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.

A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his

He shuttered his eyelids, sliding down the wall next to the window and resting his head upon his knees for a moment before hearing the thundering footsteps of the soldiers and forcing himself to his feet. He refused to die on the ground. Let them see what they killed for the bourgeois and hope their days were troubled by those they killed.

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.

Shocked, Jocelyn could feel her head turning. The pain was reaching for her. She couldn’t bear it and with that, she hit the ground on the hard wooden floor of the hallway, and all she could remember was the crashing thud against the floor.

The tears ran down his tan skin, but his eyes held no emotions. As the door shut with a loud thud,he moved away from my cell and stood stiff like a toy soldier awaiting its master. As his father sped up he turned the corner, his clothes once clean now had blogs of scarlet blood on his shirt along with his black jeans.

Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night” is written in Terza Rima, a very uncommon form first used by Dante Alighieri, the famous Italian poet. Terza Rima is a very cyclical form, with the unusual rhyme scheme interlocking the stanzas. Frost uses this form to represent the cyclical nature of his night time journeys to the edge of town, as well at the cyclical nature of depression and suicidal ideation. The most interesting thing about this poem is how ambiguous it is, and how Frost goes about creating the ambiguity. It is extremely straight-forward, and is not hard to interpret literally.

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.

“LaKisha, your grandmother has fallen and is being taken to the hospital.” LaKisha’s heart felt heavy in her chest, and she quickly LeKisha left work and went to her grandmother's house that was not far.After hearing the sirens ,and seeing the Ambulance she knew that everything was not okay. She was walking toward the house, she could see the EMTs putting her grandmother into the ambulance.

Right beside his foot, he saw his aunt lying in a pool of her own blood. At that instant, something inside him shattered.

Like a fish gasping on land, Maxen’s mouth opened and closed, yet no sound emerged. His legs gave way, and once his kneecaps cracked against the floor, he closed his eyes, tears carving their way down his cheeks.

Aris Rachne paused, looking in the mirror at her reflection. She brushed her long, silky black hair that cascaded past her shoulders like the night waves of the ocean. Once last time, she reapplied the crimson lipstick, redder than the blood of the Angel of Death. The image of a gun passed through her mind. She heard a woman’s scream. She inhaled, flashing back to reality.

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.

I sit in the creaky chair in my dad’s office, rocking back and forth against the black leather as I stare blankly at the computer screen. The house is vacant save for my mother and I, and there is an aura of stillness and the air feels stifling. The TV is off and the house does not possess its usual feeling of liveliness. The only noise which invades the silence is my mother in the kitchen, singing softly along to the radio. It was the Saturday of labor day weekend and was filled with naps and Star Wars movie marathons. The house is dark, except of the light of the office and two lamps positioned in the living room. By this time, around 7 or 8 at night, my family had left the house for their own reasons, leaving only my mom and I to an