Transfiguration Book

The bell couldn't have come fast enough and the second it did I was out of there. Zarra pointed me in the right direction for my next class before going to Web Design. I was the first one to Government, which was the best thing that had happened all day. I took the music from my ears and covered them with my hands. I was about ready to cry—something I hadn't done since the last time I went to a new school. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned away and walked up to the locked door back inside. It was dark inside the library at 1 AM. I knelt beside the door and took out the spare key Barksdale had given me. I forced it into the keyhole and then tapped on it until I heard the lock break from the inside. I turned the knob and the door swung open easily.

Personification is necessary to the story because it allows the reader to get a better understanding of the characters. From this conversation with Whitney and Rainsford, we receive more information about Rainsford and his ideas about life and hunting. Rainsford shows apathy towards his game and believes the creatures he hunts have no feelings. “Rainsford presumes that hunting is a sport involving no more moral consequences than a game such as baseball; he further demonstrates his naivete by assuming that his victims, big-game animals, have no feelings” (Dunleavy 1). Later these ideas Rainsford has about hunting game and their ability to emote is compared to General Zaroff and his ideas about hunting humans. While Rainsford displays indifference towards his animal hunting game and how they feel, General Zaroff has a similar belief with his hunting of humans. General Zaroff has become bored with hunting animals, “ ‘ Simply this: hunting had ceased to be what you call a sporting proposition. It had become too easy.’ ” (Connell 6). However, his solution to his boredom is sinister, instead of hunting animals he hunts humans due to their ability to reason rather than use instinct. Much like Rainsford, General Zaroff had no feelings of pity or resentment for hunting his game. Not only does he get enjoyment out of hunting game which has more cognitive complexity than an animal, he also seems to see it as his right to rid the Earth of those subordinate. “Life is for the strong, to

A young girl walks in the store looking very curious at the surroundings around her. I see that she runs directly to the children's sections looking for a particular book.

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

It wasn't the firt time and she knew it wouldn't be the last one. She decide to leave the room and sit next to a bookshelf, until, The librarian appeared and sat with her.

Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.

At the end of the hall there was an airy sound of a flute reverberating from Gretchen’s room. The door was open. On the opposite side of the hallway was a rack holding a rainbow of dresses. She paraded in and out of the room carrying different colored fabrics.

Ms. Hall told four students, including Ahri Clark to pack their book bags because they were going to sit with another class during the Reading/Language Arts. However, Ahri never went. Ms. Hall asked Ahri why his book bag was still pack and he stated, he did not know. She told him to unpack and he would transition the tomorrow.

Emperor Justinian's most important surviving work in the East territories of Byzantium is in the church of St Catherine's Monastery on Mount Sinai. In the great Transfiguration mosaic in the apse, the figures represent again the traditional Byzantine art. They represent solid, large and holey presences which look ethereal in front of a golden background. Nevertheless compared with the church of St. Vitale in Italy the characters in Transfiguration appear less inflexible and deficite, while the looking freer. Yet we can notice the same representation of Byzantine body with limbs being abnormally articulated while the body misses the exact shape. This make the characters on the mosaics, or even paintings and icons appear almost like an assemblage

The small voice still bothered me for about an hour. I kept tossing and turning, trying to get rid of it. It seems like that was useless. I sat up, ruffling my hair, pondering why the small voice is telling to run so badly? I threw the blanket and swung my legs over to the side, touching the dark oak floors. I’ll just waste my night reading. Maybe that will ease my mind. Close to grabbing my backpack, I was startled by a voice sounding like Takashi, screaming like a bloody murder scream. Immediately, I rush down the small hallway to their room, slamming their door wide open.

As I sit in this warm room with other bored students and following a long in this small long book. The room is quiet that I could hear a pin drop if one did drop. I just wanted to get this book over with and move on to the next thing in class. As I was sitting there I could imagine what the book was saying about Lennie and George traveling. I honestly just wanted

The handle would click, then Oikawa would finally be alone. He got seldom alone time at his house, his parents were home a lot more lately, and of course he loved his parents, but he just couldn’t stand them lately. If they were near him, the likelyhood of getting a paper shoved in his face was high. “University of Tokyo! Oxford! Meiji! Harvard!” they’d chant, and all this talk of bills and college and tuition was driving him absolutely mad. He thought that graduating from high school would finally lift the heavy weight off his shoulders, but just the idea of that diploma was pushing him down more. He lied down in the center of the gym, the cold wooden floor a sensation on his skin. Since 95% of the student body and staff was off campus by 5:00, Oikawa always took this chance to scream. He’d inhale, tilt his head back and scream, scream until his frustration dwindled down or his lungs began to burn, whichever came first. So today, per usual, he just screamed, the booming of his voice echoing off the walls of the gymnasium. Although, before he could reach any degree of vocal climax, the heavy titanium doors clicked open. He didn 't even bother sitting up to check who had opened the door, it was either some teacher, who would dismiss his behavior, or Iwaizumi, who would lecture him about it later on. Although, it couldn’t have been either. He heard a feminine

The little girl did as her father requested and closed her eyes. While Alora waited, she heard her father and brother speaking in hushed voices. Heavy footsteps went silent as someone exited the room. They soon returned and stopped in front of her. “Okay, open them.” her father commanded.