Alvin Munk: A Short Story

Please Come Home For Christmas Well. Working on Christmas Eve sucked. Not that Gilbert would have wanted to spend the night at the everlasting and traditionnal family dinner (family meaning obscure relatives he had never heard of or forgotten about in the past year). He was a cop.

It shows dehumanization because he was allowed to watch while they were stuffing their faces with food, while he was not being fed at all and starving. Showing another example of dehumanization is when the father causes injury on Gregor by throwing an apple in his back and wounds him, adding to the cause of his

The somnambulist answers that he will not live to see the morning. Alan goes home and falls asleep after this is when the shot begins. The shot opens to the interior of an oddly designed home. Alan a young man with dark hair is asleep in his bed.

When the artilleryman is home with his family, he says, “While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the breath of my infant, There in the room, as I wake from sleep, this vision presses upon me: The engagement opens there and then, in fantasy unreal” (lines 1-5). Whitman suggests that the war will not be forgotten quickly. The memories of battle remain with him long after the war has ended. A symptom of PTSD is increased anxiety, which includes difficulty falling or staying asleep (Smith). Perhaps these nighttime visions will continue to break the artilleryman’s peaceful sleep for the rest of his life.

Another ironic event was that, since he missed his appointment, he decides to read and go to bed. He fell asleep while he was reading and the candle he left on

The readers will know a little bit about the alchemist before the story actually begins. They will also see that there can be more to the story about the Narcissus. The effect that the opening pages of Chapter 1 create a mysterious mood that has readers pondering about Santiago’s current position. The pages can illustrate that Santiago is poor yet satisfied with his lifestyle and that he can only sleep in buildings that he finds vacant. Readers can also conclude of his infatuation of traveling as he is never in the same place.

Right as they were about to hit each other Syagros jolted awake. It was just a bad dream he was still in his room. Syagros got up, got dressed for the day and went downstairs to be greeted by his brother, Kyros, and his mother, Daphne. While they were eating breakfast Syagros couldn’t stop thinking about that dream.

The land was large, dry, and barren. Miles on miles of dusty ground speckled with polluted grayish grass was all that was left for sore eyes to look upon. A small figure slowly dragged itself and its belongings next to the dug in path next to it. The path once flowed with cool, sparkling water, but now was nothing but a canyon-like trail that served to remind the people of what used to be. The figure was a man known as Guy Montag.

Have fun sleeping.” Coach Mendal and Milo laughed mischievously as they walked out. The last thing that Jack saw before he drifted off for the last time was Coach Mendal packing in the cave. That would save him a lot of bloodshed. But not all of it.

The din clattering of the party slowly ceased and the noise stopped. A small ringing in my ears was the only thing that I could hear, and then zilch. I relaxed into the mattress of my bed and closed my eyes, happy I now had some peace and quiet. But as they say, silence is deafening. Although that 's true, my conscience slowly slipped away and I fell into a deep slumber.

Countless hours spent in darkness listening to orchestral music. The man thinks of the hours of boredom he felt sitting on the couch at home, watching Sponge Bob Square Pants, that that would be blessed a blessed respite from his current situation. The man wonders how he could have ever desired to be a woman’s plaything. There’s no way to tell what time or even what day it is.

Lying uncomfortably on his side, on top of his stiff, springy mattress, Matt Watson stared with locked eyes up at a small dot on the ceiling. Nothing was interesting about it, nothing about was special, it was just there and that was all Matt cared about at the moment. Friends had come and gone in his past like a rich, chocolate cake, waiting to be devoured at a birthday party. One of these friends had actually brought him to the horrible hole in life where he was now, but through the year and a half he had spent in the Tripton, Tennesee, Correctional Facility, that puny dot was his companion through it all. Every night, including this peculiar one, Matt gazed at this small, circular, imperfection that rested on the smooth, gray ceiling,

Stiles smiled sadly and nodded, before falling back asleep in an instant. With a smile, John made his way to bed. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – John slept in the next morning and wasn 't at all surprised when he realized that Stiles had gotten up before him. As he walked down the stairs, he heard Stiles excited chatter and realized that

For the rest of the night, I didn’t sleep. Shadows lurched around the pale, cream walls of my bedroom. Outside trees struck my window, making scratching noises that mirrored the emotional turmoil that ensued in my head. My breaths became hot and

A slow fade from black to colour reveals Brian Wilson in his bed, panning in and over the camera breaks room the blinding white light in the corner to focus on the lit but shadow engulfed character. Surrounded by grays, blues and beiges it looks like the making of a prozac commercial. Blue is a colour that is seen as calmness and as the relationship with Melinda progresses the two share an assortments of blues and white, the change in colour shows his regression back to a previous state without the light she offered. Jump to a close up of him in his bed, his eyes wander with half his face covered in light shadows, the slow falloff intensifying as the scene progresses. The camera follows the index vectors created by his eyes upward before