Dagger

Have you ever saw something that wasn’t really there? If a hallucination or apparition gave you information about your future, would you believe it? The character of Macbeth walks a fine line along the edge of what's real and what isn’t. The contrast between appearance and reality, whether it be through visions or prophecy, provides an additional experience when reading the play, Macbeth By William Shakespeare. The Witches in the play give Macbeth a prophecy, more specifically, a prophecy…

Colin Dexter Raised with high scholarly expectations, Norman Colin Dexter is a revolutionary in the writing genre of crime and mystery. Born September 29, 1930 in Stamford, Lincolnshire, England, Colin Dexter had numerous academic challenges ahead of him. Both of his parents dropped out of school at twelve years old, consequentially wanting him to put his time and effort solely into his studies, which excused him of household chores. As he got older, Colin Dexter took an interest to crossword…

“Three…..Two…..One.” To my surprise, I felt nothing, a tickle if anything. Is it over? I thought. Was that it? My eyes crept open, but of course, my dear friend the dagger was still there. There it was, resting in my nose like a hibernating bear. The keeper of the dagger was cinching the microscopic sparkle to the endpoint of my friend. She then slid the needle through the rest of my nose and the sparkle looped into place. After all this, I was actually pierced by…

or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? (Act II Scene I). This causes Macbeth to talk to himself about the dagger. He is upset by it and thinks the dagger is causing him to commit the crimes. He also hallucinates when he hears voices; he thinks the voices are calling out “murdered sleep.” Macbeth was also…

"Go get some water, / And wash this filthy witness from your hand. / Why did you bring these daggers from the place? / They must lie there. Go carry them and smear / The sleepy grooms with blood." (2.2.60-64). After the murdering of King Duncan, Macbeth is incredibly disturbed by his deed and is consumed with remorse, paralyzing him. On the other…

trying to limber up, his limbs starting to unlock from being inside playing video games. Caleb had a hard foam axe, but it was useless against his weakness, he left himself open to attack when he swings. Nick had two weapons a foam wrench and a foam dagger, he might be harder to deal with but still doable he was small and had a hard time focusing on more than one opponent. “If I could convince both of them to attack each…

He knows that the dagger isn’t really there, but even so the image in his head shows the dagger (which just so happens to be the weapon he is planning to use in the murder) is guiding him towards Duncan’s murder. The quote “proceeding from the heat oppressed brain” which Macbeth tells himself, shows that he has been obsessively thinking about the murder of Duncan, his loyal companion and friend. “It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes”, this quote shows that it is the thought…

while he shoots arrows it hitted Kratos lots of times, but Kratos didn’t feel any damage so just used his two daggers and tries to slash Vali, Kratos keeps on missing, so Vali switched to his daggers too, and stabbed Kratos’s back, Kratos did too, he stabbed Vali’s body with his mighty, powerful dagger then, took the dagger out of Vali’s body. Vali was aghast, he did not know that the dagger of Exile, and Athena is that strong. Vali and Hoenir dying and could not believe what they just…

me! O, tell not me of fear!” Juliet was the one who took the dagger, “No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. Laying down her dagger”. Romeo was the one who killed himself, “The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! Drinks O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. Dies”. Lastly, Juliet was the one who killed herself, “ Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! Snatching ROMEO's dagger This is thy sheath; Stabs herself there rust, and let me…

Her steps were slow and cautious. Her breaths were small and shallow, but her heart could be heard by anyone standing at least a few meters away. She had been waiting perpetually. Had been plotting, planning; and agonizing. She was already well aware of the consequence her actions would lead to, but after the event that had been weighing on her shoulders for years on end, the few seconds of relief that she would finally have after the deed was done would be all worth it. Her grip tightened…