Simone Simon: A Short Story

Clara Barton, in her letter to her cousin Vira in the year 1862, shares her dread of the battle to come and the lives it will take. Barton expounds on this idea in her letter through the use of imagery and weaves the reoccurring idea of doom throughout it, writing in an informal and troubled tone. The author’s purpose is to inform her cousin of the thoughts that go through her head the night before a battle and the struggle she endures knowing that many of these people will die.

“The community broke into complete chaos. Everybody and everything was out of order. When the wave of painful memories hit, the people dropped to the floor and held their heads in excruciating pain. We should have thought this through more carefully Jonas. I would never have believed that such anarchy could become in such a peaceful community. But the memories were too harsh. Riots were started. Fires burnt down the buildings. Some jumped into the river and died just

At this point, the first guest speaker went up to the stage. He started after a long pause. As he told everyone his experience as a father, I could feel his heart ache and yearn for his late daughter. As several guest speakers poured their feelings and sentiments into their tragic stories with tears intertwined. They cried out their anguish without feeling alone, but a deeper connection to their body, baby and the universe. It was the pain of losing not only their child, but a part that attached them. The disappointment, the longing, the despair is

All summer, I had been practicing for wrestling. I was getting better every day, it seemed like. So I decided, to go to a wrestling dual in La Junta. The excitement, was pumping through my body like blood.My coach asked me, “are you ready for today.” I replied “yes coach I always am.”So we start going on the road, it was a fun trip like it usually is. We arrive, and It was as hot as a stove outside. And we have a couple hours to relax, so I lay down and talk to my teammates for a while.

The main theme of this book is how everyone in the city works hard in order to survive every day of the siege. The men on the hills and the ongoing war have thrown everyone’s lives into utter chaos. In the first chapter, the following quotation is repeated three times: “It screamed downward, splitting air and sky without effort. A target expanded in size, brought into focus by time and velocity. There was a moment before impact that was the last instant of things as they were. Then the visible world exploded” (Galloway 1, 3, 6). These two quotations serve as a connection to the beginning of the war and how a single mortar shell transforms the lives of tens of thousands of people.

The boom of artillery fire and the crack of lead bullets being propelled at lethal velocities out of the smooth barrels seventy-five yards away thundered over the sweet sound of Union drums, while the gun smoke obscured the view of salvation; the glorious Union flag. Roger Cutler, alongside his artillery division, was experiencing shell-shock, stunned by the barrage of enemy fire. He laid there, amidst the utter cacophony and violence, fading in and out of consciousness.

Third, by looking at the narrative as a Gothic Horror Story, the final theme that isolation produces irrational fear which can drive one insane is seen in the narrative. The use of historical and cultural poetics lens the narrative can further be looked at support the theme. For example, the Narrator has an odd feeling about the house. The narrative states,” A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity… That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid, but I don’t care-- there is something strange about the house-- I can feel it” (1,2). The house has a ancient haunted feeling to it which drives the Narrator insane trying to figure out what is off about it.

We began to march. It was dark and cold and scary. Terrified the British could pop out any second, I began to think of the worst. I had heard stories of the town of Lexington having some strange occurrences. One soldier, once reported seeing a ghostly figure in a red coat walking alone in the distance. Which was really weird to EVER see a soldier walking alone at night. Let alone a red coat. We snuck quietly from the south, and we surrounded them by the West, North and South, but we had the East on our side too, it was the shoreline. They were trapped this way because they couldn't sail away.We decided to stop and rest up, and I had been hearing noises of guns cocking, and cannons being wheeled by, and generals quietly whispering orders. Everytime I heard it I would ask if the soldier next to me heard it too, He never heard it. I was concerned so I approached Captain Parker. "Sir i've been hearing noises from the North West. I think we should look for General Hugh Percy and his troops that way.”

When you wonder at night the door will shriek across the moldy floor. The shutters will open and close, and open and close. OPEN HOUSE, there is a new house on the market. One that has lots of character. One with exterior that is crinkling and washing away. With blood of the last calling your name. The front porch is caved in like someone was murdered just before coming in. The lawn not mowed. When you get to the rough and cracked concrete you would enter but you can’t the black shadow that passed the door faster than i light. the blood marks on the rails down to the deck and on to the door handle. Now it's your turn, when the deep wail of the wind carried with dirt gets in your eye now you start to cry. this is not a place for children no no sir this is for all those who don't believe

“So daily, at eight o’clock, precisely at eight o’clock, [the enemy] targeted us [with mortar and artillery fire], and we would raise the flag. We had good, deep holes right beside the flagpole, and it took about twenty-five seconds [to raise the flag] because we knew the time of flight for the [artillery] round was about twenty-five seconds… We had a bugler, a

A bright light hit MIRIAM´S (25) face from the bedrooms window, it suddenly woke her, and her husband, OMAR (28) sleeping next to her, grabbed her arm and screams that they have to run down to the basement. Their son, ALI (8) stood outside the parents bedroom door, Omar lifted his son, while holding his wife’s hand, and ran down the stair. Another explosion hit, then another, then another. Finally, they got down to the cellar. The dark cellar had no light, it was dark, with no windows, the smell of the dust made Ali sneeze, he asked his parents why they had to run down to the cellar almost each night. This question

The tragic end of the beautiful Andrea Gail and the fate of all the lives on that boat is yet unknown. In the meantime, my last thought at this point of the story is I’ve come to the conclusion that the more often you go out, the more likely you are to never come back. The only way to guard against these dangers is to stop rolling the dice.

Simone Simon is my name, being invisible is my game. In fact, I'd venture to say, the seldom complimentary, often critical description, "chameleon," suits me to a tee. Maybe, being characterized as changeable, fickle, and inconstant is not something one should aspire to be, but to know my story is to understand why I ended up this way. Sit back, relax, and if you would, allow me to explain.

Although I believe that Door’s conflict is terrible, Richard’s is more harrowing. Door had lost her family, but unlike Richard she didn’t lose everything. Thanks to him helping her, Richard has lost the one thing he never expected to lose- his identity. How does one react to suddenly to becoming nothing more than a shadow? Richard deals with a variety of emotions throughout the day, the anger of being ignored, the shock of his belongings at work disappearing, and finally the heartbreak that his ‘love’ Jessica doesn’t remember him. This conflict is an external conflict, yet due to the nature of the problem, Richard faces some internal struggles. Externally, he’s lost materialistic belongings, his home, and any financial stability his work brought

Anna Marie was a beautiful, well mannered woman of just 17 years. She had come to America with her family just two years before. With dreams of becoming rich and living the American dream, her family settled in South Carolina. There her family opened a small store and built a decent size farm, from which many products they sold in the store came from. Anna Maries’ family quickly became one of the more prominent families in the area.