Moment of silence

their shift. The morning consisted of dealing with ignorant co-workers, because they complain about foolish things. They went and checked areas, they ended up having to dig a ditch to relieve some of the water from being trapped in the draglines. Moments later, got a call on the radio, reminding everyone of the meeting at nine. They finished up their duties and went…

can see how the fact that the sun glinted on the revolver was purposely done to emphasize on how Raymond chooses to let go of any responsibility. Sensory imagery is used to visualize how all attention is put upon the weapon to portray that at that moment that revolver can either be harmful or harmless depending on what the beholder chooses to do. This visualization emphasizes the significance of a decision. Then when Meursault explains that Raymond and he could only watch each other as the…

Sitting alongside an outcrop of Skyline drive at two in the morning, one becomes rather introspective. The sky is an inky, black canvas lit by vivid stars and streaked by blazing meteors. Cold air greedily leeches heat from any warm surfaces, yet my plaid blanket fights off an icy attack as I gaze in awe of what lies above me: a view I have taken for granted and rarely admired. It was a magnificent and peaceful experience. I was on a family trip to observe a once in a lifetime meteor shower; the…

The Sounds of Silence from Critics: Making Meaning from the Text Alone In the late 1960s, director Mike Nichols began a film project that would shed light on a generation. While this film is still celebrated and discussed by film critics, Nichols himself avoids addressing and sharing his intended meaning of his controversial ending to the film The Graduate, in which two of the main characters run away together on a bus after a failed marriage ceremony. Whether these two were seeking freedom…

It was 4:35 in the morning and I was in Los Angeles, California; another sleepless night had accompanied me once again. I laid there on satin sheets, in my California king sized bed, listening to a peculiar sound: Silence. It was just me, my four walls, and an empty journal. What could have possibly been on my mind? One would expect a young woman like me with a life full of chance to be carefree, without a worry in the world. However, it was more than that, as cliché as it may sound, the man of…

In a dark forest, where trees lay waste and the land was ridden with darkness, there lies a castle with shattered windows and a dreary look. Black streaks ran down its bricks giving it a desolate look and ridden with a sense of malevolence. The castle rests on the precipice of a cliffside. The cliff was an insurance of death due to the long fall. At the bottom beheld jagged rocks and the thunderous sound of waves crashing against the side of the cliff. The water was black and rapid with movement…

America’s is the Gift to my Generation Why is Courage the gift to my generation. It is the of free speech, voting, or purchasing whatever we want. It is also, drive safe, keep a job, and serve on a jury. Being respectful is a choice of who you want to be , where you want to work , and how you will act in this world. I realize that this precious gift, this treasure, has been paid for the sacrifice of others. .What is the cost of Courage? Working a full-time job, learning is education. The…

form of a meditative lyric, a poem that moves on the wings of eight stately two-line stanzas. At one moment, for example, the words seem to come to the fictive reader unmediated by the printed letters on the page, by the actual physical object of the book itself (“the words were spoken as if there was no book”), and he merges with his chosen text (“the reader became the book”). At another moment, however, he feels himself distanced and hovering over the very same book (“the reader leaned above…

done in her situation. I also froze for a moment not knowing how to respond to her with guidance. At that moment, I felt somewhat incompetent. I didn’t know what to say to her. I was caught up in my own emotions and thinking that she was not going to survive her illness. As Ms. Thomas was crying, I became very uncomfortable. I also did not know what to say to comfort her. I stayed quiet gathering my thoughts so I could respond with consideration. This silence also allowed Ms. Thomas the…

Once upon a time there was an alpaca named Bluebell. She was an incredibly quintessential being with her lustrous topaz fur, doll-like ebony eyes and her uncanny ability to speak any language she encountered. She was truly remarkable. However, the most atypical thing about her wasn’t her appearance, it wasn’t her effulgent smile and it wasn’t her stubby little legs, it was the fact she was actually made entirely of plush fabric. On the morning of October 31st, Bluebell began her adventure. She…