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AS I Lay Dying William Faulkner’s use of interior monologue in as As I Lay Dying allows the reader to experience the story from more then one persons perspective. Through the thoughts of Darl Bundren the reader comes to understand what is going on within the family. On the other hand Anse Bundren allows the reader to get a different perspective on the family. The reader gets the perspective of an outsider through Cora Tull’s narration. The make up of these characters as well as others

Memoir Assignment Utter bewilderment fills those curious about the past, but the ones who make an attempt to relate it to the future; are the ones who possess a blessing, yet a curse. Those who wonder about the future have all experienced one thing; stress. Stress is present in all life, including mine, but the feeling is much more potent in some than others. It is taken upon my soul to hate when others make assumptions about my personal stress, without knowing the cause… which has occurred from

“It’s written all over your face!” She laughs obnoxiously. “I don’t!” I turn to the side and there is Sarah snorting like a pig, I punch her in the arm. “Hey Arabelle” I turn to see phoenix smiling. We both go dead silent and then start laughing uncontrollably, Us laughing might be the most lifting thing in this depressing hospital. “What?” He asks clueless “She lo-“ I step hard on Sarah’s foot “Ow!” She stops laughing and so do I. “What’s up Phoenix?” I say trying to be chill but it comes out with

The ominous breeze spread a blanket of silence over the once picturesque Victorian graveyard. The leaves on the trees swayed back and forth with a soft moan of the branches. The grass even displayed a sense of death and decay, patches that resembled chemical burns now marred the once lush rolling hills of old St. Georges Prebyterian Churchyard. Gathered on a humid Sunday afternoon stood a small group of mourners, appropriately dressed in their best while a priest recited some closing words

It’s been a year, considering all of the coincidences I’ve been through. Not to mention, I get nightmares without exception of my parents getting eradicated, by a man wearing an all black attire. “Retribution is what I want for my child, a daughter for a daughter, now tell me where is she”, the man exclaimed while pointing a firearm to the head of my mother. My father spitted on the man's face saying, “Whatever vengeance you speak of is all in the past, the mistake you made wasn’t ours, you agreed

Of all the battles young Martin faces from William Sleator’s “The Elevator”, a reader can grasp one of the greatest and most important themes to fit this story. When Martin and his dad move into an apartment, Martin is apprehensive about it because of the fact that the place is old and practically falling apart. For one, Martin is afraid of elevators, and he has to use an old one everyday. To top it off, he has to ride the old thing with a mysterious, creepy, fat lady. Once Martin’s situation gets

Gideon clung onto Aria like a small child, and she pulled away from him. He looked to her and hugged her again, placing his chin on her head. "I do...I-I remember everything..." Gideon pulled away and stared at her for a long while. He remembered her child like features, which had now developed into a beautiful young woman. "I can't believe you're alive..." Gideon mumbled. "I mean after what happened...my mother, your father..." Aria sighed. "We shouldn't talk here about it..." She began. Gideon

At that moment Francis flew backwards as Tess stretched her hand and directed a purple wave energy at him. Eshe fell just as she started to stand seemingly confused as he awoke from sleep. They confiscated our weapons as they took us captive. “There’s nothing a witch can’t do.” She mocked. We marched until sunrise arriving at the base of the sea. My eyes widened at the sight ahead. Beyond those waves laid freedom. Tess and her followers chanted a spell. The waves spun like a typhoon and other

Maxen stomped up to him. “Do not speak of your mother like that. I will not accept it.” “You’re right, I shouldn’t.” Shaking with fury, anger burning bright red on his cheeks, Rory grabbed the front of Maxen’s tunic in his fist and spoke through clenched teeth. “This is your fault. My mother was a young, innocent queen when you met. You took advantage of her. Seduced her. She did nothing wrong, you did.” “Rory, stop it,” Audra pleaded. “I love Maxen and I always have. I loved your father, too, but

Darkness was beginning to settle as Dylan stepped off the bus. He was in a peaceful neighborhood. All the houses were painted different shades of brown and red. Dylan walked past a kids play park where he saw a mother and her children. The kids raced back and forth playing tag until the mother called to them that it was time to head home. What a cheerful family. A frown came to Dylan’s face. He was a block from Jordan’s house now. Jordan was an only child so it worked out conveniently. His plan