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 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.

"It 's been two hours. Maybe she 's in for the night." Logan whined, hopeful and uneasy. They 'd been through a Big Mac each, fries, Doritos, and he 'd had a milkshake she 'd warned against and now knew why. He was thinking tonight was a bust, more than a bust, he reminded himself, because he 'd spent way too much time with Veronica Mars.

It was nearing midnight by now. The light snowfall made the night even darker, and the windshield wipers were the only thing making a sound, besides the slight rumble of the engine. Pulling into a driveway, an upper class man named Zachariah started the winding stretch that was his driveway to his mansion of a house. Trees lined the little dirt path up until the final stretch of the driveway, where it opened up into a large green field adorned with a Victorian Mansion located at the top of a small hill. Many nights Zachariah would sit atop the third floor balcony, gazing over his small fields and staring into the night sky.

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

She rushed home after work telling Rachael of her dinner plans for the night and she promised she wouldn’t interrupt them. She did however want a full report of the night’s events the following day. Lila had decided to go with something more casual since they weren’t actually going out for dinner this time. She settled for a pair of jeans and soft green sweater. She twirled around a couple of times happy with the way things fit, put on her coat and headed out.

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.

Sophia watched as he walked towards the dining room. His walk was unchanged with their encounter and she wondered how many other girls who talked to with such familiarity.

I woke in a dreamlike state, temporarily wondering where I was, and then remembered. I reached for but did not find Louis on either side of me. A light quilt covered me, but I was definitely alone in the bed. Disappointed and wondering where Louis had gone, I sat up in bed to look around the room. The sun shining through the open doors suggested it was early afternoon.

Everything was grey wonderful grey. Grey cloudy skies. Life felt still, empty, and quiet outside. So quiet. Then something clicked in my mind and noise filled my head getting rid of the empty feeling and filling it up with life. 
White windowless houses all side by side for miles. If not for the door a house would be blank. Some house didn 't even have doors. They were the new models of houses. I walked on the street because there are no roads to walk on. 
The sight of ever lasting green trees came into my view. And I knew I had reached the park. The park full of plants that never died. And there he was. It was the first time I saw him like this. 
The first time I could see him in real life. I could just barely see his dark almost black eyes under his dark brown bangs. His skin was pale white just like mine. I noticed how his face changed from a distant gaze into a bright lit up smile when he saw me. 
"You came!" I felt shocked to hear his voice. 
It sounded familar like as if I had forgotten it. I had forgotten what a voice could sound like. I opened my mouth to try and speak but nothing came out. He looked at me puzzled by how mute I was. 
"Come on it 's not that hard. Don 't tell me you 've forgotten how to talk as well." His voice full of disappointment made me want to speak to him and tell him I could talk. 
"I..." 
His face perked up. "Go on." He encouraged me. 
"I... I can talk." I was surprised by my own voice. It had been a long time since I needed to speak. 
"I

It was the morning of my sixteenth birthday, the air was oddly still. The lack of noise was ominous. Despite these two odd facts, I threw my feet over the edge of my bed and sat up. Grabbing my phone from my nightstand, I pushed the home screen button, and checked to see if any of my friends had wished me a happy birthday. I looked at my phone with confusion, it had said it was 11:59 PM the previous day. Now disorientated, I shot up from my bed and opened my curtains. The sun was out, and the day looked eerily still. A glitch on my phone, I thought to myself.

Arlo stood on the side of the street walk staring. An object in the window had caught his wandering gaze. It 's sheen of gold, caused him to stand with his eyes transfixed upon the shops outside window.