Crimson

Eternity Eternity, a word that I have never really thought about before-- that was, of course, before today. I gripped the rigid metal that barely held me above my death, sweat dripping off of my face. Blood seeped from the deep wound that scared my hands from holding the sharp strip that jutted out from the rocky wall of the ravine, the only thing separating me from my death. I contemplated my fate. I could either keep clenching onto the handhold, or I could submit to my death and let go. I…

Victoria Seacrest pauses at the mirror adjusts her silk blouse and black skirt to show off her curves and legs. She enters the office with long graceful strides. The two glass tumblers in her hands and the look on her face indicate a social visit. Jason Dixson looks up from his cluttered desk. Trembling fingers hovering over the keyboard. Both computer screens show banking data and one transfer window for $100 million. He takes a deep breath presses a button then coughs out the air in a panic…

The Colours of Heroes In the early weeks of March, in my Art Studies 1 class, we were asked to watch a movie entitled “Hero” and write a critical essay on the use of colours, its effect, and perceived meaning. The movie was well made and is different from others. The plot was simple with a twist and each scene was wonderfully made. The combination of the simple settings and vivid colours of the outfits of the characters complemented well and allowed the viewers to focus on the actors more.…

My most valuable possession was my house. It wasn’t anything fancy or exquisite, but it was there that I had spent the precious moments, however few, with my beloved dad. I remember that we would spend hours playing, running around the arched, brightly lit corridors. On either side, I recall the large mahogany doors which would fluidly open to reveal ancient, chestnut-brown rooms with antique, twin bed frames which were confined within. I will never forget the uncanny gargoyles that were…

Sigmund Freud, a world-renowned psychologist, best known for his work revolving around psychoanalytical psychology and the unconscious, came up with an idea called the “return of the repressed”. This idea details that individuals often lodge antisocial desires and impulses deep within our unconsciousness. Gail Hornstein calls these hidden desires and impulses “offending material”. In the case of Harlan Ellison’s short gothic story, “Shattered Like a Glass Goblin”, these materials are the…

The Impact of Theodore Roosevelt`s Policies This essay will argue that Theodore Roosevelt`s policies changed the course of American politics. Roosevelt was the 26th president of the United States and he was ideally exceptional at his profession. He was born on October 27, 1858, and raised in New York City. Roosevelt was home schooled during his adolescent years, and by 1876 he started attending Harvard University where he studied a mixture of subjects. Those subjects included German, zoology,…

her knees and bawls her eyes out, remembering her own children who were taken from her long ago. She pressed her hand onto Rhaegar’s face, closing his eyelids, before bending down to kiss his forehead. When she rose to her feet, she had removed his crimson cloak as well as taken up his sword. the sad look she had just expressed immediately returned to the look of hatred she displayed when she first discovered Rhaegar’s corpse. “Good night my Silver Prince,” Naela whispered to the corpse. “In…

“The Girl That Butt-Shuffled” To most people you meet you are just someone they met once, however every now and again people will remember you for something. Like for example we had this big singing thing at my last high school every year called “Celebration”. It’s exactly what it sounds like, the whole school sings for a few hours. There’s not even cake, it wasn’t much of a celebration by my standards. Anyway, I was fortunate enough to be chosen to lead the school in this. It was fantastic I…

As an ignorant young adult, I wasn’t very outgoing; I was always the shy student, the one who always got bullied and I wouldn’t really talk to anyone. When I turned fourteen, my parents informed me I was to attend confirmation classes. I wasn’t exactly enthused at the new that I would attend it for two years. To add to these, wonderful news; my older brother was going with me too. Goody. During the first few months I went I found it to be quite boring and unintriguing for me. I had to stay…

At the end of the story “The Bass, The River, and Shelia Mant” by W.D. Wetherell the narrator has to make a choice between probably the biggest bass he has ever had on his line and the girl he has been trying to impress all summer. Why would the narrator choose a fish over a gorgeous girl? Simple because fishing is the narrators passion, and during the summer he would spend a majority of his time fishing the river for bass. When he wasn’t doing that he would be casting his line for practice in…