An hour. They had a hour. As soon as the door closed behind Dr. Wane, Nix turned back to the cage her brother was kept in and looked him over. Patrick's cerulean eyes were taking her in too, and Nix forgot how sharp they were, like they could see right through your bullshit and lies and see the real you. His once trimmed raven colored hair was now in a mess of curls that flowed past his ears in a grotesque manner. Nix could see pieces of food caught in his locks that made her shiver in disgust. His sharp cheekbones that had once made every girl within a smile gush and drool over him were now even more prominent due to starvation. The smile that made Nix instantly happier was now darker and more forced than it …show more content…
I promise." It was quiet for awhile, both having no idea what to say next. The silence wasn't awkward though, which surprised Nix. It was more comforting, like they knew this may be the last chance they had together for a long time, and it made Nix blink back tears. She was not about to cry and let her guard down. She was strong and fierce; nothing would make her back down and leave her brother in the clutches of the two insane scientists who believed a world without powered humans would be grand and perfect. Didn't they realize that as soon as they were terminated from existence, anyone remaining would turn on each other for the right to control the world? People were too greedy and selfish to turn down the offer. Children would be slaughtered and the thought made Nix close her eyes from fear. Before, she had been focused on Patrick and Patrick only. But now that she had him and saw that he was in fact still breathing, Nix realized that now she had to get rid of that virus for good. Even if she saved him from the doctors, he would still have to face everyone else in the corrupted world, and Nix could only do so much. "You're different," Patrick said, breaking the utter silence. Nix sighed from the confirmation. She had been right. "I don't know how, but you are." Patrick's voice breaks. "It's because of me,
Concerned Molly gazes down at Russell as he looks up at her and mutes the television.
Ready Player One hits some of the same situations as in the holocaust or for the book that we read “Night” like taking people spread out over a good area and combining them into a small dense area. They both also touch on the topic of how when someone is killed or something is blown up now one raises an eyebrow or if they do no one does anything about it.
While reading the books, Left to Tell by Immaculee Ilibagiza, and Night by Elie Wiesel, the similarity in person was very prominent. Noticing how closely related these two authors were in their time of struggle and how they conquered their struggles to become survivors. Family, personality, religion, and lifestyle all played separate parts in the story which were told. Though these authors share many similarities, there are still a few ways they differ in the events they were exposed to.
With more people passed than survivors of the Holocaust, we rely on the survivors to give us insight on what the Holocaust was actually like. In the autobiography Night by Elie Wiesel, thousands of people learn true facts about what the torture and the pain was actually like for the ones who were unfortunate to suffer from this event in History. Elie gives specific and horrific examples of what he suffered and saw while he was at camp. Elie’s goal is to teach others the importance of human lives and why no human is replaceable and anyone is capable of doing anything. This book is highly recommended by myself, and many others such as: book reviewers, other authors, teachers, and students.
Quickly night comes, after a full day of traveling towards their next destination which was a small village only a few miles away from Jason’s barn. As they begin to set up camp for the night the moon begins to rise lighting up the area just enough so Jason and Rose are able to see. After completing their shelter they had started to roast some food over an open fire, as Jason began eating his food he started to think about his home again. Even though he had only been gone for a day he missed the place, the fresh air, the open plains, the green grass, and everything else he missed home. Where he was safe and secure, but now he wasn’t, now he was in the open danger lurking everywhere and everyplace he hated it, he feared it! A few hours later,
One caliginous night, in the streets of New Orleans, walked a woman who went by the name, Elizabeth. Elizabeth was a 24 year old in which her body was being possessed by a demon called Lucifer. Lucifer made Elizabeth see what he saw. Every single unpropitious action Lucifer made her do. That night, Lucifer decided to grab a meal. He really fancied Elizabeth’s neighbor, Janis. So Lucifer invited Janis over to her apartment. Elizabeth and Janis were supposed to enjoy dinner together. Janis on the other hand did not realize she was the dinner. Elizabeth remembered that night as if it just happened yesterday. She remembers ripping out Janis’ emitting beating heart. Looking straight into Janis’ artic, annihilation eyes as the life drained out of
There are no boundaries when dealing with survival. For example, in the book “Night” the main character had to deal with the Holocaust in which the Jew had to battle for food when it was scarce among other starving Jews. When survival is at play our basic instincts tell us that we need to survive.
Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night” is written in Terza Rima, a very uncommon form first used by Dante Alighieri, the famous Italian poet. Terza Rima is a very cyclical form, with the unusual rhyme scheme interlocking the stanzas. Frost uses this form to represent the cyclical nature of his night time journeys to the edge of town, as well at the cyclical nature of depression and suicidal ideation. The most interesting thing about this poem is how ambiguous it is, and how Frost goes about creating the ambiguity. It is extremely straight-forward, and is not hard to interpret literally.
Hope One may think that at some point of time in one’s life they will go through the tragic stage of darkness and depression. In the poem “Acquainted with the Night”, by Robert Frost, the speaker has gone through the state of darkness and depression, the speaker has inferred on committing suicide. The poet reveals the mood and theme through the use of imagery and symbolism throughout the poem.
Fredbears family diner was a big hit back in the early 1980s until something tragic happened.
Literary terms in “Acquainted with the Night” include darkness and loneliness. In the poem, Robert Frost says “I have looked down the saddest city lane”, my belief is that this “street” is lifeless. This poem is obvious taken place in the title, hence the title. The structure of “Acquainted with the Night” is an iambic pentameter, which pattern is, aba bcb cdc dad aa.
My curiosity is courting me head to the science building to check the scene of the crime. The police haven’t touched this place in a while, if the squatters are any indication. The cook looked up at me, and gave me an interesting warning. “The place is haunted my dear child.” she utters, telling me stories of not just her, Mr. Shufner and the guitarist, but the maintenance crew are afraid to go during the dark as they claim to see images. One ran from the school cafeteria in a hysteria, swinging a fire extinguisher at his co-workers. Which was confirmed by a crew member who was walking by us just now. There were maintenance men walking about, but no sign of the curly haired man to be seen. I asked the man who butted in to
Robert Frost is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. In “Acquainted with the Night”, written by Robert Frost, the poems tone and its use of melancholy personification exaggerates the sadness and loneliness of the character in the poem.
“Acquainted with the Night” is a well written poem. Before I read the poem, I believed it would express how the speaker is more familiar with the night life than day life. Instead, the poem is a sonnet comparing a sad lonely person to the darkness of the night. Darkness is symbol for sadness, loneliness, and depression. That description fits the speaker. The speaker is walking on a rainy, dark night. He sees a watchman that is on duty but he does not make eye contact with him to avoid having conversation with the watchman. Then, the speaker stopped because he heard a cry that seem to be far away. He realizes the cry is not for him so he looks up to “an unearthly height”, which may be the moon, to determine what time it was; but whatever time
It's there in the blackness, deep within the gloom of the shadows, poised just beyond the charcoal line that separates the night from the dark. If you listen you can hear the growl that rumbles deep down within its throat, and imagine the bared razor teeth, the drooling saliva, and those blood red eyes that can penetrate and discern the very fears of men. It lurks, cloaked in the murkiness of the night just beyond the perception of the human eye. It lays in wait; loathsome, poised, hungry.