Bless you

Why didn’t anything happen in you, Wild Awake? I wanted you to be good, but unfortunately, you were not because nothing happened and goddamn, your main character and the prose was cringe-worthy. Yes, that’s right, my dear friends. Nothing really happen. Yeah, Wild Awake seemed true to everyday life since life doesn’t have an overarching plot, and I would’ve enjoyed it if I hadn’t disliked the main character. It is a mess (albeit, somewhat fitting to the main character’s state of mind). When I…

deception of dressing as a man (another prevalent theme within Shakespeare’s work) that she is able to teach Bassanio never to break his promises to her in the form of the ring trial. Rosalind also teaches her romantic interest while crossdressing in As You Like It (AYL). Orlando, her romantic interest, is an absurdly hopeless romantic, going so far as to carve poems into trees in the forest of Arden, proclaiming: These trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I’ll character,…

like that. You’ll see when he gets here.” She straightened up and turned to face me, smiling. “Would you like some tea?” “That would be wonderful, thank you,” I answered with my own smile. Still, I could not shake the odd feeling I had gotten about her words. What sort of man was Mr. Jones? “You can sit down, Mr. Miller,” Mrs. Jones said from the stove. “Ah, yes, of course!” I faltered. “Thank you.” I pulled out one of the wooden chairs and slowly lowered myself into it, once again eyeing…

his characters. In these spaces, the rules and obligations of the other world do not apply, his characters are allowed play with different identities in the green world. Two plays that particularly highlight this are A Midsummer Night’s Dream and As You Like It. In these plays some of the characters travel through their green world, realize something about themselves or their place in life, and are forever changed once they leave. In this essay I will discuss Titania in A Midsummer Night’s Dream…

might as well take good care of it, but in order to take good care of the textbook you need a good backpack. As Alan Krantzler a marketing chief who is helping create a new market with student-targeted backpacks says, “A bag is a badge. It's a statement of how cool you are,” therefore we want to create the Back2Back app making your journey in looking for a cheap and stylish backpack or getting rid of easy for you (Horovitz, B., & Today, U.).…

of the children as you wish . . .” His voice trailed off. I shivered. “Do you want me to untie them?” Bane asked. “No. They’ll sleep until you reach the mine. Chance, look at me.” Reluctantly, he gazed into Mr. Wang-Woo’s eyes. “You’re sleepy—very sleepy. You yearn for rest. Slumber wraps you in its silky embrace and holds you there as you close your eyes.” I watched Chance’s eyes flutter for a second, and then he opened them again. “Your eyelids are heavy. You must sleep—you have no choice.…

gravity Park depicts is him being able to rise above the ideals of his friends and family. He is so consumed by his love for her, that she becomes a priority over everything else in his life. Park expresses this when telling Eleanor, “Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after” (Rowell 237). Park emphasizes how his past of conforming to others beliefs will no longer influence him because he has…

tells me that dreams are crossroads, not belonging to the mortal or spirit world. In dreams, the deceased can communicate with the living, tie up loose ends. The lost souls would be able to apologize for anything done wrong, be able to say “I love you” one last time, and even tell them where a certain large stack of money is hidden. The possibilities are infinite in Crossroad. Once anything that made the spirit feel fragmented arose, they were condemned to wander Crossroad in search of closure.…

hurting just like you and me. I looked out the window with a tilted head as the corner of my lips drooped. I was thinking about her funeral. I told you to just back up and take a different path because there were so many different ways to get to her grave. You didn’t listen though. You honked your horn and told them to move out of our way. When my sister and I both yelled “why would you do that?” I added “they were at a funeral!” You screamed “I’m mourning! I’m the hurt one!” And then you…

not Jer. You are not my father, nor will you ever be, so you don’t have the right to call him Jer.” Her hands formed into defensive and protective fists, but they stayed glued to her side. She wouldn’t dare to purposely hurt someone. She sat there wishing that Sterling had that same mentality as he set his hand down on her upper thigh. “No matter what we call him, he’ll still be gone until 3:35.” As his hand slowly crept up her leg, she tensed and stood up. “You know, I’ve actually…