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.

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

A steady rain picked up and thunder rumbled in the distance. Ray was curious and wary about the noise, and the animal’s reaction, but the logical scientist part of her told her to check it out. She left the warm glow of the kitchen and walked through the short dark hallway into the spare bedroom that shared the other side of the wall with the living room. Tip and Jack followed her, Jack more slowly on stiff legs into the unused bedroom. Ray flipped the light and then ran her hand over the cool drywall and checked for anything that could have bumped against it, there was nothing, as she suspected. Ray, almost without realizing it, raised her fist and tapped, once, twice three times. Then they waited with bated breath. All of a sudden thunder sounded outside accompanied by a bright flash of lightning. Ray was panicked for a split second, and then relieved. Tip in the event of the thunder and lightning had bolted from the room leaving Ray and Jack befuddled and alone. “whew boy” said Ray bending down to pat Jack’s broad head, “for a second there I almost thought whatever that was was going to knock back.” “Me too,” thought Jack. “Let 's go get a snack Jack, Ray said with resolve, and turned to leave the room. Her and Jack walked to the doorway and flipped the light switch off. Then over the sound of distant rumbling thunder came the dreaded sound of three taps coming from the wall where Ray and her companions had just been standing. The mood in the house after the

It was Four o 'clock in the morning, and despite the warmth of the bed, Minerva couldn 't sleep. The thumping of the dryer didn 't usually bother her, but tonight it was all she could focus on as she tossed and turned. Now, she laid awake, eyes wide with indirectable annoyance while she stared at the ceiling, considering her options. She knew she wouldn 't be able to get to sleep, but the thought of getting up irked her. Sleep was a commodity, and she never got enough of it.

In the morning, I woke up to a completely silent room. With a groan, I rolled over in my bed, opening my eyes to see Vic 's bed empty. He wasn 't in the dorm, so that told he must 've went out to do something before class.

As I drifted into sleep that night, I delved head first into the realm my mind had created. Rather than just seeing, I remembered snippets. Clips and blurred images of the events that had occurred at tonight 's festivities flashed through my mind. Thanasis ' joking, Tases ' silver ring, and the odd man who sat in the corner of the hall. His hood pulled far over his head, thereby shielding his face from anyone who might pay him attention. I hadn 't thought much of him, just a lone man, I had thought, and gone about the nights ' high-spirited enjoyments. But something kept pulling me back, urging me to look again. Another image, the man was closer now, standing. I tried my best to avoid staring, but he didn 't seem real. He was there, in spirit perhaps, but something about the edges of his form blurred and rippled. It was as though he were only an image, and not substantive. I hadn 't expected to see him again, having paid him so little attention in the first place. I felt uncomfortable. I felt his gaze and realised that even though I was dreaming, it was unlike any dream I had ever had before. People about me buzzed and chatted, linked arms and drank, while this man, this stranger, moved closer and closer. I couldn 't stop watching him, and I found myself unable to move - whether by fear or by the act of some malignant magic, I had no idea. "Who are you?" I called, hearing my voice echo about the hall, and it was empty. All of a sudden everyone had vanished, and it was just

hold on tightly, and he lurched himself into the air flying clear over the river. He gently set Tabitha down on the soft ground and flew back to get the centaur, but the prince of the shifters turned into a small owl and flew over with them. They began traveling again and decide to set up camp on the outskirts of the forest. They enjoyed telling stories and eating their meals. Tabitha then realized that she was freezing, the closer to the mountain they got the cooler the air became. The chattering of her teeth prevented her from sleeping, and suddenly she was embraced by a huge warm body. She jumped and grabbed her knife at first, but relaxed when she realized the Neart had shifted into a bear to keep her warm. When they woke up they gathered their things and began traveling through the forest. Tabitha became cautious when she kept hearing noises behind them and was on guard as well as the others. Suddenly, a hand reached out of the ground and cut into her ankle making her scream in pain. Neart realized what was happening and cut the arm off of the creature making it give a shrill shriek. “Ghouls,” shouted Neart as they sprang up all around them. Seeing an opening Tabitha ran and the others followed. Soon she could no longer take the pain of being on her leg and collapsed. Neart quickly picked her up and put her on the centaur 's back and shifted into a wolf. Neart and the sphinx stayed to fight the Ghouls, giving Tabitha and the centaur time to escape. Once they cleared the

“So let me get this straight, you’re going to find a legendary ring, slay a dragon, then marry a princess?” My friend Mary questioned. She was walking around the room still facing me.

In Lancaster, Pennsylvania, a young girl named Colleen sat in a small square room with lavender walls. This night was spent in her own company like all others were. Children’s laughter from outside her window masked the girl’s sporadic sighs. Colleen wasn’t sure what made her so different from the other kids in her neighborhood or at school or why being different was considered a bad thing. All Colleen knew was she didn’t have a friend in the whole wide world, and it was lonely. Although her parents loved her as a baby, as time went on they began to lose interest as if she was a hobby and not their child.

Back before the women even took to the sky, there is a dark room. Windows line the wall opposite large double doors. A desk sits a few feet in from the windows with the chair positioned so whoever sits there is facing the door. The floor is made of a short, smooth carpet and the walls are white. There are very few decorative pieces and with the only light coming from the night sky the room feels fairly boring and confining.

The huge white doors opened and man came out of the hallway. A stern silent type with a nameless suit blood leather shoes. His dead eyes scanned the thin nervous looking man in a seat closest to the door. There were visible scars signs and healing cuts on his exposed skin and he must have been trying to reorganize the hair on his head. "Me?"He man hunched un-confidently pointing to himself. Dead eyes said nothing, for they were the only two in the room. A quick embarrassing scan of the large empty room and he nodded smiling softly at his own unawareness. Dead eyes didn 't smile back but stepped out of the way holding the door open. "Right." The thin Man pushed himself up taking a deep breath that he surely needed more of. He was lead in

Bright green leaves weaved around each other in the warm breeze. Angela and I wandered through a field of green grass. Our strides silent against the soft ground while the waist high strands of grass tickled our sides.

The night was so dark that George couldn't see anything out the window. Edward was still worried about the test.

It’s just a normal day, the sun is high, and so is the heat, the birds are cheerfully chirping, and the air is crisp and fresh. The hotels just happen to be extremely packed with guests, mainly couples, either traveling, looking for a place to cool off, or coming on “official love business”. It’s even worse when you have an enticing name that draws couples, and the occasional single, in like a moth to a flame. The name was super simple, but it still drew quite the crowd. Maybe it wasn’t just the name, the staff there kinda only happened to be girls that were visually attractive, only some of them were intelligently attractive, the rest were just plain dumb and apparently all that really mattered these days were how pretty you are and how