Sky

Sky Burial, also known as celestial burial is a ritual commonly practiced in many provinces such as Mongolia and Qinghai, but mainly in Tibet, has been done for a thousand years. It is the way of disposing the body in the most beneficial way, by it being fed to the vultures. They consider the body after death to be empty so there's no harm in disposing it in the most generous way possible. It starts off with the body being untouched for three days then wrapped with white cloth and finally…

By the time Briar Rose made her way back to Sara's fortress, the sky was utterly dark but for the light of the stars and the waning moon. The Sea Kingdom was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, and it was a comfort to see a clear night sky again now that most of the magical residue had begun to fade away. Idly, Rose dragged her fingertips along the smooth stone of the outer walls as she walked, not quite ready to go inside just yet. Even though here she was free to come and go as she…

of breath, I pinched my nose bridge, trying to fend off the headache that was steadily throbbing through my brain. As I did this, I glanced out of the window, and suddenly realized how dark it was outside. The only light left surviving in the night sky consisted of the luminous, crescent moon and the stars that struggled to shine through the city’s pollution. Sighing,…

The Beauty and Justice of Geese Photography “The geese are coming! The geese are coming!” I shout as they fly across the blue sky of Regent’s park. The beautiful and majestic creatures swarm the lake where the park visitors feed them. In my periphery vision, I observe other swarms of ducks, pigeons, and other various birds that are also fed on the man-made concrete bank of the lake. Still, the geese remain my focus. Watching them captivates me and brings me out of myself. I am giddy with…

screams -- demanding that it be heard. I could feel the intensifying heat, but I was numb to the imminent burns; I was numb to everything. The sky began to blacken, as did my perception. I embraced the gradual darkness with open arms; it replaced the anguish with soothing nothingness. I awoke to barrenness and smoky tendrils idly floating away into the sky above. Everything within sight was charred and blackened. I only had a vague recollection of the destruction that occurred the night before,…

a favorite book, what she did have were stories told by her mother. She said her favorite one was about a little girl who dreamed of flying. It went like this, “While a she worked every day and night she would look up at the sky and wish to god that she could go up in the sky and fly just like the birds, to not be worried about anything and just let every…

It’s the era of prosperity and romantic. At six o’clock in the evening, New York City comes to life again. After ending the hard work in the store, I back home in a hurry and replace my overalls into my tailor-made dress. By the appointment with Jimmy last week, I come to the Board the cruise ship to the Coney Island. In the noisy crowd, I find a familiar shadow that looks genteelly. . . Mr. . . . . Jimmy! He is in here, standing on the deck, seems like waiting for a while. “Good evening, Mr.…

The droning of Panzer engines filled the air above the blackened battlefield of Vladivostok. The smell of cordite filled the night sky as plumes of grey smoke and dust mingled in the cold night air, drifting in between the copses of trees as if searching for a way off the battlefield. Our metal beast rolled through water and mud like a ship – clumsy, laborious and burdened, pitching and rolling in the holes and ruts of the sea of mud and snow, which was overflowing with the decaying bodies of…

Georgia Rivers rested on a lightly tinted peach cloud. Next to her was her best friend, Emma. They stared into the bright orange sky. The sun was setting. Georgia closed her dark brown eyes. The view up here is way better than how it was back on Earth. Memories of her life began to creep their way into her mind, and she quickly opened her eyes. There is no sleep in the afterlife. Instead, whenever you close your eyes, you see clear images and vivid moments from your past, or rather, your "life…

It is not unusual in literature to become so enamored with details, that the connotative meaning becomes lost in the writing. Because of this, it is imperative for details of figurative and descriptive language to be incorporated and to further enhance a narrative, as it provides the reader with a more intimate perspective and relationship with the characters. This idea as well as the imperative concept of symbolism is of most importance in The Book Thief. This narrative is so incredibly diverse…