The Wrong Trousers

find their target. The two had approached The Scourge, each had his gun held up, and about to call out ‘freeze!’ when The Scourge suddenly bolted. On they ran, further and deeper into the ruins of the old city, until, eventually, The Scourge took a wrong turn into a dead-end. Samuel and Kushan quickly lifted their Voltguns, just as the offender began to look for a way to climb the wall.

In the book The Classic Salve Narratives, edited and with an introduction by Henry Louis Gates, JR., contains a slave narrative; Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. This narrative is written by Frederick Douglass, in 1845, who was a former slave but escaped slavery. The narrative describes the horrors and injustices of American slavery, however, some pro-slavery forces might have argued that Douglass simply had the bad luck to have a series of cruel or incompetent owners. But this is not

The emancipation of slavery is an issue that I feel most strongly about. Slavery is an evil, and the treatment of these people is the vilest. A man taking it upon himself to own and force into labor another man, and control his every move, is not one that has a high understanding of ethics and morals. We might fight to cease this cruel treatment and allow these people equality and liberty, just like what we bravely fought for against the British. A pro-slavery supporter, George Fitzhugh, makes the

holes the tavern served as a polling place.” (Kenneth Silverman, pg. 184) One Election day, Poe died at the tavern, where people could’ve kidnapped him and drugged him. “Poe had a look of “vacant stupidity”. He wore neither vest nor tie, his dingy trousers fit badly, his shirt was crumpled, his cheap hat soiled. Snodgrass thought he must be wearing castoff clothing, having been robbed or cheated of his own. (Kenneth Silverman, pg. 184). Poe had a stupid look; not knowing what was going on. He was not

and other slaves had a desire to escape into freedom. Frederick had to convince other slaves that their lives could be more than slaves. Once he did that they began to have meetings and they planned their escape. However, something was bound to go wrong. In paragraph 6, they were called down to the main house and that is when Frederick was tied up. The men were searching for the protections that Frederick wrote. Then they started to tie the others until Henry (another slave planning to escape) refused

setting, the story indicates the utilization of automobiles for example, at the end of the story the "sheriff pulls [Smitty] into the automobile" (8). Also, the description of Smitty’s attire by dressing “in a long black cut away coat with grey striped trousers and a gate ajar collar” (7) shows the fashionable style during that time. To add on, the author does not mention the use of technology, however, Callaghan indirectly describes the road conditions that consist of white gravel instead of pavement.

The struggles for a kid moving into a new community and school is pretty harsh for example having to say goodbye to friends and family, having to make new friends, and having to get used to your new surroundings. Say good-bye to your friends is one of the hardest things you will ever have to do in life, you are saying goodbye to people who are your 2nd family, and they are used to you being weird and they don't judge you for being yourself. For example, you just move into your new community you don’t

As Frederick Douglass narrates his story throughout this book, he talks a great deal about what happened to him as a child all the way to his adult life as being a slave in the United States. We all know that slavery is wrong and disgusting but the things I 've read opened up my mind to how a slave would feel. The pain of the whippings, cruelity and starvation is something we might not know exactly but the story behind it is worth understanding. The expriences and obstacles that he went through is

single question wrong. Teachers went through their lessons like automations. No explanations, just textbook definitions. What would take an average student thirty minutes was only five minutes for them. They blew through textbooks, from the little eight year olds to the high school seniors. The pupils did the same little things everyday. Each instructor had a grey button on their desk. It was only pushed about once a year. If a learner didn’t raise their hand, or they got a question wrong, the disciplinarian

in the mud. “Morgane says we should take what we want,” said one of the men with a cruel chuckle. Barely conscious now, Joan felt a knife cut into her skin on the back of her upper thigh. They were cutting off her skirts. She heard a belt drop, trousers crumple, and a man crouched behind her. The bare skin of his hairy thigh touch hers as he forced her knees open. Joan clawed at the gag in her mouth and somehow ripped it out. She screamed louder than she ever had in her life, but a kick to the head