Delilah

“ Hi, I’m Delilah.” She says offering her hand. “Clancy” I say, taking her hand. “How long have you been here?” “ 16 years give or take,” I reply brushing off the sand on my shorts. I 'm kinda embarrassed that I didn 't wear a shirt. I wasn’t expecting random people

challenged. For instance, in Duffy’s Delilah, Samson tells her that he “cannot be gentle, or loving, or tender.” This use of listing emphasises Samson’s perceived ability to control Delilah as he reinforces her want to be there for him and to ‘help him’, “I was sure - that he wanted to change”, “I was there.” and Samson's demand “Teach me” gives Delilah purpose as she believes she is the one who can help Samson “change”. Although, perhaps it is Samson cleverly crafting Delilah into this ‘weak, sexual object’

on the other side is a new life waiting for us. We just need to climb the wall. The security is going to come in five minutes. We have no time for mistakes. Delilah climbs up nimbly. She tosses the grappling hook over. I grab it and start to climb, awkwardly. Then the officials pull up. Stone-faced officials clamber out, with guns. “Delilah,” I say feebly, “I am not going to make it. Go, go without me.Jump take the ropes.” “No, you made it this far you cannot quit. Climb, climb as fast as you can

Delilah and Oliver meet and fall in love but the bad thing is that he is suck inside the book. They try many things to get him out. Oliver tries jumping out and even writing himself out of the book but none of them work. Oliver and Delilah both decided that they would have to find someone to take to place of Oliver. This is where Edgar comes into the story. He wants get

it. Delilah was the Shadow’s first host; Her soul became the voice of the Shadow. If you are strong enough to be a host you will hear her voice inside your head calling to you for help. Eventually the Shadow killed Delilah but it couldn’t find a new host stronger than her so it went into a cave and stayed there waiting for someone stronger to come along. No one did for years. The story of Delilah and the Shadow became a myth. The government covered up the mess and all was

It’s been four months since Delilah left for New York. She wanted something new, since we were together for 5 years, I must’ve been too used to align with her new tastes. Saskatoon might not be the most interesting place in the world, but it’s where I grew up, where we grew up together. I heard my mom call me from the kitchen, that’s enough dwelling for one morning. She handed me a coffee on the way out the door as I ran to catch the bus. “Have a good day Ophelia,” bellowed my mom as I sprinted

From the Very Beginning of “Delilah” there seems to be contradictions. Florence Welch, the lead singer of Florence And The Machine, uses very light and energetic language to To express feelings of freedom I'm drifting through the halls with the sunrise the music however consisting of minimal piano a slower healing not reflected in the lyrics then the lyrics themselves start to contradict I'm gonna be free and I'm going to be fine maybe not tonight Welch singing in the foreground about freedom then

raised the children of white women. Although time passed and slavery ended the matter of the fact is that this stereotype of "mammies" followed them for many years and after and this is what can be seen in "The imitation of life", the behavior of Delilah and Bea were these consciously or unconsciously they were acting archaic which characterized the last decades and which African American women were trying to fix. In the 1920s one could observe the

The nurses say that’s the sound of rain, water pouring from the sky. Bang. My favorite nurse, Delilah, calls the banging sound, thunder, electricity sent to the Earth when God is angry at people. “The world is a bad place,” Delilah would say. “It feeds on our weaknesses.” Then she’d mutter something under her breath and repeat the incoherent word over and over, like she was comforting herself. Delilah would also chew on her fingers when she thought I couldn’t see. Every time the thunder banged,

The melody of a music box filled the atmosphere as if it was oxygen. A lonely girl was situated on her bed with a sketchbook laying on her lap and a pencil resting between her fingers. The music box silenced and the sound of the pencil being dragged across the blank paper echoed across the room. The young lady erased every now and then and continued this process until the pencil flew out her hands just as she flipped the pencil to erase. "Gosh, Arabella.. Way to go. Just fly your pencil across