Theodora Witley: Horrific Waves On The Beach

A battle story needs a gripping introduction, one that hints at the battles to come and one that brings the reader in with an exciting anticipation. This story first begins with a poem of the brave Rikki Tikki angrily chasing death with a lust to kill. It right away shows the necessary bravery and strength of the protagonist/hero and the might and evil of the antagonist. The lines like… Eye to eye and head to head This shall end when one is dead …start the book with the promise of great fights between two great forces.

The short story “My Life with the Wave” by Octavio Paz is an allegorical piece that utilizes water as an extended metaphor for dysfunctional, emotional changes that occur in romantic relationships, and, more specifically, in women. The wave is personified through female characterization to highlight the uncooperative nature of women in romantic relationships. The various transformations for water act as a metaphor for various transformations in a dysfunctional romantic relationship. The water is also symbolic of love in that it goes on forever and is often inescapable. Paz effectively applies feminine characteristics to a wave in order to depict unpredictable and emotional human transformations in dysfunctional relationships that

In Leanne Simpson’s short story “it takes an ocean not to break,” (“Islands of Decolonial Love” 2015), the author, through the continuing change of tone, paints a portrait of the depths of trauma that is persistent in indigenous society and one of its central issues, suicide. The “therapy-lady” is portrayed as the “other” when put into contact with Indigenous problems and her words come off as almost foreign to the speaker. She can be seen as an allegorical character that represents “white” ideology, or even our current government as a whole, who tries to help the Indigenous people but ultimately fails, not only due to lack of caring but in reality a lack of understanding.

Father was on that ship. But more importantly, I needed to help the injured. I saw an old man being shot at. I ran to go help him, but… “BAM” I heard a tremendous boom, and then I heard nothing at all.

Instead her attackers were shrieking and blindly stabbing into the darkness, trying to attack the one attacking them. The woman dropped to her knees in terror, but Jessie never dropped her gaze. One by one the attackers fell to the cacophony of bones snapping, blood splattering against the stone walls, and howls of agony. The 'hero's' cloak swept around his body as he fought them, the edges of it stained in their blood, and in the distant moonlight Jessie could just make out his face - the deep blue eyes devoid of any light, warmth, or

Overcoming adversity is a process in which a person takes control of a difficult situation and learns from it. Adversity is a great teacher. But how one overcomes it is what counts. Though out the way people learn particular qualities about themselves and others. From this they have time to learn and grow from experiences faced.

She forced herself to breathe slowly so she could think. How did I end up here? Why was I here? Her mind drew a blank. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember a single bloody thing. She threw everything she had left in her fading mind

Several yells broke out across the room, the loudest of those were my own. I was on fire. Literally. The flames worked their way from my fingertips, reaching my shoulders. Breaking free from the grasp of the armoured men, I ran toward the exit. Water, I need

Many people have heard the story about the girl in the water. There are many versions and outcomes on how the story is told.

She realized she was in a slavery camp, owned by the Japanese soldiers. Soon-Young desperately dropped herself onto the icy, cold floor. Not even a hint of hope could be seen in the room. The girls looked sick- their skin seemed to lose its original color. Bones and veins were faintly visible on their ghost white skin.

were prevalent as well as a decimating crash. Using my last ounce of energy to fight to get on top of the vicious water. Ivan held the smoking revolver in one hand, and General Zaroff’s head in the other. His hands, drenched in the General’s blood. The dogs laid down at the beach under the cliff, they had fallen 20 feet to their inevitable doom.They were a black like the night, and now being bombarded with a crimson substance. As my eyes adjusted I also saw what remained of the human hunter’s body. Ivan saluted and scurried away quickly, limping. I was pulled down to the edgy rocks and began to do whatever I could to get back to the island. The spikes continued to puncture

the bravery. She was very proud of herself, but scared to death. The fear was saddled with an

She was laying on her surfboard, feeling the breeze in her hair, tasting the salt in her mouth as she felt the water around her. Without warning a tiger shark attacked. Ripping her limb from her. She didn’t instantly feel it but eventually, the pain set in making her fade in and out of counions. She was taken to the local hospital. She was a fighter, though. Although she lost approximately 60 percent of her blood following the attack and underwent several surgeries, she was stabilized and released after a few days (Ott,

another boat came to a stop. This boat however, was very loud, and we noticed many

This photograph was taken on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii in 2015. It was taken during sunset and as the tide had gone out, revealing a wider coastline. The world-famous beach is manmade and since 1951, over 80,000 cubic meters of sand has been imported to replace sand lost through erosion from heavy rainfall, sea swells, wind and tropical storms.