As his grandfather lies there on his deathbed, he told him about a terrible crime that he committed many years ago and got away with. He also tells him that his freedom was the result of a spell he performed and that you should expect a visit from a dark man. " He will come out of the shadows," were his final words. He lay in bed that night wondering if this supposed ‘DarkMan’ was real and when he would come, his grandfather was just playing a joke on him wasn’t he?…
Cavafy’s poem makes me think of college, specifically in terms of how I should, we should, be grateful that we are here. It is a privilege to attend college, a privilege to further our education. It is not easy, but getting here, being accepted here, is an achievement in itself, “a glorious thing” to quote Cavafy. This is a step on the ladder of education. It may not seem, when stepping back and looking at it all, like it is a great feat or triumph to have been accepted here, but by directing my focus to the here and now, I can see that I am incredibly fortunate and extremely privileged to be at this university.…
When I wake, I go from darkness to the sunshine erupting in my eyes. I feel the need to get up but my body is working slower than my mind this morning. As I manage to lift myself up from my bed, I quickly remember that today is the day Papa leaves for his yearly hunting trip. Leaping to my feet, I dash to make sure he hasn't left yet. I slowly come to a stop when I see him fast asleep on the floor with an empty bottle of liquor placed in his hand.…
The NFC championship game is on Sunday and my friend Alex and I have tickets. The Eagles are playing the Packers in Green Bay. It is Friday and my friend and I are leaving in an hour. We had to pack many layers because it is supposed to be below 20 degrees and snowing the whole time we are there. We finished packing and then got into my SUV and we were off.…
"Time for tea, Miss. " Abigail's frail voice rung out, her voice slightly muffled by her quiet knocking - although she had need not to - I was nearly out the door. "Yes, I'll be on my way. " It had seem that this tea time was rather, ineluctable.…
Tyler White, 41 of Omaha, Nebraska, passed away at 6:30am on the 5th of April 2014. He was at his house when he left us. Tyler was born February 11th, 1973 in Omaha, Nebraska to his mother, Kendra Burnt and his father Steven White. He graduated Central High School in 1994 and attended the University of Nebraska. He then went on to sell insurance at Mutual of Omaha.…
(WALTER bursts through the door with an expression on his face more delighted than anyone else in the room) MAMA Where you been at, Walter? WALTER You’ll never believe who I just heard from. MAMA Tell me where you been all this time.…
My ears ring in my head as explosions destroy my home, my family, my future. I shake violently as the bombs eliminate anything left of my destitute neighborhood. What do they want from us? Money? We’ve never had any.…
Boy, that essay sure took me awhile to write. It was so worth it though. It was nice to write again. Doing so took my mind off of the incident. It has now been three months since I wrote that essay.…
ALDS game 4 CRACK! I just hit a wiffle ball all the way to my neighbors driveway. My friend Weston was running to get the ball I rounded 1rst I rounded 2nd I was on my way home the throw came to the catcher (Braden)…
Chrystos is making the argument that all white people have things that they had no idea that they originated from Native American culture and that in a way they are disgracing their culture and beliefs. She assumes that we don’t have Native roots until the end of the poem saying that maybe we have a grandma who was Native American. She is making the stereotype that white people don’t have any regard for other cultures and that whites think they are superior to others. I think “it” is referring to some people who don’t know very much about other cultures and were something or own something without knowing its roots. She does seem somewhat angry because she just wants them to know where the things they have truly came from and how to respect…
Marium Shahid September.9.2016 CRT 1503 9/11 reflection The memory of 9/11 is kind of fuzzy but I remember I was 2 years old and my Sister…
“And there she was - lying motionless on the old-fashioned, discolored rug in the living room. At that moment, as I was staring into her void eyes, I became a living corpse myself.” I swallow hard, as the vision of her lifeless body flashes right before my eyes. Eight years later, the memory is as vivid as ever. Hugh listens carefully, periodically diverting his gaze away from me.…
The Lost Canto 1 Then, in the midst of rejoice and celebration, One boy, recalled to himself Moments when he glimpsed the malicious monster’s menacing acts nights ago: “When I went to sleep beside my mother, the moon gleamed greatly 5 Through the open window. The breeze bellowed, blowing onto my face, but then, It was all dark, the light disappeared, the wind blocked, beating my eyes open. And right outside my safe-keeping house, stood a loathsome beast, Blood, dripping from His jaw, sparkled in the moonlight.…
The reason why I chose to write about Nokugcina Mhlophe, it is because I like her work and stytle, because she was also involrd in fighting for freedom. I will be looking at her work in writing poetry. The inspiration that she gives out to young people. I was moved by her praise poem in honour of Nokukhanya Luthuli, widow of chief Albert Luthuli.…