The Looking Glass Wars

The room is dark and dismal. Every curtain drawn together obscures the light. It’s suggestive of the despair filling the deepest recesses of Tank Brooks’ soul. Struck by a boundless trembling, his heart beat loudly gathers voice, filling his head. He sits ensnared in a whirlwind where his ability to reason is all but lost. On the walls are his dusty old family pictures, treasured memories of happier days. Each a reminder of those he loved and then lost. Over the years he came to learn that it’s…

In my eyes she was the grandmother I never had. My true grandma ' was a grumpy mean old lady how wasn 't willingly to love her only granddaughter; probably because I was a girl, or probably because she hated my mother too much. Anyway my family story is to complicated to discuss and this essay is only about a person who impacted my life. What I would say is that this gentlewoman who loved me from the bottom of the Earth until the crashing stars was the godmother of my biological father. I have a…

romances, The Odyssey and tales of Wayland the smith differ greatly in narrative and context. Homer’s The Odyssey is an epic poem composed in the eighth century Before Christ, detailing the nostos—or homecoming—of the hero Odysseus after the Trojan War, while tales of Wayland, such as in the tenth century Old English lament Deor , the tenth century Old Norse poem Völundarkviða and the thirteenth century Old Norse prose narrative The Story of Velent the Smith , tell of the remarkable…

breaking glass of counters and pictured memories crashing to the ground. The screams become a record that plays over and over in my mind. Legs trembling, heart ricocheting from my chest, I proceeded with adrenaline pumping through my veins. My little brother, Kurt, was clueless as to what was happening yet still running in angst. His sandy blond hair discolored from all the ash, his bright green eyes dulled from lost hope. His body malnourished and face sunken in to show the true side of the…

The brisk trek through rough wilderness had taken its toll on the portly fog of a man. Now wheezing, he bowed low to prop up his arching frame on a knee high boulder on the side of the path. He watched with passive intrigue as giant sweat droplets fell to earth. Each one making a crater in the previously undisturbed soil carpeting the seldom used trail leading up to the Burbank overlook. He wanted nothing more than to feel the wind blow across his puffy face when he got to the top. He could…

IT seems incredibly obvious to write a novel about two of humanities core afflictions. Food and sex. The drive towards both are integral to human survival. Most wars are raged over them. Eating a crumpet, syrup dripping down your wrist. You ask me, What is this? I respond. That is what is keeping you alive. “Has it ever occurred to you that food is intensely social? There is so much to think about before you eat. The origins of food…the social politics of its production.” The social…

bar one evening, her brother retaliated out of anger by slashing Capone’s face with a knife, leaving three distinct scars on young mobster to be’s face. He often made the excuse that the scars were earned while serving in the military calling them “war wounds”, however, he never served in the armed forces. Along with this, he had two other nicknames that were more to his taste. After he had risen to success in the mob, associates in the organization referred to him as “The Big Fellow” and…

addict. Despite the fact that I was caught with a little less than an ounce of weed and in order to actually become a marijuana addict you'd need to smoke enough weed every day to kill Tommy Chong. But at least now the Government doesn't care. After the war and 30 years of regression socially, the U.S. Government managed to convince the public again that public enemy #1 was 'dangerous' drugs. Needless to say I am now a proud attendee of narcotics anonymous. A condition to my plea deal that…

I lived in Boston for over half my life. I spent many years here in this great state – never truly knowing or appreciating the rich beautiful history this city has to offer. After spending an enlightening experience at the Museum of Fine Arts and also an unexpected visit to the Old State House in our city, I was able to see such amazing things that were in both of these historical buildings. I always knew Boston was one of America 's oldest cities dating back to the Revolutionary period. I was…

Sweep and dust and afterward, clean some more. As Snow White would say, “Just whistle while you work… and as you sweep the room imagine that the broom is someone that you love.” This well-known song mirrors one of the many concepts involved in the negative stereotype associated with Disney princesses, distinctly outlined by Rachael Johnson, a writer for the Education Specialist: “Princesshood is bound with being weak, passive, subservient to males, dutiful, and incapable of living an independent…