Faces

Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” exhibits much less of a confident role in the story as the pages turn. Connie’s character is an example of a person who flaunts false confidence in any reasonably comfortable situation, only to drop it all in the face of danger. Connie is not what you would expect from a major character and ultimately pays for her over abundance of false confidence in the final pages of the story. The transition from confidence to terror can be measured as Arnold Friend…

This year was insane. As I reflect upon my year, it still astounds me that I managed to muddle through. It was calming knowing I had a few laudable and precocious mentors to help guide me through this year, for which they nearly made up for the actions of those inexorable people. Aside from the incompetent and avid acquaintances, many factors made this inscrutable place a little less scary. I can’t speak for others, but I loved this year, and truly wonder how I will be able to leave such…

those footsteps again. She and her family had no idea what they moved into. When she heard the footsteps she saw something move in the mirror she uncovered, but it wasn 't her that moved. She looked closer and saw in the door behind her a face, it was a boy 's face dirty with mud and grime. Her eyes widened and she was about to scream. Then she noticed how scared the little boy looked as…

I will never forget the evenings spent waiting by the dark cliffs, watching the last rays of dying golden light grasping at the tips of waves, the rustling grass, my clothes, my hair and my face as their source sunk beneath the sky. I would quietly observe the deep blue suffocate the sun, and wonder why things are. I would question why our world came to exist and why the sun would set every day, only to climb back up into the sky. I couldn’t let myself fall back to those lazy days, sitting on…

“Harrowing, terrifying, broken-down, home of death…” This was the way Henry Camden spoke of the home where the morbid events of his childhood took place. It was a cool, refreshing, early August afternoon when Camden was relaxing on his front porch. He lived in a neighborhood where the sounds of laughter and play rang throughout the streets. On this particular afternoon, the neighborhood was quiet, for it was the sixty-fifth anniversary of an event known as The Harrowing Home Homicide. Charlie…

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…

Ewell came up to Atticus, and barbarically threatened his life and then proceeded to spit in his face. For most people, this would drive you to your breaking point, but for Atticus, all he could do is see the brighter side of things. “I destroyed his last shred of credibility at that trial, if he had any to begin with. The man had to have some kind of comeback, his kind always does. So if spitting in my face and threatening me saved Mayella one extra beating, that’s something I’ll gladly take,”…

ranted as he hurdled over tables and chairs and charged through the patrons. The guards began to bark orders at each other. "Shoot him now!" "Negative firearms are not authorized, the possibility for collateral damage is too high." The infiltrators face was blood red from his ranting, his mouth ejecting his poisonous drool for his passionate zealotries filled words. As the guards began to close in on him, he began reiterating, "Excultus orta iterum!" The Magister boomed his voice through the…

the style of Hellenistic sculpture. In Hellenistic art, advancement of skilled led to emotion being portrayed vividly through the detailed work of art. The Seated Boxer clearly reflects this portrayal through his show of defeat and tiredness upon his face, looking as though he viewing his champion. His slumped over pose alludes to his defeat as well. The artist wanted onlookers to relate to his sculpture’s…

“ The Unforgivable Act” Ten o’clock comes and goes, and the only person I have talked to is that policeman. I am standing here in the door of this old hardware store in disbelief that the appointment my friend, Jimmy Wells, and I made has just been broken. Just then,I see a plain clothes man walking toward me. “Is that you, Jimmy?” I asked in an excited tone. “Bob?”Jimmy Wells replies, and with that my body fills with excitement. We begin to walk down the sidewalk, talking about how we made…