Half of a Yellow Sun

Iris Lemon, the woman whose name is made of two natural plants In the modern world, it seems everything are made artificially- no matter it is tangible like buildings or intangible like relationship. People become so indulge in it that more and more of them overlook the beauty of nature- just like Roy Hobbs, the main character of this story. With a huge success in baseball field that late-came, Roy got lost in his just-started career life. He was struggled, until he met Iris Lemon, the woman…

walk to the front door. Music hits my ears as we step through the threshold. "Is someone here?" I ask, taking a look at my surroundings. The living room is connected to the dining room giving the home an open concept. The walls are all painted a soft yellow, and the light brown color on the couches make the room pop. "No," he says, looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Oh, the music? I forgot to turn it off when I went to get you." My mouth forms an O, and I nod my head taking a…

buffalo, the narrator would not still have PTSD to this day. In the story, the narrator expressed “Norman Bowker and I were ordered to shinny up and peel him off. I remember the white bone of an arm. I remember pieces of skin and something wet and yellow that must’ve been the intestines. The gore was horrible, and stays with me, but what wakes me up twenty years later is Norman Bowker singing “Lemon Tree” as we threw down the parts.” The event that he so vividly described, did not elaborate on…

Mountains, at the eastern end rise is 7,402 feet and Birch’s Hill at the western end is 1,809 feet high. Morning views from Blue Mountain Peak are spectacular. As the sun comes up you can see cuba, but since you are over a mile and a quarter above sea level the view is more often than not filled with low lying early mist. Nearly half of the island is over 1000 feet and is majority of the islands surface is made up of a very thick layers of Limestone. Streams that rise in the mountains sink…

It was not until freshman year of high school that I experienced the public school style of teaching. Most of my life I was in a Montessori school setting. Montessori has a distinct style of teaching that drives the student’s passion for learning. The teacher guides and assists the students along the way, but for the most part the students are very independent. In addition to academics, Montessori teaches its students to be kind, respectful, loving, helpful, and open to others. Montessori is a…

itself in Sicily in in 1349, and traveled its way west to central Asia. Very quickly, the fatal disease had spread all over Western Europe and Northern Africa. Within two more years, it reached its way to Syria and Spain. As a result, it killed over one-half of the populations in the towns and cities. Everyone at the time had absolutely no clue on where and how this disease is killing so many people. Needless to say, it was a very chaos situation. Because most civilizations lacked any immunity…

The spiritual dance that Wovoka stressed upon would be performed with hundreds of people in attendance. The people would gather in a large circle in a space that was cleared of all grass and obstructions on the reservation. Sheets would then be placed around them. A freshly cut sapling would be placed in the center of the circle to le praised as the prayer tree. The sapling would be decorated with a multicolored cloth or occasionally a miniature American lag. Wovoka, dressed in a white man’s…

feels bad for the innocent lives that were taken from unethical experiments that were performed upon them. For example, the camp had practiced different types of treatment for contagious diseases including malaria, tuberculosis, typhus, typhoid fever, yellow fever, and infectious hepatitis. These patients were injected with the disease and almost…

Chapter One Zaphkiel sat on the green grass that was beginning to turn yellow, contently watching the pink and orange sky. The trees around him stood still, but the air was stiller as if the whole world were frozen in time. As the sun sank behind the horizon, a cold wind broke the stillness. Red and orange leaves fluttered to life in the gust of wind. Some of them broke free from their branches to dance in the breeze. “Beautiful, isn't it?” said a voice behind him. Zaphkiel spun around.…

and a cup of green juice is placed on a tray on the inside, low enough for me to reach if I stand on the tips of my toes. It’s cold in here, so I grab the bowl and juice and crawl into bed to eat it. I’m just finishing when the lights dim to a low yellow glow. Rolling over, I pull the covers up and write Mama’s name on my wall so she knows I won’t forget her either. Never. Then I go to sleep. I dream about a dark-haired man walking with m down the road that takes us back to my village. Mama is…