Scatman's World

innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.” (J. Cornell Michel). Whether it’s a setting of World War Z or The Road, it’s you against the world. Just like a sports team in the playoffs the goal is to survive and advance. In the texts World War Z and The Road, the characters have a kind of

blanket of tranquility. As if nothing was stirring and nothing bad could ever happen to you in a place like There have been times when I’ve wanted to give in. To let myself be happy with things just the way they are. To forget about how the world is not supposed to be like this. To let myself dismiss the fact that somewhere far away, there is a cycle in nature. A cycle of death and

Sometimes do you ever just feel like there is someone out there waiting for you, to change your life, but you just haven't met them yet? In a world with over 7 billion people that is often the case. Out of those 7 billion people about 10,000 of them live in a small suburb of Michigan called the East Bend. Sounds fancy huh? Well you could say that. About one half of our town is full of nice well kept homes owned by businessmen or doctors. Then one fourth is owned by those regular everyday cookie cutter

values, I think that that is important because it can help people understand what is important in life and keep it going on and on for many generations. With that they can also understand the morals of society and know what is right and wrong in the world. Then they can get a full understanding of what you wanted to leave behind. Another thing that

“And outside? Nothing….There was a single road that snaked away down the valley.... At its end was Mortingham town, and the gateway to civilization and the rest of the world.” (5-6) Silver​, by Chris Wooding, is set at an isolated English boarding school. The significance of this setting is that it is secluded and mostly inhabited by children and teenagers, with few adults. If the story was set in another place, like a city, it would be different because the students would be surrounded by people

High-performance in the sport goes with proper preparation. Before every game, an athlete needs an environment that boosts his confidence and serenity to produce exceptional performance on the pitch. The Beats by Dre commercial spot inevitably meets this demand by offering to top level athlete a way to create the ideal environment before the start of each game. Through the appeal to emotion, credibility and reason, the advertiser has successfully presented the Beat by Dre as the perfect tool to be

Lather is song written by Grace Slick and performed by the psychedelic rock band Jefferson Airplane. Its unusual theme and peculiar, folky sound are its most notable features. At a glance, the song is about a man called “Lather” who is turning thirty, although he refuses to mature from his simple-minded and young at heart ways. Grace Slick revealed that the song was mean to poke fun at the thirtieth birthday of the drummer of the band, Spender Dryden, who was the oldest member but most child-like

was eye opening, prejudging is a global phenomenon that puts the worst of details in our naïve minds to make us only see the corrupt in people. In sequence, prejudging is a biological inheritance derived from ancient ancestors that once ruled this world, but lived in constant terror of outside their comfort.

As said by Bo Bennet “Those who improve with age embrace the power of personal growth and personal achievement and begin to replace youth with wisdom, innocence with understanding, and lack of purpose with self-actualization.” Bennet states through his quote that innocence is a quality that should be embraced. In the novel “We Ate the Children Last” by Yann Martel and the film “Life of Pi” produced by Ang Lee, the theme of loss of innocence demonstrates a similarity as both characters struggle

Remember Me It’s quiet now. It’s been quiet for some time. Before, there had been shouting, screaming, pounding on the walls. But now, not even the low words of the Templars can be heard. The boy could hardly move anymore. He lay curled on his side, one arm reaching up above his head, where it had made its last feeble attempts at scratching the stone. Useless. What was the point? No one had bothered to come by in days. Days? Weeks? Months? The boy couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Time bled