Vermilion

Her story begins far beyond where her memories themselves extend, to a time when the word Japan did not exist, to a time when the castles of Nihon were still bustling with people living their luxurious life while the people outside tolled away upon the rice fields - when Tokugawa Ieyasu brandished his sword to conquer and finally unify the islands together under one fist. The Edo Period, a time that should be most prosperous for everyone, a time when happiness should come unfounded to even the misers

Confucius builds upon the idea that one should be humble and a good ruler. Similarly, Du Fu expresses the same traits in his poem “A Song of My Cares When Going From the Capital to Fengxian.” Written in third person, Du Fu recounts his journey from the capital to visit his family. The poem composes of many idea, one that sticked out that most to me is the the idea of being a good ruler through Du Fu’s comparison between the stunning colors and luxuries in the capital with the ordinary darkness and

Children born with disabilities have to learn to adapt to the fast paced world. Doodle, a young boy born in a caul, uses determination to try and be a normal kid. Ally, a young girl living with a vision impairment, uses determination to accomplish everyday tasks for kids of her age. These children learn what they can do, then push themselves to go farther, whether for the good or bad. Both Ally in “You Need to Go Upstairs” by Rumer Godden and Doodle in “The Scarlet Ibis” by James Hurst show that

on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion. Beads of sweat begun to form along my hairline due to the early summer heat, well over 90°. I stepped under the avocado tree, its shade a relief. The tree seemed to sigh, its branched strained with responsibility. The tree was a guardian, its presence

Jim Bowie is an amazing Man because he died defending Texas. He died at the alamo on his deathbed by getting stabbed. His death was a very gruesome consequences for being sick in bed and shooting two of the mexicans. Now if that is not a gruesome death, then you are crazy. Jim Bowie was born in Elliot springs,Tennessee. He was quite a daredevil when he was a boy. He rode alligators for fun all the while learning the most efficient and safe way to ride them. His father, John Bowie, served in the

In a few weeks, I would be returning to my seasonal job in Vermilion Cliffs, Arizona, and the Perfect Stranger would be completing her thesis and managing her foundation in Long Beach, California. How would we manage the distance? Being together was now more familiar than being apart! Continuing our Moki ascent, the

of light despite there being no tree or clouds overhead. It was just darker than anything else. A chill ran up Gabby's spine as the late-summer/early autumn breeze rushed past her. She took a mental note to pick up a jacket before they left for Vermilion. Better to be safe than sorry. They walked further until they came to a

James Hurst’s The Scarlet Ibis relates the story of how the destructive force of pride comes between the friendship of two young brothers. In this short story, the unnamed narrator tells the story of his friendship with his younger brother Doodle. He wants a companion to spend time with, and is disappointed when Doodle is born because of his physical ailments and a weak heart. The narrator’s hurt pride drives him to teach Doodle how to walk and run out of his own embarrassment for having an invalid

far below the surface, on the run from hunters he had slithered into an abandoned burrow and clogged it with gemstones. Ten years had created a monster of ice spikes and clusters of gems larger than his entire body, of every hue from celadon to vermilion, every cut, every texture. Beauty was his only suit and it had done him no good. He peered through the fog and was struck hard by the terror and realisation that he would die there. His lungs rattled in fear, fingers warm with

been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red. "Doodle! Doodle!" I cried, shaking him, but there was no answer but the ropy rain. He lay very awkwardly, with his head thrown far back, making his vermilion neck appear unusually long and slim. His little legs, bent sharply at the knees, had never before seemed so fragile, so thin.” Pg 6 Doodle could not survive being left alone and his brother knew