Shadow of the Beast

confusion on her face. One hand is lifted in the air in uncertainty, and the other hand is holding the arm of a doll in a blue blouse. Her doll is lying like a corpse with its face turned towards the ground, and the little girl’s eyes are fixated on the shadow of the swastika slowly inching over the doll’s body. The smaller boy is dressed in blue shorts and a red and white striped shirt. He is wearing a hate made out of a newspaper and is holding up a flag that’s pole he seems to have put together himself

The terror always begins in a holiday Bare winter with a woody plant, dotted about the town square light up the festive with colors. A trail of small lanterns glow the church to the middle of town up on the lonely hill inviting all to join the night mass later that day. A lonely , lost and forgotten wanders through the crowd. No man pays him any attention or even notices him. Yet, he’d been coming here for years. well too many to remember. He’s no longer warmed by the sweet scents of pine

arose from below the map, its frail parchment enveloped within a blossom of reds and oranges; the newborn already radiating with unrestrained power. Embers fell, flickered, and glowed; specks whipped into the night by flailing fiery limbs. Smoke like shadows clawed and climbed out to escape the fury of the horrid fire. Grey the clouds of billowing smoke were as they reached to the farthest of the stars, to taste the sweetness of the heavenly eye of Chaos that cradled their brethren in its silver crescent

walk ahead, but it should only be minutes now. After continuing a few more steps, I come to an abrupt halt. There was a strong presence nearby. "Come out." I call calmly. "I do not wish to play any games." Almost immediately, someone steps from the shadow behind a tree. I clench my teeth and raise my eyes towards them. It was Salem. "Well, well. What brings you here Wyce? Come to join in on the fun again?" I smirk and place my hands in my pockets as sign that I came here as no threat. "By no means

into a more aesthetically pleasing form, that which can be observed in the natural world. People strive to create that which they do not already see or possess; even a simple painting of a bowl of fruit is meant to dramaticize elements such as its shadows and colors, make them bolder and more beautiful. Aristotle’s definition of art as a subconscious desire to imitate the world, copy a subject and then smooth out its imperfections with creativity and manipulate the image until subjective perfection

Candidate Session Number: Session: May 2014 Written Task Assignment Writing diary entries from Blanche's point of view about her emotions toward Stanley : A streetcar named desire Rationale In part 4 of our english course, we study and analyze famous literature works such as Shakespear's "Othello" and Tennessee Williams's "A Streetcar Named Desire". For this written task, we have to choose an imaginative way of exploring an apsect of the material we have studied. In other

then avoiding the creatures that were in his nightmares for so many years, the hollows. The hollows are terrifying creatures and predators to his kind that only he can see, thus it being his job to protect them. “[...],but as Jacob, inspector of shadows, miraculous interpreter of squirmy gut feelings, seer and slayer of real and actual monsters-and all that might stand between life and death for our merry band of peculiars.”(Riggs 43). This quote really emphasizes the fact that it his his job to

reveals to United States and the world the new scale of massive destruction and violence inflicted by state sponsored terrorism groups whose distorted religious beliefs achieved nothing to resolve their political and social problems but take out of the shadows serious issues regarding our public safety and become a latent threat awaiting any opportunity to commit one more atrocity against any large vulnerable civil target (Clarke and Newman, 2007, p. 199). Nevertheless, even when it’s clear that terrorist

The sun climbed up the sky, shining the fields a brilliant golden. The barley stalks waved majestically in the wind. A lush valley filled with green willows and shrubs lied past the fields. On the other side of the field, the ranch was overshadowed by the large and strong Gabilans. A herd of rabbits bounded through the valley, and sat on the fluffy grass, watching a large grey hulk stand lifelessly in the center of the field. A large cloud meandered over the Gabilans, changing the well-defined brown

Book I What is justice? Why should we be just? Cephalus - Justice means living up to your legal obligations and being honest. - Socrates - Its like returning weapon to a madman.. he'll kill people. Polemarchus - Justice means that you owe friends help, and you owe enemies harm. - Socrates - we are not always friends with the most virtuous, nor are our enemies always teh scum of society Thrasymachus , sophist - Justice is nothing more than the advantage of the stronger-- it does not