If My Heart Had Windows

things. He says we steal things but never anything as a general that will harshly affect another person or place significantly. The night I decided to sneak out and go with friends out of the blue all started with a message & a rebellious feeling in my chest. Why did I like it? Why did I listen to it when I knew that it could only mean trouble? The answer is we are wired to want to do things that are dangerous, exciting and rebellious. I also have noticed that people tend to do things even…

Identify Elements in “The Story Of An Hour Mrs. Mallard was a confused lady that had mixed emotions about her husband. She believes that he has passed away and Mrs. Mallard feels free. How does she really feel about that? By using irony, symbolism, imagery, and allegory the author builds tension and meaning to the story. There are so many feelings to clarify. Symbolism is the practice of representing things by means of symbols or attributing symbolic meanings. Mrs. Mallard may have been…

Comparative Gothic Essay Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell Tale Heart”, Paul Berry’s “The Sandman”and Neil Gaiman’s “Don’t Ask Jack” are examples of the gothic genre. Gothic fiction is created to evoke fear and a mysterious suspenseful atmosphere. In “The Tell Tale Heart” the narrator kills the old man because the old man has a big eye that he doesn’t like and which scares him. The sinister mood is created with words ‘the eye of the vulture’. In “The Sandman” there is a boy in his bed trying to…

that is very sad. But I think that at the beginning she was sad because she loved her husband. Moreover, when time passed she knew that life might be better without him and that she can enjoy it without him. “when the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease- of joy that kills”. This mean that she was happy to the fullest, so she died. In the other hand, “Love in L.A” was very similar to “The story of an hour”. When Jake was stuck in the traffic, what was the first thing he dreamt…

style book. My teachers all praised my writing capabilities, and my classmates would come to me for guidance with writing their essays. I cherished reading, and, as a punishment, my momma and teachers would take away my books to force me to pay attention. I kept this infatuation of writing and reading all through middle school, but it began to whittle down in high school. In all of the essays I had ever written, I never once received a grade lower than a B on them. That was true, until my junior…

school my parents decided to move to Guatemala. I welcomed the change because I had been visiting Guatemala every summer since I was 15, and my heart always seemed at peace there. The closest I perpetually felt at home was when I lived in Guatemala, though I resided there for a short time. Every day greeted me with words rolling off my tongue I previously did not know, the taste of delicious and unique foods, and a breathtaking landscape, complete with the view of an active volcano outside of my…

gloomy fall night, the windows had fog on them and I could smell the hot chocolate mom was makimg downstairs. I wasn't feeling too good at dinner time so I had called it an early night. As I was drifting off to sleep, something went bump and I felt my bed shake. Silly me just thought I had fallen into a dream but it happened again. This time I was jolted from my bed. I landed in the floor. I was on my belly, my hands started to tremble as I lifted my head off the floor. My eyes immediately…

abandoned, old, haunted house on my street, I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I scolded myself for wanting to turn back, and hesitantly stepped inside to explore. My ombre hair and dark brown eyes made me practically camouflage in the tan-brown, wood-paneled foyer, except for my old grey hooded sweatshirt and comfortable red sweat pants. I was the average height for a 16 year old, maybe a little more scrawny and immature. I could feel the dust that my hair was…

seen as I drearily stared out our black station wagon’s dirty window. The huge expanse of sky above was completely free of clouds and the sun beat down on our car mercilessly. The heat was almost unbearable and to make things worse, at this point in our long drive, the car’s AC was going in and out. My mom, Michaela, my sister, and I were currently traveling across the hellscape that was Montana. We were on our way home from visiting my mother’s side of the family, in her home state, Michigan.…

The short story " The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin is a story about a woman named Louise Mallard. Louise is introduced with "afflicted with heart trouble". Saying that, Josephine, has to be really careful telling her sister that Louise's husband had passed away in a tragic train accident. Louise locks herself in her bedroom to cope with the loss of her husband. she continues to say the word "Free" over and over again; knowing that she all the time in the world to herself. When she returns…