The Chapters Of Mrs. Winnabury

I grabbed the bottle of wine, and gulped it all down in seconds flat. The taste was like nothing else I had ever had in my life. It was so delicious that I couldn’t help myself.

“Soda!” I screamed. “No, no, no..” I repeated. Not again. I couldn’t take it. I was just getting over

Nothing of interest was in the room, only dimly lit candles and trunks of old, moth eaten clothes. She felt as if someone, or something, was watching her, waiting to drag me into the shadows. Then there it was it was she was unsure but almost certain it was a ghost. The ghost was a white cloud like figure and its eyes and mouth were as black as the night sky's. It was more silent than the grave it arose from, staring with heavy lidded eyes and a slack mouth..As Emily turned to leave, “Don't go.” said a gentle voice, “we can be such good friends.” A blue-white glow filled the room making her skin appear paper thin. “Who are you” Emily asked in fear “We met the day I turned twelve. At the train station, you sat across from me with a small smile. Our toes could hardly touch the floor then. I remember being so very close with each other, but I don’t know how after what you did to me” Emily shook her head mutely. She'd been here an hour tops, or this was some nightmare. It wasn't real, how could it be. “Stay with me” the ghost repeated as Emily was trying to find a way out. She shook her head. “Why refuse

Death is a controversial and sensitive subject. When discussing death, several questions come to mind about what happens in our afterlife, such as: where do you go and what do you see? Emily Dickinson is a poet who explores her curiosity of death and the afterlife through her creative writing ability. She displays different views on death by writing two contrasting poems: one of a softer side and another of a more ridged and scary side. When looking at dissimilar observations of death it can be seen how private and special it is; it is also understood that death is inevitable so coping with it can be taken in different ways. Emily Dickinson’s poems “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” and “I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died” show both

Female characters are influential in John Wyndham’s The Chrysalids. In the novel, three women are of paramount importance in comparison to all others in shaping David’s views and opinions: Sophie, the Sealand woman, and Aunt Harriet. In the society of Waknuk, individuals exhibit prejudice repeatedly throughout the novel through their own blinkered treatment of deviations. David Strorm’s, a twelve-year-old boy whose parents brought him up in such lifestyle, interactions with those three women throughout the novel sways him to have second thoughts about it. Their dealings with David each have a particular impact on his life. Sophie allows for doubt to enter David’s life for the first time; the Sealand woman expands his views and prompts him to consider other beliefs different from those of his society; and Aunt Harriet makes him more conscious of his society’s despicable activities and more attentive to it. In John Wyndham’s The Chrysalids, Sophie, the Sealand woman, and Aunt Harriet are instrumental in influencing David’s outlook on society.

Emily Dickinson is one of the most important American poets of the 1800s. Dickinson, who was known to be quite the recluse, lived and died in the town of Amherst, Massachusetts, spending the majority of her days alone in her room writing poetry. What few friends she did have would testify that Dickinson was a rather introverted and melancholy person, which shows in a number of her poems where regular themes include death and mortality. One such poem that exemplifies her “dark side” is, “Because I Could Not Stop for Death”. In this piece, Dickinson tells the story of a soul’s transition into the afterlife showing that time and death have outright power over our lives and can make what was once significant become meaningless.

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

Charlotte Gilman, through the first person narrator, speaks to the reader of the stages of psychic disintegration by sharing the narrator's heightened perceptions: "That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid, but I don't care--there is something strange about the house--I can feel it" (304). The conflicting

Play character, Emily Webb, as a ghost-seeing her living father, contributes a meaningful reflection to discuss, as she says, “I never realized before how troubled and how...how in the dark live persons are” (57). In this world of Emily’s, the dead can visit memories, and look on only from the grave’s perspective at the present, where she pities the living. Those alive never truly know what comes of the dead, and thus mourn and churn at the sight of the unknown, as she correctly states. As death will always stay the same in the past as the future, this ignorance of death provides a similarity. Similarly, life’s fragility, flaws too, hold the same constancy of death; as Wilder’s orchestrations of his characters emphasize both the rapidity at which life can seize, and how blind the living pass through it.

“But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily towards that lost voice across the room” (134)

The thought filtered through John Granger’s head as he closed the door to the hotel room he was staying in. It was the end of a very trying week, but he just knew that if he started to unwind he’d end up moping. He didn’t want to do that. If you’d asked him only two weeks ago how his life was, he’d have replied that it was strained but stable, mostly. Then Life happened to him, and everything got turned on its head.

Factually describe the event you wrote about in your burlesque. When we tried the Carolina Reaper, it was arguably the worse experience in our lives. It felt like our throats were being burnt out. We could barely feel our mouths from the pain. And we went through about a gallon of water each, before the pain stopped.

Ellen White is talked about a lot in the Adventist community. George R. Knight goes into great detail into the life of Ellen White in his book Meeting Ellen White. It is very important that we understand and learn more about the influential people that are in the history of the church. As one of the most influential people, it is important that we learn how Ellen White’s writings and her presence helped mold Adventism. Her story has shown me many lessons to apply to my life. Not only her story, but her many writings have also impacted my life in many ways.

She sits on the armrest of her wine-stained couch, then falls backward with a cushioned thud. Her thick, kinky hair lays splayed under her. Her large, veiny hands lift up to her tear-soaked face, covering her eyes. She sighs aloud summoning her roommates’ attention.

In some instances within literature, writers surprise readers by incorporating ideas that the reader may or may not expect. Within Emily Dickinson’s poem “I heard a Fly Buzz When I Died”, readers are introduced to a ghostly speaker that discusses the scene of their deathbed. Readers are exposed to many surprises throughout various aspects of the poem.