Staring

A Closer Look into the Duality of Fear Fear is one of the most powerful emotions that we experience. Although we are scared of many things, the underlying cause of all fear is our own imagination. In examining The Collected Tales of Nikolai Gogol by Nikolai Gogol, the reader is forced to rethink their fears and take a deeper look into human tendencies. Fear is a complex and uncomfortable topic because it reveals very personal weaknesses and the inner workings of our minds. The stories of Gogol…

Her grey-blue eyes rimmed with red stared out of the window, watching the trains chug passed as the rain fell. It was as if the sky was crying, crying for her. She saw her reflection in the window staring back at her. She was weak and scared; worry had infected her thoughts and spread through her veins as if it were venom. A single tear rolled down her cheek, staining the envelope that she was grasping onto, turning her cold knuckles pale, pushing it to her chest. The fear of what the truth held…

everyone was in some way. Saturdays meant no classes, which meant I wasn’t planning several ways to murder my professors in my head. Hallelujah. Anna and I were sitting on the ledge of a fountain somewhere on campus. Well actually, I was laying down, staring at the sky. Anna sat near my head talking about the latest gossip from the Gehenna Realms. I couldn't have cared less though. My arm was hovering over the water, as my fingers drew…

Someone is watching you. We all get the creeps from time to time and feel like someone is watching us. Some call it the sixth sense. “How you know eyes are watching you” by Ilian Shrira talks about the psychology behind being “watch.” The article challenged me to understand how being “watch”affects us and how we react . This correlates with the class, in that the article explains the psychology behind a person’s reaction to being watch. The article also helps me better understand what is going…

Sandburg is first speaking to the city, then speaking to the people who is reading the poem. Sandburg has described Chicago as a city of the big shoulders, busy and brawling. Sandburg’s deep affection for his city arises, in spite of the outsiders staring at the hard working people who colonise the city. He makes us imagine Chicago as dirty, dangerous, industrial place, and yet the city of Chicago is full of liveliness and survival. The author’s intentions are to show us the good parts of…

There was a unicorn. There was a unicorn standing in Morgan's otherwise deserted library. Guinevere had no idea how it got there and she didn't care per se, it was just that she wasn't quite sure what kind of mood Morgan would be taking the news in. Oh who was she kidding, it was going to be a bad one. The only questions were how bad she would take it and how much Guinevere was to blame for it. Very and completely were the usual respective answers and Guinevere couldn't see that changing anytime…

We are so accommodated to staring at our phones for long periods at a time, we do the same even when with another person. To be more specific, I’ll always see students scrolling through Facebook and Instagram while sitting in class. Not only is this disrespectful to their teachers…

his fiance and sent his employ out to get a paper and he departed tragically from this world in an accident.” The man nods and mouths mumbles something to himself “Boy what is your name, you remind me so much of my old employ?’ Scrooge questions staring at the man. The man smiles “Tim…

It was a hot blazing afternoon without a single mist of wind in sight. Droplets of sweat started to run down my face heading towards my mouth. I could taste the saltiness and dedication of hard work for my beloved sport which was baseball. Baseball is not just any sport to me, it is my source of happiness. I play it for the love and joy that overwhelms me whenever I walk onto the baseball field. The crowd cheering you and your team on making you feel the rush through your body wanting to play…

Oh no, that big, fat guy is walking towards me! Who is he? What should I do? Is my new red dress too attractive? Hey, Hey please don’t come near me. He is so big, as big as a giant, it doesn’t seem normal, what is he going to do to me? Oh my god, is he a pervert trying to rape me?Am I too attractive? Or am I too pretty? Oh well, maybe! But he is definitely not my cup of tea, my cup of tea is someone tall and handsome, but….. but that guy is ugly and fat! I have no idea what is going on! Should…