The Story Of The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was dark at the castle; Not a soul was awake. As the wind blew, the castle itself was snoring. Nothing moved but a dark form on the fortress wall. It was a boy. Climbing over the wall, the prince sneaked to the open attic window. With the guards sleeping at their posts, it was child’s play. Agile as a squirrel, he darted into the attic. Inside the room, beheld the Firebird, a majestic sun-eagle of gold. Withdrawing the Firebird, the boy stared at the pure golde cage, coveting it. A name was engraved on the handle, genommen*. Though the prince was warned against stealing it, his hand inched towards the cage, then darted to grab the handle. As soon as he touched it, trumpets blared and alarms roared

“Great captain a fair wind and the honey lights of home are all you seek. But anguish lies ahead; the god who thunders on the land prepares it, not to be shaken from your track, implacable, in rancor for the son whose eye you blinded. … Though you survive alone bereft of all companions, lost for years, under strange sail shall you come home, to find your own house filled with trouble: insolent men eating your livestock as they court your lady. Aye, you shall make those men atone in blood! … Then a seaborne death soft as this hand of mist will come

“This is a valley of ashes- a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and raising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air” (Fitzgerald 26). In the novel, “The Great Gatsby,” the author F. Scott Fitzgerald, mainly depicted lives of the rich and their luxuries but also showed the lives of the poor people in the valley of ashes in a small portion of the book. The valley of ashes played an essential part in shaping the lives of the characters in the book as it shows the difference between social classes and the struggle of the poor.

“The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, in full Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald , born September 24, 1896, St. Paul, Minnesota, U.S.— passed on December 21, 1940, Hollywood, California, American short-story author and writer well known for his delineations of the Jazz Age (the 1920s), his most splendid novel being The Great Gatsby (1925). His private life, with his wife, Zelda, in both America and France, turned out to be just about as celebrated as his books. Fitzgerald 's life appears through in all parts of his work, such is the situation in The Great Gatsby. He utilizes his life to make individuals and spots all through the book. ("Britannica School")

Besides Merlin’s logic for leaving, for fear of a violently “mad” society, the reader can also see how the deceptive nature of humans in feudal society is reasonable enough for leaving. Merlin’s summary of a doorman’s life gives the reader a better explanation of how much his extra worldly perception haunts him. Merlin explains, “The doorman in front of the gates was sitting in shabby clothes and was begging passers-by to give him money or buying clothes. Yet all the time he was secretly rich, for he had a secret hoard of coins under him” (79). Most people would walk by the doorman and believe him to be a true poor person. Merlin, however, has

The ground stopped shaking and the sky regained its morning golden hue. The tumult had made Odin's men panic. They retreated from the field and ran back to the shore; however, their boats must have unmoored during the earthquake, and the vessels floated off in the distance. Their horses galloped up and down the beach, terrified, trampling Odin's knights. Once the animals fled, Arthur shouted the order to charge the beach. Percival and his comrades swept in, cutting down the rest of Odin's men. This was not a time for restraint; Odin needed to see with his own eyes what would happen if he ever trespassed on Camelot's lands

Ever since Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue and introduced Europeans to the Americas, people have flocked to the United States in order to fulfill the “American Dream.” Each person has their own interpretation of the American Dream, but to most, it simply means rising from humble beginnings to great success through hard work and determination. Benjamin Franklin, a great American leader, pursued the American Dream through the creation of his “13 Moral Virtues.” Like Benjamin Franklin, Jay Gatsby, the main character in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby”, created his own list of virtues as a child that he believed would make him successful if done correctly. This list contains items that overlap many of the ideas Benjamin Franklin considered necessary to accomplish the American Dream. However, did Gatsby follow this list strictly enough to have accomplished the American Dream? Gatsby fell short and missed the mark of Benjamin Franklin’s idea of successfully accomplishing the “American Dream” because he did not follow the basic virtues of frugality, moderation, tranquility and chastity.

Zoe felt the Jetranger slow and then come into a hover position. It slowly rotated until the nose was aligned with the major axis of the island. From the right-hand side of the helicopter, in the aftermath of the driving wave, Zoe watched a ferry and several assorted boats capsize. Passengers floundered in the water none in life jackets. The lucky ones found debris to cling to, while a few hardy souls swam strongly, divesting themselves of excess clothing in an attempt to survive.

The castle casted a shadow almost darker than myself. Torches lit the quad with their warm, orange glow. Though I couldn't feel the heat that they projected. I walked through the walls and into this strange palace. This Prince Prospero certainly didn't spare any expense when he was built this castle. When Prospero created this sanctuary, this hideout in order to lock himself and all of his dames and knights from the dying outside world he allotted for every pleasure imaginable. There were courtiers sashing through the crowds, ballet dancer, musicians, beauty and all the wine once could drink. His guests were oblivious to me, they were oblivious to danger as they chatted

"I put too much trust in him," Gwen cried. "Merlin was the only one that saw me off when you—banished me." That stabbed at both their hearts, but she could not stop the flow of words so long not uttered by her. "I will never forgive Morgana for this. Never! But that doesn't change the actions of my friends; those I thought had cared for me. Not even my brother had shown any faith. Everyone had abandoned me. I was alone."

There once was a poor little girl who lived with her step mother and two step sisters. From the time Ella was born her parents were deeply terrified of the child. She was born on a dark stormy night at the end of October. Ella 's mother had struggled with infertility for 7 years. She cried and prayed every night that she would be granted a child. One night she found herself alone in the middle of a cobblestone road. A devilishly handsome man appeared in front of her and said "Woman, you are filled with sorrow. Allow me to ease your pain. Go home to your husband. In the morning you will be filled with sickness and from your sickness will come great joy in the form of a daughter." She was so overwhelmed with gratitude, but did not realize that magic always comes with a price.

Once upon a time, a poor peasant lived with his seven quarreling sons in a cozy cottage amidst the enveloping woods. All of the peasant’s sons had an extremely cold heart and a selfish mind except the youngest, Lumio. He was different. A charming boy he was; an outgoing personality he possessed. And of course, his older brothers, especially Fuscus, grew more and more envious of him until one day, they succumbed to the envy as they could take it no more.

Even though dawn had now broke and the sun began to make its way through the land of the Danes, the sinister laugh from the unsightly creature remained to haunt the minds of the survivors. Thirty men the monster murdered. The creature’s attack was cold-blooded in that it took place after every man was sound asleep and undefended. A few fortunate ones fell in their slumber while the less fortunate perished from the brutish beatings of the beast. His escape painted over the grounds of the misty forests and hills and lay a direct, crimson path to the creatures retreat. Of those lucky to have not slept in Herot, the lands finest mead hall, the most thankful was one of Hrothgar’s leaders, Aeschere. His choice of sleeping in his home was greatly affected by his son’s recent coming of age. Aeschere’s time had become his sons for he needed his father 's mastery to become a mighty warrior like his father.

As the trumpets sounded further back, Reina’s mare panicked again. The petite woman, guided her horse from the main footpath to allow the latest arrived party through. She certainly thought the trumpets were overkill, but as the voice announced the King had arrived, the entrance became more memorable rather than an annoyance. She gently ran her fingers against the mare’s face, soothing the animal. Her eyes however remained on the knights and the royalty. She sighed quietly, her father forbid her from hearing princess stories as she was growing up. Instead Reina was forced to read the stories herself, hiding the books from her parents. She had always wondered what life would be like living in a castle.