Why Are You Looking Grave?

Curse “I’M ALL ALONE GRAVES I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!” Furiously scrubbing your eyes you sobbed “I HAVE NOTHING LEFT I’M TERRIFIED OF BEING ALONE!” “That’s simply not true.” at graves words you looked up at him “You have us silly.” you turn your head towards finley shaking your head you let your confusion be know “Wha- but but none of you know me!” “Did you think we were going to kick you out after you got better?” Reese huffs giving you a look “how stupid could you be you’re obviously going

of SHALOTT by: Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ah, Are You Diggin on My grave by: Thomas Hardy and The Rocking-Horse

leave the confines of this shell hole. I no longer hear the steps of my comrades, the gunfire becomes sparse and a relative placidity takes no man’s land. Though I dare not move. As I can feel the roaches’ eyes scan across this barren cemetery, looking for any movement, for any signs of consciousness. The nauseating moans of the dying pervade the stagnant air. Eventually becoming fewer and fewer with time. begin to feel disoriented, physically feeble, cold; as if I can see myself in the reflection

his goals. His plan is simple, use body parts to create the ultimate, perfect man. He desecrates countless graves in order to get the specific body parts he required. After years of isolation, he devised the perfect man: Frankenstein’s

However, it's hard to see why this information is offered, and in such a roundabout, casual way. Shakespeare doesn't specify ages very often, and when he does so in other plays, it's easy to see why. Juliet's youth is an important element in her character, and Lear's age is equally important to his story. But thirty is neither very young nor very old, and if the fact that Hamlet is thirty is important, why weren't we told earlier?) Hamlet's next question is "How long

in front of my father 's stone grave. A grave, worn down by weather. I begin staring dreamily, not at the grave, but at something: a distant past, a happier time. I am not here, in the present, but in the past, replaying every event, every memory that I have of my father. Gently, as if worried I might break it, I reach out one finger and stroke the rough stone. 'Are you in there? ' My voice is trembling, almost a whisper lost in the wind. I read the words on the grave again. I

He could see the image perfectly in his mind; the cemetery quiet, crows singing harshly in the distance, the sun's light illuminating the tombs as it baid the day farewell, orange leaves nestled near the stones resting on the grave, Hannibal young and sharp-minded, settling in this new country, paying his respects to the past as he took in the present. Maybe he had traveled here for the sake of his studies, or because the small suburb in which he'd grown up had grown too banal

my best friend, Daniel Knife committed suicide. I didn’t realize it at first, but I kept getting this weird feeling ever since they died. Everything was different. The next morning I felt the need to go see her grave again. When I arrived there, a weeping willow tree had grown on her grave with my wife's name carved in it. I heard voices around me whispering “Cole, Cole, Cole….” It sounded just like my wife, Sami. I turned to leave but then saw something out of the corner of my eye. As I looked back

tribe by Ethan Walters. The author shares his story on being a never married and the reason why is because adults need time to find what they need in a mate, they join tribes to find these qualities but it has its consequence. To support his claim the author uses analogy and repetition. He uses analogy is 2 places. “When members of our tribe choose to get married, the rest of us talk about them with grave concern, as if they’ve joined a religion that requires them to live in a guarded compound”

times gives her clothes for a festival, and she ends up marrying the king in the end. “Cinderella” is the Bulgarian version that has Cinderella turn her mother into a cow, and has her father gets remarried. The cow helps Cinderella with work, but the grave gives Cinderella clothes for church after the stepmother order to kill the cow. In the end,