the moment when Homer begins to engage with the fantasy. However, while Faye and Harry’s emotions are—like many of the characters—often a performance, prior to their meetings, Homer’s weren’t, which is what makes him both atypical and more dangerous than the other characters in the novel.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

“Damn you... damn you to hell!” I throw my sword in the blood soaked ground, tears running down my cheeks.

"Well, Hajime does mean, Trustworthy in Japanese(it really doesn't). I'm sure that the other me would do a great job helping you navigate the treacherous path of a first time." He answered not at all fooled by her tease. "Also, if it was with me, you probably would get too emotional. You know, because of all the deep seeded feelings and raw attraction you have for me. " He added not wanting to let her off the hook without firing some shot on his own back. "Don't look at me like that. You know you've been craving the flavour of the Orient." This time, he began chuckling and shaking his head at his own joke and let himself sunk underwater to give him time to regain partof his missing poker face.

After a long and tiring day, filled with unsatisfactory precipitation throughout the whole time, I found myself in front of a cheap hotel, wishing I was back home.[1] Not only did I feel awful, but I also looked miserable and by the way I was being stared at and treated, I probably appeared as a fugitive.[5] Despite everything, I spent the night there.[6] The following day, after running my daily errands, I decided to spend a night in a hotel owned by Dr. Brown. We became instantly close when we discovered our shared interest in books; therefore, our friendship lasted for as long as he was alive.[3] Being that there was not one place in Europe where he could not share an experience from, I pictured him as a doctor who moved from town to town.[4] He had many writings of his own.[2]