Personal Essay : The Story Of The Clouds?

As I met her parents, the divine rulers of this land, BANG! Tragedy struck like an almighty hurricane. As I approached Emma's house from a distance I had begun to realize how insignificant I was compared to her family. Their house was absolutely marvelous; They lived in a prodigious mansion which was absolutely extravagant compared to the dump that I grew up in. A sparkling gold fence towered high like the Eifel tower and the path glistened as though it were the walkway to gods majestic temple. At the gates, stood strongly built men who had an extremely bellicose and obnoxious aura about them. As I etched closer, one of the guards aimed his gun at my face and questioned my presence. Loudly, he shouted "what is your business here filthy peasant? " I replied, "I am here to visit my beloved Emma." When I finally stepped inside the majestic palace that my beloved calls home, I was absolutely awestruck. As my beloved Emma led me down the endless halls of the palace, I felt a strong sense of euphoria. It was as though I was in heaven, being led toward the throne of an almighty god, by the most alluring angel. As the door slammed shut behind me, a figure approached from the distance, I felt an intense sense of panic. As the figure drew closer, I realized who it was; he was the supreme ruler who would ultimately decide if my never ending love would last. Nervously, I muttered the words "good evening your majesty"

An epigraph is used to introduce themes and concerns. In the epigraph above the themes include angels (spirituality), gather (family) and river (water). The prologue constantly focuses on these three themes and they each have their own individual representations and meanings.

Cloudstreet Besides providing an interesting story line, texts may portray attitudes and values connected with many aspects of the society in which they were written or represent. This is the case in the novel, Cloudstreet, in which values and attitudes of Australian life are presented in the story of two families sharing one house. The author, Tim Winton, may have directed these attitudes and values at the Australian society to provide the people involved within, an understanding of themselves and their culture, and also make an attempt at pushing his own interpretation of them. In Cloudstreet, Winton has effectively used the role of the woman and the man to express more modern attitudes and values of Australian life. Lester

At the headquarters of the Louisiana National Guard, located in the lower 9th ward, the soldiers were not yet aware that the canal levees were giving way. The Guard’s commander

To begin with, after being told her husband’s secret, she deserted him for a “less dangerous man”. She said the following: “Fair friend," said she, "be happy. That which you have coveted so long a time, I will grant without delay. Never again will I deny your suit. My heart, and all I have to give, are yours, so take me now as love and dame.”

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

Tim Winton’s novel Cloudstreet presents two seemingly dissimilar families that are forced to live together in the same house. This piece of fiction contrasts many characters with diverse morals and behaviours, in particular the two mothers of the families, Dolly Pickles and Oriel Lamb. Beneath the surface, these women have more in common than they realise, especially when it concerns gaining power, suffering trauma, their partners, experiencing loss and their home.

1) How would you convey the message of the book “Half the Sky” to family, friends, and colleagues?

“Yes, you there, that man er—young man I spoke to earlier,” she shrilled, clumsily trotting across the street. “Yes, you,” she panted, grasping hold of her centered, skirt slit and swiftly darting across the grass. “Oh it’s wet, the grass is moist,” she wailed. “Yes, you there,” she said again, pointing at me, nearing closer and clamoring up the porch steps. “Oh look, those are some beautiful, Ah—deadly roses!” she squawked, “I think they just made a ladder in my favorite tights.” Her face looked like it was going to sob again, but briskly, she straightened her stance and blew out a sharp breath. “I know,” she said breathlessly, “you're probably wondering what this horrendous woman is is doing in front of you and—oh my god, is this street full of supermodels!” her eyes shifted distractedly, gawking at Gemma. “You look like an angel. Your light, champagne blond hair is so gorgeous, and you're so lean and perfect—how tall are you? She quizzed Gemma.

“When the blood in your veins returns to the sea, and the earth in your bones returns to the ground, perhaps then you will remember that this land does not belong to you, it is you who belong to this land.” -Native Americans

The drugs started to take effect in the worst possible moment. My knees bunched over with every step I took, and no matter how many times I gasped for air I couldn't breath. It was useless, it felt like I was running under water. My heart was pounding in my throat, threatening to breakout of its cage and leave my mouth in the form of bile. It wasn't raining, but my cheeks were damp. Just like a river the tears flowed down my face and blurred my vision.

After reading the letter which foresees the arrival of her phantom lover at the “hour arranged”, Mrs. Drover with “heighten apprehension” goes to her locked chest and unlatches it, throws “up the lid”, and “searches” perhaps metaphorically for the answer or the cause of her deteriorating mental state (Bowen 144). Using a flashback, Bowen unlocks the secrets of the protagonist’s tortured psyche, as she recalls herself as a young girl talking with a soldier about to leave for war in the garden that once existed outside of the house. Imagery pervades her memories, as the uniformed man presses her hand, “without kindness and painfully” to one of his button on his jacket, as he promises to be with her “sooner or later” (Bowen 145), more of a threat than an assurance. Later, her mother would tell her that he “never considered [her]. He was set on [her], that was what it was—not love” (146). Even after the fiancé is “reported missing” and assumed dead, the protagonist remains “dislocate[ed] from everything,” and when she finally marries, Mrs. Drover’s movements remain “circumscribed,” as she dismisses thoughts that she and her husband are being “watched” (Bowen 145). Clearly, whatever the abuse that the protagonist suffered, has made a lasting scar. Mentally, she is as damaged as her

In a war torn London, a prosaic woman named Mrs. Drover had returned home to retrieve some of the stuff that she had left behind. She arrives to find that not everything is the way that she left it. She soon gets the feeling that she is being watched. Mrs. Drover’s character evolves throughout the story. She goes from a very ordinary woman to a paranoid mess.

"I've been searching for you for weeks now. I had no idea what happened to you when they came. I am so relieved to see you. I thought I'd never see you again!!!" Daniel said pulling me close to him again but soon he released me to look into my

Before the Rain, filmed on location in the Republic of Macedonia and in London is a trilogy that focuses on the conflict between Muslims and Orthodox Christians in the Balkans. The three chapters of the trilogy are " Words," " Faces" and " Pictures." Director Milcho Manchevski states; " Before the Rain, refers to the feeling of heavy expectation, when the skies are pregnant with the possibility of an outburst, when people are silent, waiting for a tragedy of cleansing"(1).