The Overcoat

It was a frigid evening, the wind whipped through the dark empty streets of London. The masses of people were celebrating comfortably in their warm homes, awaiting the new year. Beneath the grand stairs of the Royal Palace in the heart of London, six beautifully designed red horse-drawn carriages arrived in the brightly lit courtyard . In the first carriage was Pol Pot, dressed in his finest brown suit, his dark hair reflecting the light from the street lights. Tipu Sultan exited the following…

“Please, Mr. Henderson.” Melissa tugged her shawl tighter around her shoulders despite the glow of coals from the stove inside the small brick office. Half past nine o’clock and the sun had yet to break through the morning clouds. With rain threatening, along with its tendency to turn the roads into quagmires deep enough to swallow a horse or two, she needed to persuade the banker soon. He glanced up at her, then returned to perusing the papers in front of him, which included the deed to her…

The American gangster has always been viewed as an integral icon in American entertainment, from its beginning in classic Hollywood films such as Scarface: Shame of a Nation and on into present day films such as Good fellas. However, there is one important point one must take into account when discussing the great American mobster film, and that is the historical accuracy of the film when it is in reference to a real life gangster. Many mob movies feature characters who strike a quite startling…

"It's getting late, Father. I've got to go." When Leon opened the door Father Paul stood up and said, "Wait." He left the room and came back wearing a long brown overcoat. He followed Leon out the door and across the dim churchyard to the adobe steps in front of the church. They both stooped to fit through the low adobe entrance. And when they started down the hill to the graveyard only half of the sun was visible…

It was an eerie autumn night, complete with howling winds and barren streets. Exceedingly few people had been audacious enough to walk the desolate streets of the Bronx, especially not at twilight. Not too far away, a family was in their small apartment. The young boy, Reginald, was huddled in bed listening to the angry footsteps and jaded voices that reverberated through their tiny home, scarring the wooden frame on which he lay. Reginald strained to hear his mother’s barely audible whisper,…

There are also two- to three-year junior colleges and vocational colleges. Elementary schooling is compulsory, with an enrollment rate of 100 percent. Compulsory middle school education for three additional years was implemented in 2002. * Secondary education According to APEC website, there are two types of high schools in South Korea, general and vocational. Combining the two types of high schools together, the ratio of middle school graduates advancing to high school was 99.7 in…

He turned a little sideways in his chair to drink his mug of coffee. At the table on his left the man with the strident voice was still talking remorselessly away. A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice.…