Vivian Pickles

A Woman Ahead of Her Time “The Land of the Free, the Home of the Brave”; these are the words that since 1814 have been used to describe the spirit of the country that we call America. For many, this country symbolizes a history of just that; bravery and freedom. But what does it mean to be an American? Does it simply mean that a person is born in to the country, or does it mean that they empower the character traits used to describe the country itself? When describing America and what it is to

The Poisonwood Bible, written by Barbara Kingsolver, details the experiences of a missionary family in the Congo, narrated by the Price women. Multiple questions are introduced over the course of the novel, some being answered and others not so much. One important theme in the novel is the influence of surroundings on the characters, specifically Leah Price. Leah Price arguably went through the most change and development as a result of her surroundings and environment. Her moral, psychological change

In the play The Winter’s Tale by William Shakespeare, exists two different types of characters: dynamic characters, meaning characters who change throughout the play by learning and growing through their experiences, and static characters, meaning characters that stagnate from the beginning to end. In particular, the most dynamic character in the play is King Leontes of Sicilia. In the beginning, Leontes believes in the self-assumed belief that his wife, Queen Hermione, is having affairs with his

In the short stories, “Saving Sourdi,” by May-Lee Chai and “The Moths,” by Helena Maria Viramontes, the main character of each short story goes through their own coming of age experience where they are forced to mature in order to overcome an obstacle. Chai explains her main character, Nea’s, struggle as she is forced to mature and overcome the departure of her older sister, Sourdi, from her life after she gets married and moves away. Viramontes, on the other hand, depicts her narrator’s struggle

When my Grandmother passed away, I thought about it long and hard. I thought about how I could somehow do something to make her life here on Earth a tribute from the ones whom loved her, and the ones that she had touched. This eulogy written for Corolie Feagin Davis, was not only written as a means to be closure of her life here on Earth, but to celebrate her crossing over into a much better place. That place, which she has spoken to me and others about on several occasions, is where she has been

The Past is the Key to the Future Heather stumbled into the empty apartment. Through the walls, she could hear the sobs of the neighbours in mourning, the atmosphere filled with sorrow. Today, September 24th only marked the fourth day after the big news was announced. In her head, Heather had played and replayed the events of that day countless times, yet the truth still holds. This is the reality. Four days earlier….. You never know what to expect each day until things have played out, you don’t

“Four months isn’t a very long time. But I felt I’d met the man of my dreams.” Her eyes blurred, remembering. “Ryder felt the same. I know he did. But a couple has to know each other before tying the knot. And the man has to get the beans out of his shorts.” “Papa.” She giggled. “No, I mean it, Phoebe. He has to realize what he’s committing to and why.” Her laughter died. “My own parents felt that way. My dad had a fit. But Ryder and I wouldn’t listen.” “No, you didn’t. Marriage needs preparation

My cousin and I hang out every weekend. He usually comes over around noon and we just play videogames in the living room, talking about life. Nigel is on his way over so i'm cleaning up the basement before he comes. When Nigel comes we get in the car and head over to the mall to cash out. When we get there we go inside my favorite store which is footlocker and i purchase 3 pairs of shoes that cost me $700. While i leave i notice this very attractive women and go over to talk to her. Nigel says “she's

Milow, Mino and Milena. Growing up, those three were my best friends. From a young age, I have distinct memories of my daily ritual with them. I would play house and when I heard footsteps coming toward my door, I knew it would be mom would be saying that she had made dinner. I would say goodbye and leave my room, meeting my mom before she came in. No, they weren’t physical, tangible and real people; They were imaginary ones, used to occupy the boredom I faced growing up. With two working parents

Arlo stood on the side of the street walk staring. An object in the window had caught his wandering gaze. It 's sheen of gold, caused him to stand with his eyes transfixed upon the shops outside window. Snow was falling down upon the street walk and covered it with a soft layer of white. Footprints scattered through it, like gaping holes to reveal a hard layer of concrete that lay beneath. Arlo huddled with his jacket, he was shivering and he thought it best to find somewhere warm. The shop seemed