The Cat Who Walks Through Walls

monologues poem the poem is about J. Alfred Prufrock himself where he is searching for love and significance in an indeterminate, sundown world. He thinks that people would not accept him for who is. As the poem begins, Prufrock is inviting readers to walk with him through the modern city. He states that “Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels” (Eliot 822). Prufrock did not take the reader to a romantic street at all; in fact

last plate down before walking to the door. She briefly looked in the mirror by the entrance and straightened her orange floral bowtie, before opening the door with a smile. "Hey" Braeden waved and pulled the door open further, so Allison could walk through. Allison couldn't contain her smile when she noticed the bowtie, she hadn't thought Braeden would actually wear flowers for her. "That's cute" Allison blurted, pointing at the tie. "Oh! uh - my flowers died, so I wasn't sure what to do, but

Charles Simic portrays a ten-year-old boy who is trying to escape the harsh realities of war through his imagination. Simic uses metaphors, descriptive phrases, and irony to further develop his poem with an aspiring, grim, and mischievous tone. This piece of work is told from a ten-year-old civilians point of view who is the midst of chaos. The author was born in 1938 in Yugoslavia just before the start of World War II in 1939. The war continued through 1945 causing numerous fatalities and injuries

already too late to catch a bus. She took sir’s nod as a sign to leave and slowly walked through the school. Little lit empty schools used to scare her, now days she was used to it. Her fingers traced over the walls of the corridors plastered with work only parents could be proud of. She sniffled as her shoes tapped on the hard wood. Katelyn looked down at her feet with only her fingers to guide her through the dim light. Her hands traced over the doors of each classroom. Past her form room,

raised the question of who else is in on this secret, but that was a mere drop in the blood-filled river Flamestar was determined to

top, those between, and those at the bottom. This systematic power structure is destroying communities from within. The book, The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison, is a story about young black girl - Pecola Breedlove - who dreams for her eyes to turn blue. Chunks of the book are written through the eyes of Claudia MacTeer, another young black girl in the Loraine, Ohio. We follow Pecola and her mental demise caused by internal and external oppression from many forces. Oftentimes, people need to feel powerful

of the bus. “Thank you.” I told Mrs. Wendy. She nodded as I hopped off the bus. My house was about two houses away from my bus stop so I started to walk. I always stare at the neighboring houses and see all the leaves in ginormous pil es and black garbage bags. “Nellie! How was school?” A voice shouted. It was Mr Castro, the friendly old man who lived across the street from me. He always took the time to ask me how my day was. “My day was fine. The same thing every day. How was yours?” I asked

up a trophy. SERENA, 13, is next on line. ANNOUNCER Serena. Serena grabs the trophy from the Announcer. SERENA Thank you. Serena smiles for a picture. She walks to the end of the hallway. JESSICA is next on line. ANNOUNCER Jessica. Jessica grabs the trophy from the Announcer. JESSICA Thank you. She poses for the camera. She walks to the end of the hallway. Jessica and Serena look at their trophies. They gleam with excitement. FRANCESCA is next on line. ANNOUNCER Francesca. Francesca takes

English 113 Giang, Nguyen Composition Professor Annette McGinnis Paper #2: Observation No families with kids growing up would want to raise them up in an execrable neighborhood since environment influences kids the most. That is probably why every relative questioned Mr. Bao’s moving into a house in the most dangerous city in Orange County, Santa Ana. According to “OC register”, Santa Ana has the highest crime rate in OC, up to 869 cases a year in 2016

One of the most impactful people in my life is someone who most people have only heard, and in every voice but his own. From the moment I first witnessed his work made available to me through a gray console TV, I couldn’t look away. Every character imaginable from a french love struck skunk to a Napoleonesque Martian with an Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator came alive as I lay sprawled out on the faded cornflower blue carpet of my grandma’s living room. My interest in these larger-than-life