For Your Eyes Only

Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in/ Another moon;” (1.1.1-3). In the context, Theseus is complaining about how much longer time he has to wait for his wedding with Hippolyta. From there, the word “fair” suggests Hippolyta a majestic being in the eyes of Theseus, her fiance. Two separate passages from the play that comes out from Theseus says, “Long withering out a young man’s revenue” (1.1.6) and “Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword” (1.1.16). Those statements by Theseus to Hippolyta…

Imagine, walking into your house after a long day school. You take off your shoes as a smell reaches your nose from the oven. Cornbread. You look to the counter and notice a crock pot. This only means one thing; taco soup! You drop your bags and bolt into the kitchen, admiring your favorite meal. You look into the crock pot and drool at the sight of ground beef, kidney beans, corn, and jalepenos simmering in the red, bubbly liquid. Suddenly, a huge red thing appears between the delicious…

nothing more than gray cinder joining the piles of ash lying in the crackling fireplace. As if orchestrated by a conductor, flickering lights played and danced off a pristine, crisp figure positioned on the dull wooden table set before the flames. With eyes of silver lightning, newly-folded Crane gazed upon the flames as the scene unfolded moment by moment. It believed that it was rather considerable to have the flawed phoenix, condemned for the grand fireplace without any uncertainty, for its…

a hand delicately running through your hair, twisting and twirling it in the fingers. Another hand gently caressed your cheek with its back. You let out a tired groan and made to pull the sheets over your head. How long had he been doing this for, trying to wake you up? “Kylo…” you croaked, your voice was still groggy and your eyes sleep filled as you pried them open. “Hmm?” He hummed in response. “Will you ever just let me sleep?” You whined. “Isn't being your release enough?” For the past few…

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find them?” “You will have to follow the path there.” He pointed sleepily to a trail in the sand. “It’ll pass through a forest and then veer nor’east toward Shadow Mountain.” The captain raised his eyebrow skeptically. “That’s if you choose to accept your quest.” I glanced at Mason, who was crossing his fingers. “Sure.” I shrugged. “It’s better than becoming a sea monster biscuit.” “That’s fine, lad.” The captain pulled a Swiss Army knife from his trouser pocket and handed it to me. It was an…

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In the novel The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison, Morrison begins the novel by illustrating what an ideal family looks like. The ideal family has a cute and pretty house with two happy and loving parents with a happy daughter who plays all day. As the novel progresses we learn that the Breedlove’s, a black family living in 1941, do not have the characteristics of an ideal family. The father is an abusive alcoholic, the mother is an optimist trying to keep her family together, and Pecola is a…

the vast cavern catching glimpses of the Colorado River twisting through red striped spires. The southern sun beats down on the back of my neck, but my arms have goosebumps on them. I try to turn my gaze to my family behind me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the view. I’m frozen in awe at the world around me. I’m picking my way across one of the rocky beaches that makes up the coastline of Maine. The rounded rocks shift with every step I take turning the ground into a kaleidoscope of muted…

giving a sickly scent of mildew. Spikes of Fungus pierced the bodies like hot knives did through butter! Looking up I could see a riddle on the wall: "what's ahead of you, but you can't see it?" You could taste the thick foggy air as it massaged your taste buds giving off a deceiving taste that was as sweet as cinnamon( likely there to trick you). The floor appeared to be a murky mustard splattered with a rose-red liquid, shed from those…