James Russo

The whispers I never did anything to make it come. Never played the demonic games, never asked if Charlie was here, never talked into the mirror, but it still came, or perhaps it was always watching me. Sometimes I still hear the whispers in my mind, when I was a child I told my mother about the voices but she never believed me, no one does. Now I’m stuck in this special place for the insane, but I’m not insane, I just tell the truth. If they were there that night horrible night they would understand

The boy descended from the rooftops coughing and covered in soot. No one acknowledged that they were there and no one cared either. They were all focused on themselves and their families. Fernando knew that no help would be found here. The boy needed to rest for a bit, so he went over to find some shade on the other side of town. He settled towards a nice and big palm tree. He put Mia down right next to him and asked,” Any words yet?” Mia stared at him like she had no idea what he was talking

One day this little girl was at school and school ended in about 10 minutes so she just sat there and drawn for 10 minutes. So after the bell rang she ran outside for her parents but her parents weren't there and neither was her best friend's parents were there either. So the little girl and her friend just sat there and talked for about 15 minutes for their parents to come. So while they were talking her friend brought up the little girl going to her house when her parents got there. So there parents

“Wake up, put shoes on and come downstairs to eat,” my grandmother says as she's opening the curtains in my room. As she walks out the room, she turns around and says “Do you want tortillas with your chorizo and frijoles so I can heat a couple up.” Even though she leaves the room without my answer, in her head, already knowing my answer. I put on a pair of jeans and walk downstairs into the dining room, there was a plate with frijoles, chorizo and tortillas waiting for me. My grandmother brings

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is

I was scared. No, actually it wasn’t scary I was terrified. I felt a loss of control of my emotions. I just wished that my dad was there. All I wanted to do was cry. Not from pain but from the feeling of aloneness and the terror that I felt. My eyes were ready to release all emotions. But I couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t allow it. My brothers needed me to be strong and I had to show them that I was not scared. I had to show them that everything will be fine and it was all normal. Besides I couldn’t feel

Michael Pang-Oden Teresa Russo ENG110Y5 December 3rd 2014 The Turn of the Screw: The Governess From the opening lines of the novel, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, the credibility of the narrator is questionable. The frame narrative opens up with an unknown narrator who is listening to manuscript written by the Governess, read by Douglas who acquired it through his sister. Furthermore, the events of the manuscript occur about 20 years prior to the reading of the manuscript in the beginning

South: Missouri as a slave state and North: the rest of the territory would have no slaves the Missouri Compromise lasting 34 years didn’t solve the problem just “swept it under the rug” surprisingly even though the Missouri Compromise took place James Monroe’s “ Era of Good Feelings” ended he still got re-elected John Marshall and Judicial Nationalism McCulloch vs. Maryland - Maryland wanted to put a tax on the bank but Judge Marshall said no Marshall believed in loose construction; believing

Most people are kind at heart, but society’s negative perceptions changes them. Mary Shelley’s novel, Frankenstein, portrays this concept. Frankenstein’s monster treats humans kindly - refuting the stereotype that all monsters are evil. In this novel, the monster is kind towards mankind until society criticizes him and turns him into a malicious creature. The monster that Frankenstein creates has kind-hearted morals, but because society harms him based on his hideous appearance. Because of his treatment

In the stories “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” by James Thurber (Clugston, sec. h1.1) and “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin (Clugston, sec. h2.1) escapism is a similar theme with in both these stories, yet there is a slight variance in how each of these authors place these characters into their escape from reality, relationships, and everyday chaos. In each of these stories the author shows the characters escaping the realities of the relationship, one through Walter Mitts’ daydreams, and the