The Whispers

Song Analysis Essay: Sleep by Eric Whitacre Eric Whitacre 's famous composition “Sleep” exemplifies a wonderful spin on Robert Frost 's poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” Eric whitacre had originally wrote Robert Frost 's poem to music but couldn 't publish due to copyright claims so in a panic he changed the words in his iconic piece to create “Sleep”. Before "Sleep” was even a concept a Texas woman came to Eric asking him to write a piece in remembrance of her parents…

Tom Bombadil and his wife Goldberry are two characters in J.R.R Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. The two make multiple contributions to the success of the hobbits’ quest. From giving the group a good night’s rest to saving their lives, they made huge contribution to the group’s adventure. The two first appear in chapter six, when Pippin and Merry are stuck in cracks, caused by the willow tree they were sleeping by. Sam and Frodo begin searching for a way to get the…

the bull that was a wake up call and how he viewed humans as scary people would not have him feel okay with them around. The dragon is a one of the most important ones by talking to Grendel “The king has lofty theories of his own. “Theories,” I whisper to the bloodstained ground. So the dragon once spoke. (“They’d map out roads through Hell with their crackpot theories!” I recall his laugh.”(Gardener 12 ) that was when he and the dragon had talked and he recalled that moment. Grendel was more…

Yet, here I was with this knowing that life as I knew it would change forever. My sick baby gave me the motivation and courage to finally start my business. I always say “I wish I had the courage to start it sooner.” If you have this little whisper, this idea that has been floating around your head that you want to start your own business,…

When something is looked down upon or even illegal to speak about in the public and even in front of other family members because it may bring shame it has to be talked about somewhere, and this leads to “whispers behind closed doors.” These secret talks are just as important as what is said in public; when we don't know what is being said in the back room we may not be getting the full story only the story that we should know. Silences may also affect how…

has a huge effect on other characters, eluding to him being a mysterious character. The phrase “...the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world,” makes this idea seem very important, if “those who found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world”, were, in fact, whispering about him. The effect that he has by simply not showing himself often and remaining distant,…

She shot up screaming, eyes wide, opening to see nothing. There was no darkness nor light. Existence only included her and the hands dismembering her. They all viciously ripped into her flesh. Emma screamed but she knew it would do nothing. The whisper was now a screaming in her ears. It sounded like her but she knew it wasn’t. The hands just kept hacking and hacking and hacking and hacking…

something that never got easier for both of them. It's wrong in his mind but he fights a battle between his innocent love and his dirty body. He struggles to find the words to fill the empty apartment. Tick, tick, tick. "I love you Taiga," he whispers with hesitation. He knows her pain, her fear, for she was always alone. She didn't have a ready-made life where she made friends and came home to her parents with stories of love and happiness. Instead, she struggled to raise herself in a room…

for my cousin’s wedding, and my sister spent the night at her friend Becca’s. I ignored the knock, and nonchalantly blamed it on the wind. Then the knocking was back. Louder, and with a whisper. I won’t lie, it was starting to freak me out. I sat there, in utter terror. I still played off the knocking and whispers to the wind. Then I hear voices saying “Come out little girl. Let’s play a game.” I muted the TV, and slowly rose to my feet. My heart was beating so fast that I felt like it was going…

slump in my desk chair and stare at the telescreen that I knew was watching. I can't live like this any longer so quietly I repeat the words that I so clearly remember. “Down with Big Brother, down with Big Brother.” I say. It started out as a whisper until I was full blown yelling. “Down with Big Brother, Down with Big Brother.” I repeat. I was standing now throwing my fiat repeatedly in the air. I knew they were watchung. I knew they were listening. I knew they were coming. I sat back…