John Bell Hood

Three…Two...One… Beep...Beep...Beep. My day starts off my my alarm clock waking me up at 7:20 and I press the snooze button so I can get an extra five minutes of sleep. Three...Two...One Beep...Beep...Beep turn off my alarm. I looked at my phone to see what time it is and it is 7:20. I stretch my body so I can get out of bed and then I rub my eyes to get the eye bugger out if I have any. Then I hop out of bed and put on my sandals. I open my door and walk down the stair slowly. While walking…

there is stillness again as the poem continues with “a bell hung ready to strike.” It is as though the bell is frozen in time by the word choice. The author uses the words “hung” and “strike” out of any other words. She could have said that the bell was frozen in place instead but chooses to say “hung ready to strike.” Previously, the interpretation of the cave was that it was a temple or a church for worship so the bell could be the church bell. Bogan uses the word “hung” which can also mean…

Your lips brushed against mine dispassionately as you shrugged your bag onto your shoulder and head off to your next class. I turned down the corridor rushing for no other reason than to get away from the lonely feeling that kiss gave me. My class doesn't even start for another hour and all the other people I know here are more your friends than they are mine. I guess that's what happens when you date such a social boy and you are not even a social caterpillar let alone a butterfly. I hurry…

When I first arrived at Starbuck everything was going well. I was turning in my work and it was fine until one day I was speeding through the locker hall and I accidently bumped into Emma. I apologized but she just walked away. So I got my things from my locker and went back to class. That's when Carter, Emma's sister walked up to me and asked me "Did you punch Emma?". I said "Well I accidently pushed her". Then he got in my face and said "You jerk, Karma will get you. You didn't accidently push…

appreciation for muscle cars, classic automobiles, motorcycles et al. So you 'll have to indulge me while I quench my thirst with gasoline. My experience last week at the pump started the proverbial pistons firing in my head and I thought why not throw up the hood and look to see what makes this work. I 'm not an expert mechanic, but I know how the parts function and am not afraid to try a few things out. I have noticed that whenever someone sticks their neck out to write about men or…

The Real Story Of The Three Billy Goats Gruff “Sous, Sous” My finger was rubbing my finger against the hard rocky ground because no one would hug me. But off in the distance I could see the three billy goats gruff heading up the grassy and muddy mountain. Their hooves clicking agencies the hard grassy and rocky ground. I hear the pond on the other side of my bridge. I can also smell the fruit that they just ate. I hear the wind brushing against my face. Of…

“Queen of Thug Love Fiction.” from her sex, drug, and murder filled novels. Once you are done reading her book, you’ll be convince that you are living the life in the hood. From the cornrow rocking to the jailhouse visits, this author just doesn’t missed a beat in her writings. Author Clark excels in urban fiction writing about hood romance plots, successful characters, and raw & uncut dialogue as she takes it to another level. Wahida Clark was born and raised in the streets of New Jersey so…

"Taxidermy Massacre" "No, my dear," she said. "Only you." Billy ran upstairs into his room on the third floor, ready to go to sleep because he was too freaked out to listen to the landlady anymore. He ran up the stairs, and all anyone in the house could hear was , "THUD, THUD, THUD!" Once in his rented room, Billy let out a very high-pitched shriek. He paced around the room, wondering what he could do to get out of this mess. That's when he caught a sight of stuffed Christopher Mulholland…

to escape the bell jar around society and start a new life that is not dictated by others. The bell jar is also symbolic of the madness and insanity she is trying to escape as her perspective on the world is being, stifled preventing her from connecting with other people and sharing her views with others in the world. Although at the end the bell jar is lifted and she can resist the oppression of society and the mental institutions she is still tainted by the fear that someday the bell jar will…

A Bell Jar The notion of ideal gender roles that have been brought up by the post-world war two era are self-evident in the novel, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The title of the novel itself represents how the protagonist, Esther, feels about the pressure of holding up to proper feminine decorum put into place by society. This is obvious when Esther begins to explain about her life choices, as represented by the fig tree, where each fig is a path that Esther can choose to live, however choosing…