Vivian Pickles

What would it be like to live in a slum or a dump and pick up garbage for a living? I am sure not many people around here have experienced that or know what it is like. Reading the book and watching the film just goes to show how nice we actually have it here and why we should never complain. It’s very interesting to learn about other cultures and the way people live. Studying human geography shows all of the different viewpoints of people’s lives and what they do in order to make a living. I thought

Sons and Lovers: Examine the Relationships Paul has with the Women in his Life. Paul Morel is the main character in DH Lawrence's novel 'Sons and Lovers'. The story charts his early life from when his parents married and the subsequent birth of four children, through childhood and early adulthood to the death of his mother. During this time three women have a major impact on his life, his mother, Miriam and Clara. Each has the most influence at different times in his life and can be attributed to

Good Country People “Woman, Do You Ever Look Inside?” There are many themes within Flannery O’Connor’s short story “Good Country People”. Religion is definitely one of the more prominent themes that the story holds. Like most of O’Connor’s works, it plays a big part in the actions or characteristics of the main characters. This is all on the surface however. The more important and less accentuated theme is the various facades the characters create for themselves. These facades prevent them

struggles greater than most men of his decent. I feel sorry for him because of his limitations, even though I view him as a coward. He cannot break free of his background and family. The three main female characters in the novel, Tante Lou, Miss Emma, and Vivian, restrict and limit Grant's choices. Grant realizes that freedom means leaving his small town and creating a new life, yet each woman holds a chain that keeps him from his destiny and the right to be free. First, Tante Lou, his aunt holds Grant from

Unspoken A week had been and gone, Serena's relationship with Ric still had its vicissitudes. Despite, him knowing her sadness, she could not let herself feel it with him, to her, it didn't seem fair, she blamed herself, she always blamed herself for such tragedies, regarding her children. She did not want to hear, Ric tell her that it was not her fault; it seemed ludicrous for him to think otherwise. Serena, knew how, Ric could get, he has this protective manner, he did not like seeing Serena

The stereotypical grandmother is a sweet old woman, always carrying a plate of fresh baked cookies, who lives just over the river and through the woods. As a child, my grandmother seemed very similar to this fairy tale rendition, but as I have grown I have realized that she has played a much larger role in my life than the storybooks, and really anyone, could have predicted. When I was thirteen years old, my mother kicked me out of the house. My grandmother graciously took me in, since my father

Alison felt sick. She could not believe that she had put herself forward by agreeing to take three people to Frinda. A place that if they got caught in, could mean trouble, not only from her mum, but also the queen, who did not wish nosey kids to probe her kingdom before going to war. She got her clothes ready for the adventure and packed her backpack with a torch, food and a bottle of water, and lay on her bed grabbing the picture of Amir. She began staring at the handsome prince. She gazed at his

My name is Desilla Bloodee. I am 23 years old. Some say I am a very mysterious woman. I have been described as brave, daring, free, unpredictable, bold, crazy, and many others that probably should not be said right this minute. They say I am not scared of anything. Some people aren 't. Now they will be for the rest of their lives. Not only this generation, but all generations after that. It was a gloomy afternoon in Athens, Ohio. It was just raining, and the roads were still shimmering with the cold

back of my closet. And so, of course, when I wanted to cosplay Urahara Kisuke from Bleach, i desperately needed another person to play as Yoruichi Shihoin. I went everywhere to find my Yoruichi since none of my friends knew of what I did in my past time. I posted pictures about it on my Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr(Before i became a well known cosplayer) and even Kik. No one replied. I was hopeless. Until one day, surprisingly, a random girl named Ymir replied to me saying that she 's planning on cosplaying

The morning sun shined brightly upon Linda Ezra’s face, showcasing the dark circles under her eyes and the birds nest she called hair. She squinted and looked at her digital clock, seeing it was six in the morning. It became apparent to her that she had stayed up since eleven last night, reciting lines to her mirror. She wasn’t an actress but today was supposed to be a big day for her. For too long she’d been hidden in the shadows and disrespected, but she promised herself she would make that change