At least she’d drawn blood. It was Quade that she’d stuck, and she was glad for it, even if the damage was minimal. It hadn’t been Quade’s first time on the wrong end of a blade, either. The man was built like a lugnut, and he had a thin, shiny canyon of pink scar tissue snaking down across his face, from above his right eye to the edge of his left jaw. It must have been a real feat just to keep that pug nose intact. “You won’t be so feisty once you meet Mr. Talmidge, miss,” he drawled. He’d torn a section from his t-shirt and tied it tight over the gash she’d made in his forearm with the little pocket knife Brian had given her for her birthday so many years before. She’d finally had a chance to use it for something other than picking splinters. …show more content…
“Finest little outpost there is between Macon and Waycross, miss. Come on, now—step lively. We got us some introductions to make.” She looked at Pinnock, who scowled a little and made a lackluster motion with the gun. Pinnock didn’t scare her at all—he wasn’t the same type of person that Quade was. “Okay,” she said, and they crossed the park and walked into the village of Bickley. SEVENTEEN Ben caught up to them just after they’d entered the cypress swamp. The relief of finding her alive rumbled through him like an August thunderclap, and he muttered a silent prayer of thanks. His relief was quickly replaced by rage, and he debated whether or not he should make a move on the men with his shotgun right then—maybe catch them off guard. He decided against it, opting instead to blend into the landscape as he tracked them through the swamp. He watched from the brush as they marched her through the park before vanishing down a narrow alleyway. When they were gone, he scampered through the park, angling toward a cluster of houses on a hill overlooking the little town. He was sweating by the time he’d finished the run, and he took cover in a stand of saw palmetto and put the binoculars on the nearest house. Someone was
In fitful sleep, she dreamt dreams of Indians, palmettos, cotton, tobacco, rice, indigo, and eagles flying through the skies calling to her, telling her to take this trail or that, and her reaching up, trying to catch them before they flew away. The next morning, she helped Nancy build a fire under the big, black iron pot out back of the cabin and then fill it with water so they could wash clothes. About an hour later, as they hung the first of the wash on the line, they heard a rider coming up the back trail; the trail that led down to Fort Charlotte.
He had been stabbed and slashed 30 times. Some were puncture wounds, some as deep as six inches, piercing his skull, lungs, ribs, liver, and kidney. He suffered injuries to his arms and hands as he tried to stop the bleeding.
Chapter 1 begins with the author stating that his “home” was always Jackson, a small town in eastern Kentucky. While he lived primarily in Middletown, OH, Vance spent most of his childhood summers at his great-grandmother’s house in Jackson. Vance, who moved frequently in Ohio, believed that Jackson was the one place that truly belonged to him, his sister, and grandmother, whom he calls Mamaw. While in Ohio he was the son of a single mother, in Jackson, his grandparents and extended family were well-respected. In particular, the author deeply admired his four great uncles, a group referred to collectively as the “Blanton men.” For Vance, these men often filled the role of father figures that had been left vacant by his mother’s rotation of
During her first session, after being repeatedly asked what happened to her neck (referring to the scars left by her attacker), Sandy picked up a stuffed animal and motioned as though she were cutting its neck. She then repeatedly stated, “it’s for your own good, dude”. Dr. Perry soon learned that this phrase is what her attacker whispered to her, before slicing her throat.
In the short story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” Peyton Fahquhar is a thirty-five year civilian and planter. He had good features and from the outside, showed kindly expression. In saying this, one night while Fahquhar and his wife were sitting on a bench near the entrance to his house, a mysterious soldier rode up to the gate and asked for a drink of water. While Mrs. Fahquhar was getting the soldier his water, her husband approached the dusty horseman and inquired news eagerly from the front. The soldier tells Peyton, “The Yanks are repairing the railroads, and are getting ready for another advance.” There was a commandment posted everywhere saying “any civilian caught interfering with the railroad, its bridges, tunnels, or trains will be summarily hanged.” Ambrose Bierce conveys suspense throughout the story using multiple literary techniques.
Amelia lay on the cold dirt her warm sticky blood seeping through my fingers it’s coppery smell filling my nostrils as I applied presser to the hemorrhaging gunshot wound. “You have to stay with me sis you’re the only family I have left.” My twin sister dying was not an option it just wasn’t.
Bierce’s “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” tells the story of Peyton Farquhar, a plantation owner devoted to the Southern cause, with a well-known family background,
It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his
Suddenly looking around himself, the child begins to notice the outbuildings as if they were familiar to him and realizes that he is not at a plantation he has never seen before, but is instead watching his own home that he had left earlier that afternoon burn to the ground. Upon this realization the boy begins to run around the conflagration, and comes upon the prostrate body of
He glanced at the warrior’s scalp knife sheathed on a soldier’s belt wrapped on his waist, and he wondered. Was that the same cruel blade that took Mama’s hair? Maimed her body and scarred his skin? Did he still carry Mama’s flesh in that old medicine bag hanging round his neck?
“Ye—” you started before you were interrupted by your own scream. A rush of stinging pain passed throughout your entire body, leaving you feeling exhausted and sore. You were gasping for breath and Scott was watching the wound. You assumed he was waiting for the black blood to come oozing out, signifying that your body had rejected the venom, but it never came.
Ambrose Bierce’s “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” does not follow the typical conventions of a plot-heavy story. The sequence of events initially appears minuscule: a supporter of the Confederacy named Peyton Farquhar is persuaded to attempt a sabotage of a Federal troop stronghold by a Northern scout in disguise, he is hanged, and in his final few moments of life hallucinates escaping his current situation and returning home. However, Bierce bolsters this lack of plot points with detailed descriptions of the Farquhar’s own thought processes and experiences in these last few moments of his life as well as by developing his longing for home, a longing that undoubtedly resonates with the audience.
It's like Hillary's worse nightmare come true, her "Basket of Deplorables" has taken on a life of it's own and instead of outrage from the right... For probably the first time ever, we love Hillary.
Katie Coughenour Aaron James Honors World History 19 January 2017 How Confucius Took a Stand in History and is Still Relevant “By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest,” said beautifully by the one and only, Confucius himself. I believe that he was one of the wisest, most graceful, and intelligent people to ever live, a true inspiration. Confucius was a Chinese teacher, philosopher, and politician in 5th century BCE. His philosophy emphasized morality, justice, truth, and fidelity of relationships.
In 2016, close to 600,000 people were jailed for possession of marijuana, a harmless drug, regardless of the amount (Ingraham 1). In the eyes of the law, these innocuous offenses are seen as serious crimes, and are often treated harshly. The executive director of the Drug Policy Alliance, Maria Moreno, agrees that the cruel punishment over marijuana “has devastated families across the US...for no good reason” (Ingraham 2). Marijuana has been proven to be safer than tobacco and alcohol, there is a road test for the prevention of impaired driving, and its taxation would provide money to the government that could then be used similarly to Colorado, who put most of their profit from marijuana sales towards school funding (Smith 1). The taxation of marijuana would provide the government with an abundance of revenue; If regulations on the amount of marijuana one can purchase and age minimums are set into place, combined with new methods to test for marijuana use while driving, legalizing and taxing recreational marijuana would be beneficial for the United States government.