Crimson

The opening of Fine Points by Andrea Lee gives some important details on the introduction of the two female characters and the setting. This background information is important because it is to help the readers know how the story is about, to know the upcoming plot, to give the information that narrator and Margaret are different in appearance, different view in their romance, and from the background information we can know the characters from narrator and Margaret. This background information…

shouldn’t have been a big surprise considering my grandmother mostly reads in her spare time. However, I did appreciate how beautiful the book was. The binding was a purple that looked like it would have been worn by royalty and the cover was a deep crimson red. On the cover there was gold swords embossed into the cover. The book itself wasn’t very old, however the story contained within was. The title of the book was The Three Musketeers. The book really was beautiful, however it was still a…

And the final and sixth member was Run, a young man with fair blond hair and golden eyes. He wore a white robe on top of a black shirt and pants with a brown belt, a feather pin behind his ear and a collar-like accessory on his neck. They too were investigating the crime scene and the massive damage left behind by Ash and Night Raid. "Whoa!" Wave gawked at the destruction within the plaza. "It looks like a warzone." "Stop gawking like an idiot, Wave. You’re embarrassing us." Kurome insulted her…

The fire was dwindling as the last words of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” were sang. Although it wasn’t the most mellifluous sound, the lyrics were still rhapsodic, completely filled with passion. I leaned towards one of my many beloved roommates from the past two weeks at camp, checking her features to see if she was crying as I was. Unsurprisingly, her tear-stained cheeks were glistening from the minimal sunlight still grasping onto the far end of Burt Lake that algid Friday evening. It was later…

Perseverance instills itself into individuals during stressful times. There are several references in the poem to Penelope’s perseverance both in her faithfulness to Odysseus and her performance of the duties of a traditional housewife over the twenty years her husband was away. The painting is a visually representation of this perseverance by showing Penelope intently concentrating on weaving the shroud while her suitors try and persuade her with music and gifts. The themes of perseverance,…

successfully receive and as a result he continues to be disobedient. Amelia appears to have difficulty with the daily stressors of life on top of her depressed state. She then finds a book titled ‘Mister Babadook’. It has eerie characteristics such as, its crimson color, pop-ups, and evil images. As she starts reading the book, Samuel becomes scared and truly believes that there is something out to kill them both. The reading of the book was the start of the frightening experience that Amelia…

around it to create a dimensional color. These multiple colors create an illumination and density to one specific color in the subject of the painting. For example, in the woman’s red scarf in the Eragny painting is made of ultramarine blue, alizarin crimson, naples yellow, pthalo blue and ivory black. From afar this looks like an elegantly painted pink headdress with folds from being wrapped around her. This scarf alone makes the viewer believe the folds’ effect on the shadowed area. Usually…

For many years, women have been fighting to make sure women and men earn the same pay for the same work. As a woman myself I am faced with this issue as I enter into my career field. When working in a male dominated industry wage discrimination can be an issue. In 2018, women should not have to fight for women’s equal pay within the workplace at the current moment. For over fifty years, women have been fight for equal rights, since women have been granted the right to vote. Women’s issue with…

A miracle of science now a common medical procedure through every hospital across the globe. Transplants were every doctor’s from the 1800’s fantasy, and are now every doctor’s reality. A stark white room, slightly dirtied by musty browns. Sheets of white are draped across tables near the patient, in case of excess bleeding. Their surface rippled softly as the wind from the open window drifted in. The scent of sterilized metal lingered in the air, sharp and sour to their noses. Tiles gleamed…

A familiar feeling... His warming presence stayed with me through the season of spring and into the blistering hot days of summer. My footsteps treaded after one another like youthful deer on the chase as I ran to the faithful place on the outskirts. Wherever I was, he never failed to stand right beside me, holding me every moment of the way. My heart burned with a fire that was hotter than the fury of the Sun. The Sun flashed the image of his face at my every turn, leaving a feverish burn of…