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.

Tripping, I place my hand on the bathroom door and rush inside. The door swings behind me as I rush to the stall.

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

had been raining for a week in the city of Berlin. Thomas looked out his bedroom window at the passerby 's wearing their yellow rain coats, holding tattered umbrellas above their heads. The gray clouds hung over head and showed no sign of blowing over. Thomas sighed as he slung his legs over the opposite side of his twin bead and slipped into his monster truck slippers. He was droopy already from the weather and didn 't think his Saturday would be much fun. He threw his hand over his silver bedroom door knob and opened the door. The smell of fresh blueberry pancakes, syrup, and bacon filled his nostrils and instantly chased away his mopey mood. With a hop in his step he cheerily bounced into the kitchen where he found his mom hard at

It was like any other show. A mixture of nervousness and excitement filled the air which, surprisingly, smelled just like the hairspray which hung over the freshly-curled heads of hair of the group of dancers which I stood with. The lights were dim in the side stage wing, allowing me to see only the silhouette of my friend, Jade, who stood impatiently next to me.

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.

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.

A loud thunder woke Shifa up, it was very dark. Along with the thunder, she could clearly hear the regular reoccurrence of a heartbeat. Where was she? it 's not like she was uncomfortable, then why couldn 't she move her hand, it was stuck somewhere. Last she remembered, she was hopelessly sitting on the floor of her room looking at the raindrop from the window, but nothing was constraining her at that time. She tried looking around, only to realize that she was on Azlaan 's bed, her head on his chest and his arms holding her whole body in his frame, as if sheltering her from an alien threat. He was softly snoring, oblivion to the fact that Shifa was wide awake.

I had glanced over at my mom, her breaths were shallow and light. Her eyes were closed and her hair was still soaked from the shower. She tapped my Dad on the hand,