Why I Don 't Want Die !

“It went that way!” I hear them yell as i run down the cold metal hallway. The air suddenly becomes thick and humid as I escape through what seems to be an emergency exit door. I keep running, fearing the inevitable fate that will come to me. I look back at the government run nightmare and pray that my family base gets my distress call.

The next day they send sent me out the battlefield to look for the enemy's hideout. Guns, bombs can be seen everywhere. I can't believe this is really happening. My hands, knees, every inch of my body is trembling. After a long day of search, we have no luck finding it. We finished eating dinner and ready to sleep. Volunteers can't stay at night in the field because we're inexperienced. I reach my bunk bed and saw an envelope. I opened it up and it was a letter from Jackson. It says that my family got attacked and they had found one body of a woman and a body of a kid identifying as my mother and my sister. I questioned myself if it was really a good idea leaving them. I am frustrated at Jackson where was he when they got attack he didn't do anything to help them, but I shouldn’t blame him it’s all my fault. They're gone everyone's gone, now I have more reason why we should win, I don't care if I survive or not. I have no one to return to. I crumble the paper and shove it in my bag, and slept. We continued searching here and there, but nothing ever comes. For about a week now one of my comrades got a clue where they’re might be hiding. The army formed a surprise attack. Tomorrow we're gonna launch the

In the poem “Because I could Not stop for Death”, Emily Dickinson describes death as an experience that she is looking back on. Dickinson uses a variety of elements, such as personification, imagery and irony to get her point across that death is not a dreadful event, but actually a pleasant experience. Although death is often perceived as being depressing and frightening, it should be viewed in a positive way realizing that it is the beginning of eternity.

I kept my eyes closed shut on the way in. I held my breath as If I were going diving, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew I had to stay still or else, so I peeked and I saw the red light. It was beaming down on my chest, as I lay there, hopeless as the bed shifted side to side. The only thing that came to mind was the panic button, a grey clicker with a large red button. Yet, all I could think of is if I pressed it, I would have to start all over.

Death is an aspect of life that everyone becomes acquainted with sooner or later. The poem, “Because I Could Not Stop for Death,” by Emily Dickinson, is seen as a reflection of the passing of time in one 's life while living. No one knows when it is their time to die, and we live everyday as if tomorrow it promised. Dickinson is saying that since we as humans tend to live on the expectation for tomorrow, we don 't think about the end of our life or when it will be. That time will stand still when, and only when, life draws to a close, yet it will no longer matter.

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

"Because I could not stop for Death" is one of the most puzzling poems Emily Dickinson wrote. “Scholars who stress these subversive qualities note that this poet appropriated conventional language, images, and themes and twisted them, disrupting their usual meaning.” (Dunlap, 2) In this poem, she describes death in hindsight. She commentates the experience play by play, chronicling her actions and vision from the time he arrived to pick her up in his carriage to her final resting place. In the poem, the impression of death is not portrayed as scary or daunting, but rather more as tranquil and peaceful. In the poem, death took on the image of a person. Through personification, he was portrayed more like a male suitor picking up his companion for a date. Dickinson guided us to believe that the speaker in the poem is talking and describing her journey with death to us from beyond the grave. She leads us to believe that the speaker is ghost-like or a spirit who has accepted her death and content with her boundless eternity. It is not surprising that “Because I could not stop for Death” incites so much controversy in that it presents complex and multi-dimensional concepts of both life and death, both of which are too mysterious to be fully expressed. In “Because I could not stop for Death”, Dickinson does personify both death and Immortality as people, and presents the process of dying as eternal life. However in a bizarre twist, she also personifies life. She brings

Emily Dickinson is one of the most important American poets of the 1800s. Dickinson, who was known to be quite the recluse, lived and died in the town of Amherst, Massachusetts, spending the majority of her days alone in her room writing poetry. What few friends she did have would testify that Dickinson was a rather introverted and melancholy person, which shows in a number of her poems where regular themes include death and mortality. One such poem that exemplifies her “dark side” is, “Because I Could Not Stop for Death”. In this piece, Dickinson tells the story of a soul’s transition into the afterlife showing that time and death have outright power over our lives and can make what was once significant become meaningless.

My heart pounded against my ribs. My throat was dry, but I had no one to talk to through the harrowing experience that I had just endured. My backpack not only weighed down my body, but also my morale. I looked around, but there was nobody in sight. Purposefully twisted metal and bright green trees encompassed me. I knew where I was. But I was lost.

Where were my team? Were they dead, like Spy? Was I the only one left? I felt nauseous, all these thoughts flooding me weren’t helping my situation. The enemy was calling my name, he would find me and he would kill me.

Ma’am, calm down!” yells another voice. Suddenly there is an eruption of voices surrounding me, yelling out medical terms and codes. I cannot distinguish my injuries from Caleb’s injuries. I decide I cannot listen to it anymore. I stop flailing and they take me out of the

“Because I could not stop for Death” by Emily Dickinson has written in 1863. Emily Dickinson was born in 1830-86, she is one of the greatest poets in American literature. Dickinson wrote love poems which it indicates strong attachment because of this it 's difficult to know if does poems where subjects of her feelings or just part of her poetic imagination. The different tension that comes from her work is due to the cause of not accepting orthodox religion, “the flood subject”- immortality, and her rebellious (Emily Dickinson). We can see that this poem is one of many that were later discovered because the title and the first line of the poem are the same. Death came to take the speaker into his carriage and drive around in it. By the first passing to a school where children play. Then passing grain field and looking at the sun. The last stop is an old “house” getting eaten by the surrounding vegetation. Lastly, she comes to realize that centuries have passed, but only feeling like days, and moving to eternity (Dickinson). The meaning of “Because I Could not stop for Death” is that journey to death and its feelings. The separation of the stanza, it shows the different steps in how death feels and word choices.

“Please don’t let me die”. These 5 words were the last words uttered by 16-year old Kimani Gray on March 9, 2013 as he died at the hands of police. Since police officers who are faced with dangerous and armed suspects are trained to “defend themselves”, it is imperative that we critically examine circumstances surrounding the death of unarmed African Americans. Recent high –profile cases of unarmed black men dying at the hands of the US police have sparked civil unrest and protests in several American cities. In an episode of the popular TV show, Law and Order, this is played out perfectly as an unarmed Black male was gunned down by 3 police officers. The episode goes on to investigate the incident, how the cops should be disciplined-if disciplined

I secretly followed him hall after turning left and right proud of myself, but yet so scared at the same time. I tiptoed into the nuclear weaponry. Francisco was getting the weapons set up for attack. We were all going to die. My thoughts were frantically going everywhere, and my heart was racing and pounding like the thundering hooves of a thousand wild

I. You hear screams, moaning, words of insanity; you may feel terrified or overwhelmed with pain.