Half of a Yellow Sun

As the early morning sun begins to rise, my nest is bathed nest is bathed in the warmth of its heavenly yellow glow. I straighten my legs and stretch out my wide grey wings. I look at my neighbouring nests to ensure that they’re all sleeping, then I take off into flight. I love going for a fly every morning and today was no exception. There is just something calming about soaring through the air. There’s the wind rushing past you, tickling all your individual feathers. It is just a wonderful way…

One of my mom’s best friends is Nikki, they’ve been friends since High School, so it’s easy to say that I’ve known Nikki all my life. Nikki at that time is married to Matt, and only had one daughter, Kylie. Nikki and Matt had only recently been married and moved into a new apartment not far from where my Mom and I lived. It was quite common that my mom and Nikki would take turns on who was babysitting, it was usually only for a couple of hours. One weekend in August 2004, Nikki and Matt…

Ronnie Joe felt a sudden chill. He wrapped his jacket tightly around him and sank into his seat. Along that easement was a neighborhood known to locals as Butterville, made up of weather beaten wooden houses on quarter-acre plots with at least a half mile between them. A neighborhood for the menial and the mendicant. There was no running water, no electricity, and no hope. The trees leaned over precariously in a slow death thrall that seemed as though it should last at least a thousand…

be content. According to Kelley Griffith, Sylvia, the main character, “is a backwoods girl who quests for something that the man she ‘loves’ wants, and at the climax of her quest she finds something much more valuable. She sees the sea, the morning sun, and the countryside—symbolically, the whole world—all at once. Unconsciously she realizes that the white heron represents the essence of this mysterious new world, and she cannot betray it for a mere ten dollars” (Griffith 2). Sylvia’s innocence…

corn by four animals: a fox, a coyote, a parakeet, and a raven. The gods decided that this would become the flesh of the new people, and that water would be their blood. So the gods created the first four people from corn. “Their flesh was merely yellow ears of maize and white ears of maize. Mere food were the legs and arms of humanity, of our first fathers. And so there were four who were made, and mere food was their flesh.” The gods were satisfied with the first four men, as they knew how to…

Through narrative techniques, William Golding establishes a theme in Lord of the Flies by using symbolism to communicate how human nature leads people to establish a government, however over time, any form of organization will fall apart. In the novel, there are many important objects that each symbolize something different for the boy’s time on the island. To present the theme of human nature in Lord of the Flies, Golding uses different objects. Throughout the book, the conch shell and Ralph 's…

eventually then had to quiet her down by putting her hand over Abellona’s mouth so none of the villagers would be awakened by her. “Once calm, Abellona continued on with her begging of Emma to help her escape. Fearing that in the morning, at first sun up, when her trial would supposedly commence she would meet the same fate as Alcina. “Emma tried convincing Abellona not to worry about the trial, saying that the village elders would never kill her like they did Alcina. Emma then told…

pinpoint the crucial events that have made up my present day psych. I suppose I am made up differently than most students at Poughkeepsie Day School. To begin my mind floats to age three, where the mess began. I can still see the sun peaking in; it lightly brushing the creamy yellow walls. The stained white rug that had been lived in, and turned into a spotty brown rag. The green, luscious wood was my playland. My shiny black dog sat on the moldy deck; I remember pressing my little hand against…

cold, just like any other day. I looked out the window- and that’s when I knew something was wrong. Instead of being greeted with the sun shining through the Jacaranda trees, the sky was covered with grey. Dark storm clouds filled the sky, about to shatter into rain, and thunder down on us. I ran over to my parents and shook them awake. When they were at least half up, I told them they needed to come outside- right away. Then, I rushed out of our hut to see if others had noticed. When I stepped…

her left eye is a little bit tinier than her right, she defines perfection. Her hair is black with hints of gray. Her skin is as brown as the beans she boiled and as soft as petals on the roses she grew. She has eyes that speak for her emotions and sun kisses from all the hard work she’s been put through. She’s not ashamed of her age spots and wears very minimal makeup. Although she suffers from arthritis and has bad knees you can never find her sitting down unless she has a bible in front of…