The Night - Original Writing Essay

Over 11 million people were killed during the Holocaust, 1.1 million were children and 6 million were Jewish. In the novel titled Night by Elie Wiesel, it tells about a kid name Elie Wiesel and his experience during the Holocaust. This novel will will also explain his thoughts/feelings during this tragic event. During the tragic event, Elie Wiesel lost his mother when the Holocaust started and lost his father at the end of the Holocaust. Three qualities that contributed to Wiesel’s survival was his intelligence, when he hid his left arm, his bravery, when he refused to separate from his father during the selection, and his determination, when he decided to not stop running during the flee.

One of the main themes throughout the book is the title of the book “Night”. There are references from Eliezer about night during the book, which are full of symbolism. The word “night” is used repeatedly, and Eliezer recounts every dusk, night and dawn through the entire book. For instance, Night could be a metaphor for the Holocaust—submerge the family and thousands of Jewish families in the darkness and misery of the concentration camps.

In Robert Coates short story ;"The Darkness of the Night" Fred is mislead by his love for Flora because she pretends to be someone that she is not, and he is naive enough to want to commit on her behalf. I will be proving that of how Fred was mislead into committing the murder by evoking certain emotions, the rejection of solution to her problem, and threatening of the relationship between each other.

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.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.

Tom races down the street to make it to the movies before they start the show. He turns left, then right, then right again dodging people and carefully placing his feet as he flies in the air. Above him, his yellow paper is dancing in the wind going down the street and around buildings. As it flies in the air, it gets stuck multiple times, on clotheslines, peoples shoulders, under people’s feet until finally gliding to Toms work building, up 7 stories and onto Tom’s boss’; Mr. Wilchinski’s; desk. Mr. Wilchinski turns around to face the window as he talks on the phone, smoking a cigar, still unaware of the paper, and feels the wind bellowing through.

Later. Morris gets wheeled out into the hallway from the operation room, his eyes are closed. Sandy smiles with excitement.

Ebon tossed and turned in his room bed that night. After a playing his flute for a little while, he, Ilene, and Grace went to eat downstairs. The food was delicious. Grace then said she had to get home. Ebon wondered why, but decided it best not to ask her. He and Ilene went back up to their rooms and went to bed.

I went down to the living room, and neither David or Charlie were there. I walked into the kitchen and nothing. I stood there listening to see if I could hear them. I heard nothing but silence. I called out to them.

The crisp frozen air howling across my face like a wolf howling in the darkest of night as I walk home from volleyball practice that fall evening. As I step into the door of our two-story home with the seventies teal shag carpet, I notice Chris sitting down at the bottom of the stairs. You could hear a faint chatter coming from the upstairs bedroom. “What did you do now Christopher Wayne?” I asked mockingly “Shut up. I didn’t do anything this time.” As I walked to the outdated kitchen with white tile counter tops to set down my gym bag and backpack I wondered what mom and dad could be discussing if it wasn’t about me or Chris. As I sat down next to my brother I heard the click of the bedroom door opening and mom and dad’s footsteps in the plush shag carpet coming towards then down the stairs. Great intensity was written across their face as they spot my brother and me waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. With such authority in her voice my mom said “we need to have a family meeting.” This must had been serious. Mom and dad never call for a family meeting, not unless someone is in the hospital or has passed away. We go into the dining room where mom’s china is in glass cabinets for everyone to see, an old Persian rug that had a mixture of blue, white, and gold designs underneath the oldest piece of furniture my parents owned our dining room table. The table was round with a flower like design carved into the middle of the wood. All four of us plop down into our

The eerie, soft but low wail of the dark figures around me echoed in the swirling wind as I dug my claws into the frozen soil, staring longingly at the distant wooden house, my sharp, pale yellow eyes barely able to see it through the thick sheet of descending snow.

The night was alight in fire and smoke. Screams filled the air with the crashing of giant wings. Their world was ending, but they had a chance to save the next one from the same fate.

Before I could tell her the hotel was alcohol-free room started to change and shift. I thought I was under attack by a mob of wild dressed people, but they were in place. I then came to and I was standing in the middle of a huge party. I did not know what to do. I asked questions to many of people about where I was and what's going on but the people looked at me with laughter because of the drinks. I started to calm down and a waiter handed me a fancy glass filled to the brim. The same woman came to me singing and dancing. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to a group of people who were talking in an aggressive yet curious way. “He's a bootlegger I tell you,” said one. The other responded “but a man with this much secrecy must have

An intruder had entered the town that was engulfed by a dark fog. Even the moonlight struggled to break through it, but his headlights blared through the air piercing through the seemingly impenetrable haze. It was an insensitive gesture towards the quiet town where not a soul stirred with the exception of the sleepless few. In the distance an old lady struggled for air, half waking from a nightmare, half from the disease that was breaking her. She fell in and out of sleep until she finally lay to rest. It filled her with peace…

The air was clear and the weather outside was warm. As I was looking around outside, I noticed there wasn’t much green in the Middle East. Probably because it’s mainly desert like, but I saw lots of sand dust, rocks, stones, small tress, burnt grass and a lot less green in nature than what I’m used to seeing in America. We were stuck with a room outside right across the old poor house. The small room had a tiny built in restroom without a shower. If we needed to take a shower, we had to go inside of the house. I was not happy at all with that. I kept telling myself “Only for a few days.” I felt desperately homesick. We went and placed our luggage inside of the ugly cracked room. Then we headed to the house. The house was small and the living room didn’t have any furniture. Instead of couches, there were mattresses on the floor. There was no dinner table. The food was just placed on the floor on top of a plain flat sheet. Although the food looked delicious, I had to sit on the floor and eat instead of a chair and a table like I always do. I sat down eating uncomfortably. Two minutes into dinner, one of the ladies started laughing at me and noticed I couldn’t sit right and eat. She told me, “Nora, you never sat down and ate on the floor before?” I replied, “No, I am not used to this. My legs will become numb.” Then she told me to sit on the only bed they had in their home, which was right behind me. I sat on the bed with great relief. I was delighted because she talked to me