The Man Who Are You?

“If an entire nation could seek its freedom, why not a girl? And if a girl was to seek her freedom, how could she do such a fool-headed thing, Especially a girl trapped in New York? (Isabel). In the book Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson, the author uses the protagonist’s traits, actions, and dialogue to help the reader understand how the main character, Isabel, changes throughout the story. Isabel’s actions and speech reveal that she goes from feeling scared and hopeless from being sold as a slave to becoming determined to obtain her freedom, finally she becomes brave and gains enough courage to run away from her abusive owners.

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed — I aided — I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew

This past year has been very rough for isabel she has been enslaved, branded, beaten,separated from her mother and father. Theses tragedies are more than enough for a 13 year girl to take all at once, In this quote that i am about to read you, you can really feel and see her pain that she is going through and knowing that she's not quitting. “She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my

His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

It was like the moment; everything seemed to be clear, just instantly became clouded yet again. Just as Esther thought, her first taste of freedom wasn 't far out of reach, a gate of confinement came crashing down at her. Esther was both frozen physically, and emotionally with the fear of getting extreme punishment, and possibly death. Inside she knew that she had been captured, all she could think about now was, what will come on her, and her daughter? With a pistol pointed at the back of her head, the mysterious southerner begins to walk closer, and as he did Esther 's chances of seeing victory on the other side were becoming even slimmer. slim. Turn around, you do as I say now, both, you and your child will not be harmed. As Esther

Walking alongside her down the street, he experienced original, independent freedom. As they walked, his mind went back to his resolved decision to capture her just like his father would. He remembered the week leading up to her capture, where “all the time [he] waited for the woman to come in.... [he] looked forward to the day when she would return. In [his] eyes she would find nothing but resolve.

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

“You loved him! Didn’t you?” I can hear in his voice he is holding back tears.

With a trembling nod, Aileen turned and started going back the way they had come. They snuck past the guards stationed periodically through the forest and fled into the night. Days passed and neither one had said more than ten words. The two girls were traumatized having just watched the only home they had ever known be overrun, so they were not watching where they were going. All of a sudden, twenty Dark Knights leapt out of the forest, swords swinging towards them in a deadly

“Where Are You Going, Were Have You Been” by Joyce Oates, is one of most the craziest, unexpected plot twist of a story I have ever read. Through this short story you are narrated through the background of the ups and downs of a young girl’s life and through the strange encounter with a peculiar man. Joyce Oates will make you question, and feel alongside her main character as you try to grasp onto this strange fictional mystery.

She struggled out of her restless sleep. Rolling on the ground she found herself trying to break free from the grasp of hate. On the cusp of barbarity, she finally woke. She rubbed her eyes awake and sat vigilant, isolated by her own thoughts. Iron bars, circling her cage, tainted the lively fragrance of spring.

He swept her chin into his hand and turned her to face him. In a rich, smooth voice he said to her, “Stop it Nessa. You know it kills me to see you in tears.”

Screams filled the air. The fire crackled maliciously and the timber above creaked ominously. A barbarian with naked sword in hand ran past the open door. Athos shoved his sister behind him. The clash of swords, the screams of the dying, the cries of those to be sold as slaves echoed in the air terribly. The baby in his sister's arms wailed in terror.

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

He walked down stairs and I waited in the shadows as he looked around fearful calling my name. “Mircalla, sweetie come back before I have to write to your mother.” I snarled and lunged at him from behind smashing the side of his face on the stone floor. I chained him up in the same fashion he did to me but I wasn’t as generous with starvation. I chained him down and locked the door never returning. A few years later I had gotten word of his death and that the Vordenburg family had it out for the Karnstein’s but it didn’t matter to me. I would never be put in a situation like that again. I will now have all the control and never let what’s left of my heart fall to sick ways of Mother. It concerned me greatly to know she had