Jarrod's Alternate Ending

“…dragged from the house on his knees. His face was bloody and when he tried to speak he cried with pain.”

Have you ever went through a heartbreak? Do you remember detail by detail a certain event. Do you get sad or happy when that memory comes to mind? Daniel Halpern in his poem “Scars” uses symbolism to talk about these subjects because it tends to move on a deeper level and bring a subconscious connection to the poem, he uses foreshadowing to let the reader’s know something important is coming up, lastly the author uses flashback to present past information relevant to present situations. Using all the literary elements Daniel Halpern creates a relatable poem discussing scars and how they remind you of your stories even when your heart can’t. Your scars are part of who you are as much as your heartbreak. The heart doesn’t remind you of what you need to remember, a scar can come from a good and bad experience. In the poem “Scars” by Daniel Halpern, he uses symbolism, foreshadowing, and flashbacks creating a strong, powerful theme, you will always remember your past experiences.

As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her

This is shown in paragraph five,“ Gathering the bent head in my arms, as freely as if he had been a little child, I said, “Let me help you bear it, John”, the narrator is feeling sympathetic to John, and wants to relief his pain. The narrator takes care of him, and tries as much as can to comfort him. In paragraph six, the author includes details such as, “I bathed his face, brushed his bonny brown hair, set all things smooth about him.”. The author purposely includes them, to show these charitable actions that can lessen someone’s pain. Aware of this upcoming death, John’s comfort has shifted its focus to positive things that has occurred in his life. In addition, the narrator shows her love and sympathy to John by pleasing him, she cuts off his hair and sends it to his mother, kisses his forehead, and buries him with the letter he received before. Human empathy is often expressed and shown during wartime, they reveal it through their empathy for wounded soldiers, that are suffering pain. The use of rhetorical devices, such as anaphora and metaphors authorize this harmony in the composition to be revealed. The actions of each character and worker of this hospital lightens John’s death and reveals their emotions towards

The teeth were broken. There was a swollen black bruise under his left eye. The cheekbone was gone...” These fragments set up the new mood in the story. From this moment on the men blame themselves for the death of their friend.

Taking another deep breath to help calm his nerves, John folded the letter and sealed it with some sticky tape. With his hands trembling he handed over his most private thoughts to Josie. After they had exchanged letters they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Once John got outside he looked up to the hazy sky and let out a shaky laugh full of relief. Maybe just maybe Josie would be the one to save him before it was too late. He hoped that she would open the letter before graduation and help him put back together the shattered pieces of his life. Because deep down that broken boy wanted to live more than anything in the

"I was terribly hurt in this town and vastly loved," she told Moyers in Creativity. She later added, "When I reach for the pen to write, I have to scrape it across those scars to sharpen that point."”. (Ardrey)

I came to a halt. My hands were bloodied and bruised. I finally let out the tears, and it wasn’t because of the pain I inflicted on my hands. It was realisation of losing my friend. Maybe we would have been more than that, even- if he was alive. I heaved, I whimpered, I couldn’t breathe. I yelled in agony, my fists didn’t hurt like how my heart

Stanford feels his phone vibrating. He pulls it out of his pocket and sees that it’s Jamie calling. He pushes answer and brings the phone to his ear, “Nice to hear from you again, Jamie” He says kindly.

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

He lay crumpled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, enmeshed in his garments, blood, and darkness. Only the purplish light created by each resounding boom of thunder cast light upon his hunched body. Thoughts rebounded back and forth in the skull of Brother Malcolm: “Agh, the agony I declare, the outjutting bone of my spine spars into the harsh rocky floor.”

I managed to get to the pod and to Charles before Fredrick, but it wasn’t easy. The boy was on my heels the whole damn way. I slammed the door to Charles’s room as I entered, locking it, and then turning to a very surprised Charles standing by his window. “You two looked like seagulls going after one prey.” Fredrick banged on the door behind me. I tried to ignore his squeaky threats to barge down the door. He probably could, but he wouldn’t get past me. Not yet anyway. “You have to tell him Charlie.” Charles’s relaxed grin immediately turned into a sour frown.

Your heart is large and you are gentle and kind, and I know you will do great things in this world” But the war, his arm, the course of things—it had made his heart much smaller … [he] understood that she had once admired him, there was something in him she was grateful for even if she could not love him. That part of himself he’d lost over the years, that was the part that was gone.

“And the time I fell off a big rock and broke some of my tail spikes? You were there and even made sure I got home safely.” said Tess.

“Why not? I killed myself and that guy in the pizzeria and that other dude whose name I don’t remember. And I almost killed eighty-six. Plus I also threw that old ladies off a bridge. That deserves smiting. Can you smite the dead? Huh. Extermination. Yeah, it deserves extermination”