Original Writing : The Spire Rose High Over The Soot

“The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight

Mary then started to follow the crew member towards her first class cabin which was located 5 decks away from the ship’s motion. When she entered her luxurious room, she gasped she saw a nice bed with elegant furniture. The floor was covered was shining wood.

Bird with the broken wing. - the bird was flying in circles, representing Edna’s thoughts in her ind swirling and her dwelling on trying to escape but not being able to.

Before me loomed the old observatory which would be our home for the next year. Its walls were an expanse of red brick stacked on red brick, contrasting the two white front doors and the white domed tower. It sat atop Henrick Cliff with large fields sloping down from the front of the house. The tower could be seen rising from the back of the house, with the cliffs edge and sea beyond that. The observatory looked like a forgotten castle, waiting for the next rulers to occupy it.

The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.

Wright had broken the cage door and killed the bird. The only way the door could have become unhinged is if considerable force was used on it, because bird cages are built to last a long time. Mr. Wright, being a “bigger” man, provided that strength. Mrs. Wright could not have due to her small stature, unless provoked. The owner of the bird is Mrs. Wright. If the owner of the bird was Mr. Wright then he would not have broken into the cage because pet owners have no need to break into their pet’s cages. This also means that Mr. Wright intended to harm the bird when breaking into the cage. Mrs. Hale’s statement supports the notion of Mrs. Wright having a pet bird, “‘There was a man round last year selling canaries cheap-but I don’t know as she took one. Maybe she did. She used to sing real pretty herself,’” (13). Mrs. Wright would’ve also wanted a canary because of her husband’s personality. Mrs. Hale suggests that he had a cold personality, “‘But he was a hard man. Just to pass the time of day with him-.” She stopped, shivered a little.”Like a raw wind that gets to the bone.”...”I should think she would’ve wanted a bird!’” (14). The mutilated canary proves that Mr. Wright did break into the cage and he did in fact, kill the bird, as suggested by Mrs. Hale, “‘No, Wright wouldn’t have liked the bird,” she said after that-“a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that too.” Her voice tightened,” (17). The murdered bird is what Mrs. Wright was so angry about when she was sewing that one patch of the quilt. She would’ve been angry over the murder of the canary because she loved it, and people get angry when pets they love are hurt or killed. Mrs. Wright had wrapped the bird in silk and “she was going to bury it in that pretty box,” (16). Silk is expensive material and for Mrs. Wright to intend to use it for her canary’s burial indicates her love for the

Not only are the themes present for the readers, but they contribute to the character evolution of the dynamic personage: Mary. Themes such as the quest for immortality, man vs. society, man vs. self, the experience of alienation, and the character’s role as a hero are the universal truths which can be examined and elucidated in this text. In conjunction with these themes, readers fathom the maturation of Mary because the themes attribute as reasons to the discovery of Mary’s identity in her society. Motifs such as man vs. society, vs. self and the experience of alienation are correlated to one another and evident in the text. For example, quotations "No, I - I don't care." (7). “Mary knew what they were talking about. Her neighbors’ conversation, otherwise not troubling, might at any moment snag itself on this subject...causing her to look despairingly out of windows..trying to find some wonderful explanatory to bring it to a stop” (4). Mary is benevolent because of her thoughtfulness towards Mrs. Fullerton and her consensus on the demolishment of her own home. She doesn’t believe in destruction causing stability. The hesitancy present in Mary’s voice suggests the exposure of immense amounts of societal pressure inflicted upon her. She is frightened to defy the social norms and what must be done in the context of building the lane through Mrs.

The main hallway of the Sternwood place was two stories high. Over the entrance doors, which would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn’t have any clothes on but

The beautiful Empress was strolling threw her rose garden, and notices something very strange about her rose bushes. The flowers and then trees started to withering. “Damn, it just couldn't be happening all over again.” He said to herself as she quickly ran over to look over her castle's walls. Her flying fortress was slowly descending in to

The sun cast its golden light through the leaves and the trees and onto the metal plating of the jeeps and tanks. In autumn it was typically Fitz’s favorite time for sights. The leaves fell and the sun looked, to him, at their fullest. It was beautiful and as he stared it reminded him of his home in Virginia, but unfortunately home was far from where he was and the smoke from behind settled. His home was gone, yet the Autumn kept him steady. Fitz was reminded of his two daughters, but he would see them no more. He winced. Autumn had been a usually calming season, but he was at an unsteady alert staring ahead at the path.

This time, the page was turned to a dying bird. And I mean, really dying. Most of the picture was this one wing, held straight up. All its feather were spread out, and you could see how Audubon got their pattern down - three rows of long, overlapping dark feathers, tipped white at the ends. You could feel how the wind would cruise over them. It was beautiful, and it’s just what you looked at first. And then you looked down at the second wing, which was crushed. And then you looked at the

Traditionally ‘Raven’ has been presented as the bringers of betrayal, disharmony, misfortune, and death; and the ‘Crow’ is presented to be the representation of death and the all the darker aspects of your character. But unlike crow, the raven is also presented in mythology as clever, mystical beings, full of power and wisdom.

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

It’s gone, the escape ship. My last chance at getting home slips away from my finger tips, every breath I take the closer it gets to getting home where where I’m supposed to be. Mia turned away from the air tight window, and let her heavy body fall to floor. You know the feeling of ‘“a punch in the gut?” Thats exactly how Mia was feeling right now. Except it wasn’t her her gut, it was like a fast moving bruse encasing her entire body. Her limbs turning numb, her head shaking further and further into her body. Her head drooped and Mia Mia felt the hot wars begin to flow down to her face, burning the cuts that had ravaged her face. She didn’t to think about that thing stepping on one foot on the earth she

The hopeful words of the Empress run through my head again. My eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the dazzling bright light coming in from the open circular window. I was aboard the SS Mary, an extravagant white ship heading to Rycon. It had an intimidating presence that took one's breath away. I stood up while wary of the swaying ship and stretched out my aching muscles. My attire was wrinkled and discolored, but I didn't mind. I grabbed the royal bodyguard overcoat that was on a tiny rickety chair. The coat was elegantly laden with medals and had a bright velvet-like red color just like my dyed hair. I was currently on a voyage to foreign nations in order to ask if they could endow Euteria with the means to bring the plague to an end. The Empire had cracks because of recent issues, such as the rat plague, undermining unity across the land. I believed the Empress could unite the land just as soon as the plague was dealt with. I heard commotion coming from the deck, so I stepped out of my comfy little room and went up to survey the scene. After six days of enduring gruesome storms and narrow pathways through jagged cliffs, we were finally within the shoreline of Rycon. The men on the boat were both dazed and groggy from the harsh travel conditions, but seeing the shoreline renewed their strength. The