"Don't worry, Tori," my dad tried to tell me before he died, but twelve-year-old me wasn't listening. I was too scared, because if my dad said those words, it meant they were going to be his final ones. "Victoria, look at me. Please, Tori, just look." I had never before heard his voice like this. He was pleading with me, his voice sounding so broken. "When I go wherever I'm going, I don't want to go there knowing that you're lost. I want you to know that you need to keep being my happy little girl." My hands were clamped over my ears, but I could still hear him quietly sobbing. "Dad. Just shush, you'll be okay, just be okay. Please be okay," I begged. "I love you, Tori, and I'm going to die. I'll be okay, but I want to know that you'll be okay. …show more content…
Instead his sobs turned choppier and more erratic. I was suddenly scared that he was going to die right there. "My boy's gone. My baby is dead!" Mom grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room. I could still hear his sobs as she dragged me to the elevator. When I tried to sleep that night, they were all I heard. The only time they went away that week was when he died and my sobs replaced his. Chapter 2 Six years later, I was a perfectly adjusted teenager with friends and a safe home, despite the fact I had lost three fourths of my family. Hayden was the only one that stayed after Lucca and my dad died. My mom left me not even a week after they died. I never really understood why she left, but after a while I was glad that she did. I was better off living with just Hayden. He loved me, even if I was never really close with him. We were born seven years apart, so we didn't really have much to bond over. My other brother -- Lucca -- and I were a different story, however. Lucca was only four years apart and we were close. He would defend me from bullies, and when Mom and Dad fought, he would let me watch TV with him in his room so I couldn't hear their
All of a sudden I hear an awful cry. It was as loud as a fire truck's siren. I knew exactly whose cry it was. My heart
Hubris is a very popular theme in Greek mythology. Hubris was a very important moral concept to the Greeks. Committing hubris was a very serious crime. Hubris is defined as having extreme pride or arrogance. Pride became hubris when it became all consuming or hurtful to others. Other actions that were seen as hubris were acting as if you were equal or more powerful than the gods, or trying to defy them. Hubris was a severe crime that deserved a serious punishment, and it was the downfall of many characters in ancient myths.
I was awoken from the lights coming on and my grandma yelling at me saying “Wake up, we got to get to the hospital your brother was just in a car accident!” At that moment I was dead I didn't know what to do or say, so my only option was to get up and get dressed. When we were going to the hospital it was a straight down pour and I sat there looking out the window with my mind racing with questions like “What's going to happen to my Connor?” and “What's going to happen
I took hold of it, allowing him to pull me up. My back was sore at this point.
I buried my head into my mother’s shirt. My warm tears dampened her shirt, but I could tell she had no intention of pushing me away. There were other voices around me, but her’s was the only one that I cared to focus on. “You’re a strong and brilliant little boy,” she said to me, “you shouldn’t let this move break you down like this.” I knew she was right, but I was just so furiously confused that I didn’t want to acknowledge it. “How could you know?” I howled, “you’re not the one who’s spending hours alone every day because you’re too terrified to ask anyone if they want to play a game or hang out or even have a conversation!” My sobbing intensified. “No,” she quietly said to me, “but you’re not the only one who left Costa Rica to come here.”
Hubris is defined as "excessive pride or self-confidence; arrogance" (Dictionary.com). Hubris is a common flaw in tragic heroes; Achilles, Hector, Oedipus, and Creon all displayed hubris. Despite any redeeming qualities these men may display, hubris is the dominating personality trait. In Greek tragedy the heroes strive for glory and recognition in order to feed their hubris, and their hubris only causes other flaws, such as obstinacy, egotism, and narcissism, therefore hubris is the most destructive trait of the Greek tragic hero. This destructive trait can be seen in Achilles' rage and betrayal, Hector's need to prove his worth, Oedipus's relentless desire to solve the mysteries of the past, and Creon's inability to admit his mistake.
The intention of this paper is to explore the link between hubris and metamorphosis through blasphemy. In mythology, there are numerous folktales of consequences from self-pride and folktales of metamorphosis as a form of punishment. The common theme that ties these two concepts together is denial of the gods and goddesses. There are several myths of people, whose vanity and lack of respect for the divinity of the gods, resulted in them being turned into animals by the gods themselves. A folklore that exemplifies this connection is the Arachne myth. A woman who took pride in her craft while denying Athena, was turned into a spider by the goddess herself. This myth is not only found in Greek and Roman mythology, similar primeval folklore have
I thought I would never see Cayden again it was almost like her already knew and didn't care but when he saw this he would. I returned three days later to see papa sitting on the couch and I didn't know why. I went up to him and he said. “ I know you know you don't have to be like this I just realized you are more human than killer monster and I can not change that I ,love you Connie And I am very sorry I wanted you to kill everyone dreams. I just free like they should have look to see what the weather was like before they send my ,little girl outside I wish I had her back as well as ker mother.” “ Papa I come back because I missed you not to kill you when I was in town everyone would run away and I realize that you are one of the only people who loves me or could love me I hope that you came forgive me for running away. And if you still want me to kill everyone I will as long s that makes you happy and I can be with you because you are all I have a swell and I never want to give that up.”. “ No I want you to be a normal girl and I realized that when you were gone I ,ove you Connie and I hope that you know and understand I wouldn't train you for a million dollars but if I could get my family back I would and I would also keep you. Love you Connie now get to bed you have school tomorrow.” I love school I fit in
I stared at Phoebe for a good five minutes thinking about her growing and losing innocence. I was in denial about a lot of things during our ride. As I was slowly drifting asleep, the cab had come to a sharp stop and I had opened my eyes rapidly. Before I knew it I was at home, a place I’d also call hell. I stepped out into the slippery and wet sidewalk and stared at the stereotypical, happy family home. I waited for Phoebe’s fragile body to get out of the taxi. I looked around the depressing area and noticed one thing, my hemorrhage-popping parents were home. What am I going to tell them? I thought. Phoebe gave me a look of desolation, not knowing what to say or
Hubris is a word created in the Greek civilization. Aristotle defined it as the shaming of someone’s gratification. Hubris was also seen as the defiance of the gods because of the person’s high view of themselves. Many heroes in epics are afflicted with hubris, it is something that the hero must overcome with humility. Hubris is Chuck Noland’s vice in the film Cast Away.
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He immediately started to cry his eyes out. He didn't notice someone was standing over him.
Laying down, holding the letter to her chest, she closed her eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, her little brother knocks on her door to come tell her dinners ready. She didn 't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is her laying in her bed, so he thought she was asleep. He told her mom this. Her mom goes to her room to wake her up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in her hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake her up. She’s screaming her name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and you won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at her mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to her lifeless body. It hits him, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Her mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about her suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Her teachers think they were too hard on her. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how good you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. he can’t handle it. he breaks
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They are pleasant dreams, but he always wakes up feeling horribly guilty. As he curls up between the cool sheets, feeling the throbbing delight ease away, he tells himself that he is despicable to feel this way, as despicable as the man who used to use them like toys. It is only in sleep that his constant, careful self-control slips, but he hates himself even for that.