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After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable

Once upon a time a girl was walking down the street when suddenly she saw a pigeon that shone because it was very white and pretty was in the middle of the street, the pigeon moved its wings but could not fly. The girl approached and grabbed it carefully, when suddenly I saw one of its wings was bleeding, the dove was hurt and did not have enough strength to fly. Since she was younger, her dream had been to be a veterinarian. He took the dove to his house and told his parents about it. The girl was

Urban II and the Roman Catholic Church’s actions, their proposed motivations seem unclear, and even unchristian. Prior to the Crusades, Urban encouraged that Western Europe fight for their religion but throughout the crusades the real motivations shone though; the Crusaders were power

Good evening, morning, dawn or dusk. It is my utmost honour to stand here today in front of you all. Ministers, priests and bishops alike as well as the prestigious Duke of Venice. I welcome you to the funeral of Othello. Today, I write and weep about the man named Othello. Now some of you may know Othello as just a man who was held high within Venice’s military, but I Michael Cassio knew Othello as not only a leader, a general and a beloved captain. Othello was my leader, my friend and my mentor

her school on Venus are nine years old. Margot came from Earth to Venus five years ago. Therefore she accurately recalls the sun and the way it looked and felt as it shone on her when she was back in Ohio. However, this is not the case with the other children. They were far too young to remember what the sun was like when last it shone upon them. They can only imagine the warmness of that sun upon their arms and legs. Margot tells the others that the sun is round like a penny and hot like a fire in

Review of Macbeth Production On the 28th October 2002, I went to see a production of William Shakespeare's Macbeth, starring Sean Bean as Macbeth, and directed by Edward Hall. I was looking forward to seeing this particular production, as I am a huge fan of Lord Of the Rings, and was excited about seeing one of the cast on stage, and because of Sean Bean's performance in the film, I had high expectations of the play. The play opened with a massive thunder crack that

stalk the old man with great caution. “Every night about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it-- oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern,all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head…. I moved it slowly,-- very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man’s sleep” (Poe 1-2). The craft in this is show don’t tell because the author shows how the narrator is a psychopath but does not tell

Doctor Pax shivered when a draft of cold sea air blew through a gap in his collar and tingled down his spine. He heard a shuffle and looked up to see a shadow move. Mosaic shone the torch higher and Doctor Pax gasped at what he saw. Hundreds of tiny bats clung for dear life onto the ceiling. 'Ssshh! Best not wake them up.' Mosaic shone the torch on the wall. Doctor Pax saw two sets of initials carved into the stone. M. E. and T. E.’ ‘That’s me and my sister, Tassie Elliot,’ Mosaic said. ‘We carved those

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight, And the trees have a silver glare; Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly, And the harpies of upper air, That flutter and laugh and stare. For the village dead to the moon outspread Never shone in the sunset’s gleam, But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep Where the rivers of madness stream Down the gulfs to a pit of dream. A chill wind weaves through’ the rows of sheaves In the meadows that shimmer pale, And comes to twine where

poem full of tenderness and admiration. While reading the piece, an image of two young lovers spending a night together in a park formed in my mind. They spent time watching lights twinkle “like golden spangles” (4) in the Hudson River, and the water shone like “satin” (5). The night seems to hold a romantic, dreamlike aura. The description of the lights in the water as “spangles” (4) led me to think of jewelry, which is precious, valuable and most often holds important meaning to he or she who owns