Tender Is the Night

influx in her voice yelling, “You will discontinue your relationship with that colored boy!” Still cracking the crust apart that adhered my eyes together throughout the night, I was in shock by this non-understanding of why color was even a concern. She never gave me an explanation and I wouldn’t dare ask why as I knew better. I was a tender 14-year-old girl when I felt the impact of racism that would go onto resonant beneath my heart throughout my life until gaining the awareness that propelled…

to soothe the tough and agitating situations he faces throughout his life. Sewall portrays God as a comforting, healing figure in this quote.Sewall liked to think of God as someone he was very close to. This being said, when he wrote, he used a tender approach along with his own experiences. Edwards used him as a mechanism to instill fear in people. “His [God’s] wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy as nothing else, but to be cast into the fire; He is of purer eyes…

The Outcast by Sadie Jones , is saturated in the same high colour, as the embracing couple on its cover. Like that couple, their endeavour tends to be tender, urgent and yearning, but is also filled with tremendous hatred, abuse and violence. The Outcast tells the story of a young man named Lewis Aldridge, a tortured but romantic figure who is a part of the repressive post war english society and driven to self- destruction. The story begins in the the August of 1957- the breathless…

“While many struggle for survival, others in the same society enjoy the benefits of great wealth.” (3, Rothman) The aspect of racial and economic oppression within the modern United States is unquestionable and has been since the beginning of our country as we know it. Although we have made improvements, whether they are far and few between, it does not ensure a colorblind society. As we become a more modern society, technologically speaking, we can see how far behind we are in terms of racism…

After we had sex that first night, I attached myself like a leech. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He was supposed to be just another one night stand, little did I know that he would be the focus of attention for the duration of winter. There was absolutely no walk of shame the next morning. He left before me but we conversed, had…

amount of desire, it is the immortal part of us all that we should all treasure and put to good use. In his poem “The Tyger,” his feelings regarding desire continue to shine through. He writes, “Tyger Tyger, burning bright, / In the forests of the night; / What immortal hand or eye, / Could frame thy fearful symmetry” (Blake 1-4). Blake was a strong believer in expressing desire and never trying to repress it, because that containment would be Hell-like. He continues to promote following one’s…

My Little Dear Cathy Brown was following her heart, a potentially stupid decision. She had traveled 4,821 miles from her home in Farmington, Utah to Poole, England all for love. At least a hope of love. Steve McGill knew the moment he saw Cathy at the Heathrow airport in London she was the woman for him. He had known it for months through letters, tapes, pictures, and phone calls. He asked her to come stay with him for one week all for love. At least a hope of love. That love would go…

obstacle I was going to have to face forever. If not for him and his inspiration throughout his life, I would not be the person I am to this day. My family bond was close and blessed with this man who brought us all together. He was an outgoing and tender man. Even though my brother and I did not have a blood connection to him, he was still the man that we considered to be our dad. My brother was the age four and I was still in my mother's womb when she met my father. My mother and I would have…

First Light “Nitin, there is something that I must tell you. This will really be a huge change for us. And I am so tensed about this. I really need to say this to you”, was all I heard the very first time. This was followed by a series of mumbles that I couldn’t figure out clearly. “It’s okay. Relax. This is going to be a great journey, the most treasured memory of our lives”, said he. She was quiet now, only her heartbeat interrupting the silence that enveloped them. I am trying to figure out…

The woman had died without pain, quietly, as a woman should whose life had been blameless. Now she was resting in her bed, lying on her back, her eyes closed, her features calm, her long white hair carefully arranged as though she had done it up ten minutes before dying. The whole pale countenance of the dead woman was so collected, so calm, so resigned that one could feel what a sweet soul had lived in that body, what a quiet existence this old soul had led, how easy and pure the death of this…