The House of the Rising Sun

R.J. Meaddough, III, The Death of Tommy Grimes (1962) Tommy had become part of the ground. At least he felt that way as he watched the dew and the daylight make giant shiny cobwebs of the treetops. The sun had not yet risen and a mist lay over the ground, which made the forest seem rather spooky to him. His nose itched and he longed to scratch it, maybe just nudge1 it a little, but Pa said don’t move, don’t twitch2, don’t even breathe hard. Not one arm, one hand, even one finger, he said.…

dramatic disease like sharbon , malaria or AIDS , however they prevented harmful effects of these diseases every time .In old times which was before Industrial Revolution , people did not need any machine producing devices like cars , laptops , houses , residances so global warming was not an significant issue or threat for humanity so human power was the most significant figure for the world and It did not pollute environment and atmosphere . Since the beginning of the Industrial…

crazy and realizes the woman she sees in the wallpaper is really her and breaks free. The setting where the story is taken place in the nineteenth century in a large, summer home. The narrator is primarily stuck in one of the bedrooms within the house with yellow wallpaper. The story never gives her a name, but that she is a young, upper- class woman, who is recently married and has just had a baby. The narrator tells her story through her secret diary that holds her secrets and her obsession…

manure from the horse barn down the road. I almost trip over a weed, but my father steadies me and says, “Almost there, baby.” The arroyo is different than I have ever seen it. It is scattered with long, silver puddles. In the pink glow of the rising sun, the sand looks shiny and slippery. Around us, green tufts of vegetation burst from the earth in unpredictable patterns and yellow wildflowers with thin stems knock softly against each other in the wind. My father tells me to wait and he steps…

that Thomas was no longer conscious. They took him outside, and from the window, I watched as they tied a noose, and hung him from a tree. Forced to stay inside, by two patriot soldiers, I was useless and torn. They took his body, and left before the sun finished…

He argued that his authority to close out the Yucca program was derived from President Obama 's 2011 budget request. The problem is that neither the House nor the Senate passed that proposed budget. Further, the order ignores the fact that the NRC 's own Atomic Licensing and Safety Board agreed unanimously that the DOE [Department of Energy] lacked authority to withdraw the application. The chairman…

A Lesson From a Bad Decision Who never learned from a mistake? Who never regretted from something that he or she committed in the past? We are all human being, and human being per nature makes mistakes. Particularly when we are, or were, teenagers, the stage that we learn, we see, and we try “new things”. Making mistakes make us fell deeply depressed, unhappy, and sometimes miserable. It is even worse when you hurt somebody. Somebody that is very important for us. In my case, it was my family.…

of sleep, he is disappointed to learn he has failed to obtain immortality. “Utnapishtim said, ‘There is no permanence. Do we build a house to stand for ever; do we seal a contract to hold for all time? DO brothers divide an inheritance to keep forever? Does the flood-time of rivers endure? It is only the nymph of the dragon-fly who sheds her larva and sees the sun in his glory. From the days of old there is no permanence.” (Anon., pg. 106-107) Utnapishtim’s proverbial lesson about the flood…

The rocks on my window, the climbing through said window, the confession, the drunken kiss. Everything. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed completely still until he finally stirred. His eyes opened slightly, squinting at the bright light of the sun that was seeping through the white curtains of my bedroom. Michael grumbled, burrowing his face into my back and tightened his arms around my waist. I tried to wiggle out of his tight grip without waking him but failed miserably. "Adeline," he…

In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road…