Katerina's Short Story: Charles Bridge

Violent crowds of people gathered around the school. “We don’t want you here,” a man yelled.” “If you go in there, I’ll poison you,” a woman said as she shook a black girl doll in a coffin. The mob continued to yell and raise their signs as four federal marshals escorted a child. A six year old African American girl. The girl walked through the mob like they weren’t even there. If she was scared, she showed no sign of it. All she showed was courage. She came to this school to get a good education and a mob of protesters wasn’t going to get her to leave. This wasn’t any ordinary girl. This was Ruby Bridges.

falls in love with a great lord (a rich and powerful man), but then he

while or was it all just a game to him? He used her and made her

"She could only just recognise the tune for what it had once been. Not that coarse parody, stilted and mechanical, a tin brashness, a gaudiness of noise." Unpleasant and irritating sounds and noises suggest the lady's discomfort, as if the song was

Escaped! Kate and Mr. Jacks were finally free but would life outside the force field be worth the sacrifice? Kate and Mr. Jacks were only 50 feet away from there magnetic prison. They were afraid to move staying within the shadows for protection. They sat there for hours fearing the unknown. What would happen in the next second, minute or hour was unknown?

Hearing him singing causes Lyle lizard to lose his self control He can't stop laughing, as he's leaving out huge guffaws.

In “Gwilan’s Harp”, Gwilan, a talented young harpist deals with loss in many different circumstances. Gwilan’s solution to her misfortune is to move on from it as best she can. while traveling by wagon from own festival to another, Gwilan’s wagon suddenly rolled over, shattering Gwiln’s precious harp on the rocky ground. Gwilan lost everything she had when her harp broke, but seeing no other way out, she sought to move on from her misfortune and

teenage girl who meets a boy at a party, they get on well and leave

In the short story “Charles,” foreshadowing convinces us that Laurie is Charles. For example, Laurie has to think before he tells his mom about the first day of kindergarten. Laurie’s mom states, “Laurie thought, ‘It was Charles’ … (11) Charles is the same person as Laurie. The author foreshadows text in there. Something that convinces us that Laurie is Charles, is when Laurie came home late and told his mom that Charles got detention and everyone stayed with Charles but when a child gets detention no one stays with that child. convinces us because Laurie tells his parents everything that Charles does and how does Laurie know everything about Charles. Laurie knew the bad word that Charles told the little girl to say because in the story it

Kate the Great The theme of Kate the Great by Meg Abbott is if you forget about someone they get jealous. A line straight from the text as proof that my theme is true "You know, Jenny you should really try to be a little more greatful that i am even willing to hang out with you. I mean, i have a lot better things to do then hang out with a whiny little eighth grader. "

"So sentimental; not sentimental, no!/ Romantic; not disgusting yet," sings frontman Thomas Mars on opener "Lisztomania", sounding like a madman with two tiny creatures whispering into each ear. - Ryan Dombal from Pitchfork

As Freder makes his transition into the underworld, we come to the scene in the catacombs where a crowd of dark figures with pale faces is contrasted with the white crosses in the background, and the touching figure of the good Maria. The construction of the great tower is shown to us as we witness thousands slaving to complete it. The workers, without choice, lug the great stones through the streets.

The darkness grew when I drove past the old train station. The grand dame stood tall and still proud, though dirty and neglected in her old age. Nearly forgotten. A dishonorable thing to do to such an amazing example of Beaux-Arts architecture. The massive structure blocked what little light there was, giving the shadows more ground

It looked like the sun had given up on trying to break through the iron curtain of clouds that it decided to lounge behind them. As we nervously walked towards the battle of our lives, the castle silhouetted behind us like someone faintly saying goodbye. The narrow barren streets were scattered with muculent mud and broken decomposed parts of the castle lay beside it reminding us that danger was slowly approaching. The street was a skeleton, stripped of its flesh. All that remains was the broken parts of the concrete structure. Quiet and derelict. The street was a river of the rusted burnt charcoal like concrete parts of the castle. Perhaps years back this street was immersed in pools of yellow light from the assaulted street lamps. Walking past the street lamps made the scent of burnt smoke go inside me like a barren soul. The street lamps were concealing us and we were inferior to the street lamps. The street lamps were covering us with darkness reminding us of the danger ahead of

Waves crashed into the small hull, her tiny voice being drowned out by the sound of it. Between the lighting flashes, she sees the two adults race along the boat, securing belongings that had come loose. Her brother sits near her, frightened and crying, yet somehow comforting as her tiny hands cling to his fur. The rain whipped around them, blown about by fierce winds, and she covered her head to protect against the stinging droplets. Another crack echoed in her ears, but this one was not accompanied by thunder. Water rushed over her feet as the hull bent into strange new shapes around her. Another crash of lightning revealed nothing but the now illuminated night sky, roiling with the dark clouds of the storm. Then the cold overwhelmed her, the current dragging her away from her sibling and under the water. Spinning recklessly, she flailed in the depths until the darkness set in, mercifully quieting