Eye

to bed one night thinking it would be a normal night, but little did he know that in the night he would be killed by the insane narrator. In the story ,The Tell Tale Heart, the insane narrator killed the old man because of his “vulture eye”. He thought that the eye could see who he truly is. The police came to the house to investigate a scream a neighbor heard in the night. The police were falling for his act but then the narrator heard the old man's beating heart The heart beat was actually…

The work of art I chose -- “Sphere Lutétia” is created by Jesús Rafael Soto. He was a Venezuelan op and kinetic artist who born in 1923 and passed away in 2005, at the age of 81. Most of his artworks have shown the connection to space. This particular artistic form developed by Soto is broadly known as the “Penetrable”. The “Sphere Lutétia” that created in 1996 is regarded as a representative one. It has been exhibited in "Les Champs de la sculpture” in Paris and Miami Art Basel in 1996. And it…

After he let me inside, we sat on the couch for a little while and watched Spike Lee’s, Do the Right Thing. As Levi and I sat so close to one another, I felt his body heat. With the lights off and thoughts of Aunt Joyce’s nasty tape playing over and over inside of my head, all I wanted to do was the wrong thing. I really wanted to make a move, but I wasn’t sure of what to do. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to give it a shot. “Hey, you never gave me a tour of your house.” “I’ll…

a Chosen, I’ll be dead!” And with that he recited words that were unfamiliar to me. It sounded like a different language, none of this planet. A bright iridescent light encaptured us, and I closed my eyes thinking that he was going to kill me. I mean, he is a Demon afterall. However, I opened my eyes again only to be confronted with a scenery full of beauty. Tall snow capped mountains surrounded me, birds were singing songs of grace and harmony, and flowers bloomed with such vibrance. I looked…

Dimitri slowly opened his eyes gazing upon the large glass window straight ahead. The sunset was on fire and appeared as it had been dyed red. He left the bed sheets messily crinkled as if there an elephant stampede occurred. Dimitri was highly anticipating his upcoming law interview the following week. After all he had to survive in a filthy, claustrophobic, musty smelling, two and a half star hotel called Oakley Inn, which was near the outskirts of the City. He quickly splashes water on his…

certain visual cues, such as the color blue which suppresses appetite, signal the brain that affect appetite and appeal. The color of a dish is important when examining the evolutionary syntax and the comprehensive nature of aesthetics and the human eye. In the classic children’s book Green Eggs and Ham, Seuss adeptly identifies the aversion to unfamiliar…

Eye for an Eye, Right or Wrong Over the centuries, we all have heard the phrase “eye for eye, tooth for tooth.” (The Holy Bible, Exodus 21:24)1. There have been thousands of discussions about this topic; is it right, is it wrong, or is it only on occasions. Most say the penalty of “eye for an eye”, or the law of restitution should be abolished others say it is a necessity of our federal punishment system. The necessity of this kind of punishment is not as needed as it was when it was…

swung my legs out over the edge of the bed. I needed something to knock me out, something to take the edge off the pain. Knock me out? Profound words as I padded into the washroom and looked at my beaten face in the medicine cabinet mirror. My left eye was nearly…

If I squinted and held the paper at just the right angle, I could make out a faint outline. The outline said ‘Help’. It had the initial F and L. This person, whoever it is, was in trouble. I looked around the deserted house for other clues. There was a fine layer of dust over the furniture in the room. There were even footprints where i came in. I hoped I wasn’t too late. I ran my hands along the chest of drawers. Nope, nothing there. I walked over to the bed. A spider scuttled out of the doona.…

reached a large room with rows of ugly striped curtains. Behind one, we found my mother. However, the patient did not resemble her at all. Her face and neck were bandaged, but the swelling was clearly visible. She could not speak, but when she opened her eyes, they smiled at me. Then, they shifted and focused on my aunt who translated their meaning immediately. “Kiss your mother goodbye,” my aunt instructed. Once home, I sat with my grandmother and sketched, page after page, as thoughts raced…