Dialectical Journal Short Story

This links to how the poem describes the battle as ever-moving, with the confusion of hundreds of movements around you. By including so many verbs in the poem the poet shows how frantic and overwhelming the battle would have been for the soldier, contrasted with the distance and anonymity of the tracking missiles in ‘The Yellow

The hunters turned against Ralph and immediately their savage instinct took over. Golding describes the scene, “He blundered into the open, found himself again in that open space...no longer ridiculing a deep blue patch of sky but jeering up into a blanket of smoke,” this is foreshadowing what Golding later states

The seconds were running to minutes and no words were said but the danger was imminent. It was a tough call but Mary decided to break the ice. “I am Mary Anderson and I am here not for trouble but to find out if Richard Anderson is who I think he is”. This statement had not fully gone out from her lips when one of the men grabbed her by the throat and wanted to squeeze life from her. She was gasping for breath when she heard a voice call out “Let her go, it is enough”.

The huge m9onster got stabbed 3 times and even cut his arm and still wont die. So Gilgamesh stood there for a couple second to thing where is the good place so he can die. He said, “ HEART “ The monster got him off guard and hit him twice and Gilgamesh started to get dizzy, and weak and BANG he was there laying down on the floor. The monster noticed him there and was walking forward to him. Gilgamesh was on his world already looking on the heaven, he started thinking about his people, the people he saved and the ones who love him, and he remembers he promised this little girl he’ll be back and save the land.

The depressive feelings of who this gentleman was caught me off guard. That moment stuck with me, standing there next to a single monument which collectively made up an entire collection of human travesty. I eventually walked back and continued my exploration but I resounding sadness stayed with me. I began to see the desolate desperation of it all. I began to understand the scope of this place.

Aria knew she must do something. She impulsive ran into the alley trying to remember the skills she learned. Grabbing the barrel of the gun and punching the man in the throat she finally got a good look at his face, and to her surprise it was her uncle. His eye contact was blazing almost as if a fire had been set in his soul. Aria quickly turned to look a the boy behind her.

It had been utter silence for what felt like an eternity as the inhuman Santa Anna’s forces prepared for an all out attack. That was when the music started. It’s eeriness echoes through the land even now as it slowly gets more intense. One of the Tejanos looked extremely shaken and shared how it was known as El Deguello and it was played to let the enemy know they were about to be slaughtered. Everything is chaos now as my fellow defenders panic and pray to their gods.

At times, Victor almost makes it clear that he has given up, ready to commit suicide. When the creature is at a higher point, Victor is at a lower point, suffering with fevers and cold chills. Physically, when Victor is drained, his body is exhausted too. He goes through so much trying to avenge the death of those the creature has murdered that his body can’t take it anymore. Regretting his choices, Victor cries, “...tears, the first I had shed for many months, streamed from my eyes, and I resolved not to fall before my enemy without a bitter struggle.” Contemplating suicide, Victor realizes that his life has become empty.

Was she alive? Where did she go? I just felt so much rage grow inside me and I stood up and jumped on the dragon and grabbed a bow and arrow. I started shooting the arrows not knowing where they would go like I was some… crazy

The mind of a child would be expected to be composed of surplus imagination, filled with joy and fiction. But Antonio is a separate situation. “A putrid, rotting smell was everywhere. There was disease and filth throughout. In the end no one was left, and the she-goats and the he-goats returned from the hills whence they had fled, and they looked in innocence at the death camp of the people.” (176) Antonio dreams of Armageddon, which ironically is an event of mortality and utter destruction.