Persuasive Essay On A Spider Web

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Back in 2012, my great-grandmother died 4 days after she was released from the hospital. We automatically blamed the hospital for her passing. When a loved one dies, sometimes the only way to cope is to place blame on someone. We feel like someone must be held responsible for the tragedy. In “Monkey’s Paw” by W.W. Jacobs, the White’s son, Herbert meets a horrific demise. The family uses a monkey’s paw given by a family friend to wish for 200 pounds. Coincidentally, Herbert dies the next day. Many people were involved in this terrible situation, but, at the end of the day, Herbert did not believe in the powers of the paw. He also pushed his father to make such a frivolous wish. Taking into consideration the wreck less actions of Herbert, I have no choice but to place the blame of Herbert’s death into his own hands.

“Hey guys! This is the last communication you shall receive from me. I now walk out to live amongst the wild. Take care, it was great knowing you” (Qtd. In Krakauer 69). After graduating from Emory University, Christopher McCandless abandoned everything, gave his entire savings account to charity, and then hitchhiked to Alaska to live in the wild. In the novel, Into the Wild, Was McCandless justified in shunning society? McCandless was justified in shunning society because he simply wanted to find himself and be independent without any distractions from his friends or family.

No outcome is ever the same as another. There’s always a different ending. If there wasn’t, life would be on a loop. This is what Victor Frankenstein, a brilliant scholar, begins to worry about in Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley. He made a promise to make another creature of the opposite sex for the one he has already created. However, the creator opened his eyes, and realized that there are negative results to this deal that has been made. The young scholar didn’t want to break the promise, but he was looking for the best interest of his family. One reason why Victor didn’t want to make another monster was because this female monster that was about to be built still posed as a threat to the Frankenstein family. She may feel hatred of some sort towards their family, and may

My sister and I ran into the water, splashing and falling as we ran on the pebbles that carpeted the bottom of the lake. It was usually noon, the sun high in the sky creating diamond shimmers on the lake currents. After a day, the sun had already began to color in our cheeks with shades of red and scattering freckles under my

My toes wiggling in the damp golden sand. The salty air invading my nostrils. Ocean waves are crashing up against the shore and receding back into the deep blue waters. The ultraviolet rays of the sun are heating my pale skin. William and the boys are building a large sandcastle. They cover the gleaming turrets with slimy brown seaweed and pristine white shells. The rolling hills to my right are a dark shade of green, having been healthily watered by the summer showers. Small feathery clouds move steadily through the gleaming blue limitless

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

Kent does not respond. The brisk air makes him shiver. The once treasured scent of damp leaves now makes his stomach turn. Around him, everything seems sharper, more daunting. Shadows darken. Leaves suspiciously shift. The breeze hisses like a snake. A rope of emotion snares Kent’s chest. Gasping for air, he curls up further, shutting his eyes.

Because the tree is different from its surroundings, it is faced with discrimination and judgement.

I came up closer to the water and checked how cold it was. Being calm it had so many different hues of blue, reflecting a bright blue sky, near the shore it was pale blue, nearly translucent, as it got deeper it changed from pale blue to deep dark blue. I leaned down to touch the water in the lake. It was cool and so transparent that I could see everything on the bottom. At that moment I felt wonderful smell of roasting meat in the air. This familiar aroma tickled my nostrils and reminded me that I had not eaten since the morning.

I stared out the window, squinting as the rays of sun hit everything in their reach, burning into my eyes. I usually enjoyed the soothing warmth that the sun's rays emitted, but today was different. Today, my mom was driving me to high school...Johnson High School, for my first day as a freshmen. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a bruised, grayish-looking cloud, even the sun’s radiant light couldn't reach it. I couldn't help but think how me and that worn out cloud were so similar; dull and lonely. Geez, I definitely was going to be lonely. As we neared the school, I could feel my mom's eyes imprint into me as she stared at me. "Sahar", her voice spelled out concern. I knew she just wanted me to say that I was happy and excited, but she knew

As I approach the turn to my Grandmother's house, my stomach turns in the anticipation of the perfectly sweet peanut butter cookie smell that awaits. As my mother turn up the long narrow gravel road and parked the car in front of her house. I stepped outside and a chilly little breeze bites at my cheeks. I take a deep breath and the sweet smell of burning cedar enters my nose. I

As I stroll along, I could feel the soft smooth sand under my feet. The sand was very hot and I walked through it felt like I was walking on a burning grill. The sand was mixed with a different coloured shells. The light from the sun shined on the shell which reflected onto me creating a rainbow. My foot was making marks on the beach as I took every step, these marks remained there until the water came and erased it away. As I kept walking, I looked around and it felt like I was having the best time of life. The bright shining sun went through my cold skin and give me a feeling of excitement. When I kept walking I could see the birds roaming around the sky like a pack of wolves making irritating squeaky noises as it is hungry and trying to find its prey. The sky turned from dark blue sky to a bright shimmery blue sky. Soft, fluffy big clouds were covering the sky, as it started to split away. As it split away, the sun restored and shined on the waves and the cold water started boiling. As these waves dashed, the noises soothed me every time.

The three pieces are focused on internet safety and how/ should we make the internet a safer place for our younger generation. They are all begging the question what is the balance between unnecessary restriction and the safety of the most venerable members of our society through ideas of internet addiction suicide and, feelings of fear and despair but to resolve it with solutions