The Pearl

Douglas Horton once said, “ While seeking revenge, dig two graves-one for yourself.” Revenge is an interesting topic, and many people have many different takes on it. However, revenge is almost always detrimental to all parties involved. In Edgar Allen Poe’s “Cask of the Amontillado”, Montresor seeks revenge against Fortunato who has wronged him in the past. In Pierre Morel’s Taken, the main character takes revenge on an organization that has been terrorizing his family. Both stories have much…

If you were fortunate enough to make it into Mrs. Blacks Honors 10th Grade English class, then I advise you pay very close attention. Sometime this year, you will be assigned an essay that requires you to write a piece of satire. You don’t know what satire is? Good, that means you still have time. Listen closely, Mrs. Black is going to set you up for a trap. She will assign you a research paper, seeming to give you plenty of time on it. But, being the foolish high schooler that you are, you’re…

Amber You 're one of a kind and that 's what makes you special. You are a touchy feely type of girl and at the beginning i was like "why the hell is she like this" but after Disney and Virginia, we have never been closer. Never change who you are. Never change for a guy or for your friends. Because i know that you 're wonderful just the way you are. One of my favorite memory of us is when we would run during drills and I would hit your ass or vice versa. The reason why it 's one of my favorite…

In August Wilson’s play Joe Turner’s Come and Gone, the twenty-six year old Mattie Campbell is a lonely, young woman, born in Georgia, who is looking for her lost love, Jack Carper who was the father of her two children that have passed away. After Jack leaves her, Mattie searches for a sincere relationship and love. Mattie has faced many downfalls while searching; however, that does not stop her from believing that love still exist. Her attractiveness is said to be concealed beneath her weight…

He is now gone for three months. I have not had many people in my life that I can share everything with. The time that I have had to spend with you just seems only a couple of days. Time goes by so fast when you're having fun right. I met you in the seventh grade at West Jr. High. Not the greatest school to attend but that doesn't matter because a couple years after that I met you, someone that hasn't left my side since then. It took a couple of years of me easing my way into your life slowly.…

As the sun kissed the horizon and the birds chirped, Rainsford's eyes fluttered open. He hadn’t felt more rested. He looked around and the room and was quickly reminded of what had happened the night before. There was Zaroff’s blood on the wood floor. It looked like it still hadn't dried yet. He shook his head and made his way out the bedroom door and to the kitchen. His left forearm was aching with pain. He pulled up his pajama sleeve and turned his arm over. He saw a huge gash on his forearm.…

You’re sitting in your room. Door locked, with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking and the tears begin again- for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter, your suicide letter. You try again, start over, again, but you don’t know how to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you are going through, you’re alone or, at least, that’s what you think.…

English story: “Aww thanks you guys, you’re so sweet.” I say admiring the view of the winter cabinet that belonged to my brother Kai. “Hazel it’s not for you, it’s for our nephews Zander, Mikkel, Isaac, and Gabriel.” Says my annoying older brother who was also failing miserably to act like a boss. I just rolled my eyes at his stupidness then pulled him towards me then embraced him. “Aww guys I love you all so much.” I repeat, then go and hug all of my other brothers. “Guys, even though we…

Elisha, first off, I am so sorry for being who I am. I know you're probably going to think every word I'm about to say is bullshit, and I don't blame you. I also know I've left this way too late but I didn't want to say anything unless it was going to make any sense at all instead of just random shit. So, I don't know if you remember but on new years I was drinking with the squad, and some time after my drunk message to you, you became the conversation topic, and one of them asked if I was…

After dinner, coffee was served in the “Petit Salon”. The Baron de Valfort offered a glass of Charteuse to the ladies. Afterwards, he called Étienne, and speaking in his ear, gave him some mysterious orders. I could not make out what he had whispered to his valet, however, I did not have to wait long to learn what he had been so cagey about. “My friends,” he said, raising his arms, in a high gesture, meant to capture our attention, “you are, in a moment, ‘a vintage moment’, if I may say so,…