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Rashaun Richardson February 17, 2016 In the story, “Shooting an Elephant”, the narrator is contradictory in his feelings, by supporting one set of people, the Burmans, but serving another, the British. The reader infers that he can’t decide who to fight for because in the text the narrator explains the treatment of the Burmans by the English, but then tells the treatment of himself by the Burmans. For example, the narrator states that the treatment of the Burman prisoners were…

jerry was gone he ran away from the orphanage just before his mom got out people say it's our fault really our fault that he hit me broke my nose messed up my face for a long time and now my nose is messed up and since i was so little only 6 my nose was completely broken and it won't heal and know it looks like i have a big wart scar thing on my nose AND I HATE IT.but i have to live with it and it's part of me…

one of my favorite songs, and I found myself strutting throughout the hallway. Quickly stopping I started laughing at myself, as I slowed my walking down to a slower pace. Finally, I had concluded to smile, yet I was elated inside. The surface of my face was emotionless, as my eyes drifted past my locker outside through the back door. Approaching I could hear a select few talking amongst themselves aloud, however, they seemingly looked towards my direction, as I listened to the group talk about…

People often face an internal struggle, “Elastic Heart,” by Sia, speaks of being thrust into a difficult situation unprepared and shares the sad truth of what happens when the struggle becomes too much . Throughout the song, Sia describes a continuous battle against mental illness as well as her resilience and determination to win her fight. The writer’s determination to win her fight becomes more clear as the song progresses. In lines 19-22, Sia sings: And I will stay up through the night…

eyes flew open and he waves his arms in the air trying to save himself but, to conclude falling out of his chair.His long black hair falls into his face has he looks up at his teacher.”Sleeping in my class again?”the woman looked down at the boy The other teens started to laugh and giggle at him. He started to get up and brushed his hair out of his face and looks away. He then stood up brushing the dust of his black ‘Skillet’ band sweatshirt and shakes dust off his dark blue jeans.His carmel…

had no room for her in the wagon, honey. We'll get you another one when we get to our new home.” How do I tell her the truth? "When? I want her now!" "I don't know when, Cassie. Soon I hope." Glancing at her husband, Effird, she saw a big bovine face un-marked by any intellectual function.…

It turns its attention back to me, shooting a sly grin, and asks me, "Must know the time, young man?" My breathing has calmed to a steady panting when I stare at the rabbit blankly, but it proceeds without my answer. It hops closer to show me the face of…

him to hear her. Only now does he understand what Asterid was talking about. This “Mei” had invaded Asterid’s mind, and now his. Where is your sister? She says in her sweet young voice. She maybe far but he can see a grin grow across the young girls face. “What did you do to Asterid!?” The girl appears before him in seconds, she no longer looks four or five but around 10. The doll now has deep blue eyes and a warm smile, tan skin, black hair, and clothes identicle Asterid’s. “Oh so that was her…

I’ve downed several flasks of whiskey now. My mind feels clouded, disoriented and dizzy yet I keep drinking. Reckless, I am under the influence of spirit, I know it’s right for me to stop but I won’t, I can’t. Despite my hazy state, I still feel pain, I’m drowning, suffocating under the guilt, remorse and oh the pain…... There is no escape whatsoever. What I felt before, when the lust of battle died in me, when I started cursing everyone without a second thought, is nothing, NOTHING, compared…