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 night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

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.

The last time I saw my father was when the pallbearers closed his casket. He looked so peaceful with his hands crossed at his chest, dressed in a suit, pain free. My grief was just beginning, knowing I would never see my dad again. At twelve, losing a parent was something I would have never imagined would happen to me. He died of stage four liver cancer. My family traveled from North Carolina to Pittsburg and then to Cleveland Clinic to find the best oncologist. Our families last hope was chemotherapy would save him, but unsuccessfully it didn’t. A few days after his chemo treatment, he started to vomit blood, and was rushed to the hospital. He spent six days in the Intensive Care Unit. I didn't know at the time but this was the beginning,

I looked out the window and saw nothing but darkness. I was so tired of waking up at the crack of dawn by my mom I wanted to “crack-of-dawn” her upside the head. I know I needed to get up but I was just so sleepy like the dwarf. So it was time to get up now. Running down the halls through my house yelling “MOMMMMMMMY, hurry up and come here I need you”. Frantic with thoughts all over the place I just had hopped out of bed not even ten minutes ago. She’s yelling back at me as if we were a football field away from each other. “Mom help me, “I said, “I need something to wear to camp. I want to look like I just stepped out a pot of fabulousness and Beyoncé.” “Kaela,” she said back, “if you don’t hurry and throw on anything and let’s go I’m going to be late for work.” “Ughhhh ok mom since you don’t care about my appearance ill just wear a trash bag”. “You better stop playing, “she replied while rolling her big bowling ball eyes, “and bring your bighead on now,”. “Whatever” I said snarkily, so I ran and grabbed some clothes and ran to the car as she tried to pull off almost running over all of my ten little piggy’s. I didn’t even care. All I was thinking about was getting to camp so I could have some fun.

Bright red, white, and blue lights are all my heavy, blurry eyes could see through wide front widows of my house. The horrendous wailing of the sirens was the only thing that was keeping me from being swept out of reality. As I was trying to organize my tangled thoughts, I flashed back to last night. Last night I stood in a small family house located in a tight-knit neighborhood, and I was wiping my blood soaked hands on my black pants. Each image from the night before left a permanent imprint on my mind. I remember sprinting to the back of the two-bedroom house where my victim, who was a close friend, was sprawled on the slick red floor. Commanding shouts coming from outside of my house were beginning to penetrate my ears, pulling me back

As I snuck my way around the desolate cabin where the vampire, Robert, held a seven year old girl my heart started to race. Adrenaline pumped ferociously through my body as I felt for the vamp 's power signature that had allowed me to track him through this god forsaken forest. So when my heart rate slowed down as I made my way through the trees at a crouch, I should have questioned the change. When my accelerated breathing evened out before I was going to step into the clearing, I should have been ready.

Carla went to a party in a neighborhood that was not familiar to her. The host of the party was only introduced a week ago through a mutual friend. After entering the party and looking around, she noticed that none of her friends had yet arrived. This was not a problem for her, taking off her coat and grabbing a drink, she introduced herself to the other people at the party until her friends arrived. At the end of the night, she felt very energized and happy. Connor arrived at the same party shortly after Carla. He had not really even wanted to come to the party, but Cara and his other friends had convinced him. He entered the house and could not see anyone he knew, so he decided to wait in the quieter part of the room until his other friends arrived. Connor had fun at the party, but after it had ended he was tired decided to go straight to bed when he arrived at home without talking to anyone else. Both of these characters arrived at a party. The difference between the two friends lies in their personality types: Carla was an extrovert, or a person who is “concerned primarily with the physical and social environment.” In contrast, Connor was an introvert, or a person who is “characterized by concern primarily with his or her own thoughts and feelings.” According to twentieth-century psychologist Carl Jung, humanity can be divided into these two main personality types. The differences between these two personality types can be found biologically, socially, and behaviorally.

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.

She marvelled as her grandson sat admiring as she told them the story of how she and her husband had met. Though she had told it many times she was always fascinated by how attentively Bruno sat, listening as she spoke. 'It was a winters afternoon; wet and windy, quite like this day. I was at his fathers restaurant with my mother. Your grandfather was our waiter that day. He came over to me and smiled, ' said Nathalie tapping her husbands arm as she spoke. 'We stayed all afternoon and by coincidence I might add, we left the restaurant at the same time. Our chauffeur was there but he insisted that he should open the door for such a lovely lady– '

The weekend approached fast, and the fall air in San Diego County was becoming crisper in the mornings. By this time, depending on the elevation in San Diego County, there was frost upon the leaves of grass that were still green as ever. Daytime temperatures were still reaching seventy to seventy-five degrees on average. It was Friday of that weekend, and Clarissa had told Johnny that she would meet him, all dolled up, at the cocktail lounge of the ‘Lyndham Hotel,’ which was just above the Oceanside Pier. Clarissa arrived first at the new and glamorous hotel cocktail lounge. It was a busy evening, and there were quite a few people already scattered about the lounge. As she walked into the lounge’s entrance, her look and presence turned many heads. It was exactly seven in the evening when Clarissa strutted herself into this establishment looking and feeling her best. She rested up two hours before this event so she would have as much energy as she could. The heads turned. Men and women dressed in conservative cocktail wear examined Clarissa from head to toe. From her toes, she was wearing silver strapped, open toe, high heels. Her toenails were painted red. As one looked from her feet to her legs, her skinny legs shined from the lotion she applied to them. Right below her knee caps, there was the base of her cocktail dress. The cocktail dress she picked out was that of a pure white color. The dress consisted of a slight imprinted design within it; it must have been a faint

It was a typical Saturday morning in the Silvey household. I got up and got ready for work. The kids were in the living room watching cartoons as they normally do, with only one exception. I noticed that the house was a little messy and my wife was nowhere around. So I asked my oldest daughter if she had seen her. She said that she was lying in the guest room sleeping and that she wasn’t feeling well. I figured that she was still a little under the weather from a cold the week before, but that was no excuse to let the house go.

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