Chapter-01 -or- Enter the Crimson Corpse “I am a brave of the church of IronCage, I mean you no harm unless you bring harm to me.” Brother San-bell called out the traditional greeting of the church as he approached the farmhouse in front of him. Though their was no need for such formality, he visited this farm often and knew the owners of the land would recognize his figure, he made a distinctive silhouette with his billowing robes and the large studded club that hung from the side of his horse. The Erneut family had tended to this land for generations, and under their care the land had prospered. Each and every child had learned from a young age how to care for the crops and horses. The Erneut family had a gift when it came to bringing about life, whether in terms of their bountiful harvests or in the number of children they birthed and raised, until this latest generation that is. The recent winters had …show more content…
My club is large and unruly as well as slow and loud. I could not hide this weapon nor would the appearance of my weapon ever be a surprise should I draw it. My fellow man will always be fully aware of all my intentions.” Marcus nodded again, and San-bell took that as a cue to take his leave and enter the farmhouse itself were Mr.Erneut sat in a old rocking chair across from a wood burning stove. “You were speaking to Marcus again?” Mr. Erneut pondered as he reached onto the stove to retrieve a kettle and pour a wooden cup of tea for San-bell. San-bell nodded and took a deep drink of the tea, the beverage warmed him from the inside-out and San-bell released a sigh he hadn’t known he was containing. “He’s starting to look like him again is Marcus, His hair is darkening, and soon will be the same shade as it once was.” San-bell drank deeply once more and emptied his glass, “He’s a good kid though, he worries about you.” Mr. Erneut nodded and grunted before
When talking about war, there are many books with few answers to what war truly is. Barbara Ehrenreich brings forth not only the possibilities towards understanding war but also the passion people from history have had towards it. One key issue she brings to light is humanities love for war, so much so that people would use excuses like holy wars to justify their need to fight in a war. She declares that war is as muddled as the issue of diseases and where diseases came from around 200 years ago. More so than that she even goes further on to state that these rituals that date back to prehistoric times are the cause of human nature during times of war rather than human instinct.
The man Jack struck a knife into the forehead of the teddy bear mistaking it for the boy, the boy with no name. Neil Gaiman chooses not to reveal Bod’s name until he wanders into the graveyard because it forms Bod’s presence to seem like he didn’t possess a life or a story or a name until he entered the graveyard. Before the graveyard, Bod’s presence was ghostly with nobody caring for him until he entered the graveyard and the Owens’s cared for him. The story invoked when Bod entered the graveyard. Also, Bod could see and communicate with dead people, which nobody else living could do, so he was the center of attention after the graveyard.
Edger Allan Poe, who wrote “The Masque Of Red Death" did not predict the Ebola Virus, because the placing, timing, symptoms, and cures does not depict the Ebola Virus today in history. The Ebola Virus originated from West Africa, but the red death had no origin. The year Poe wrote the "The Masque Of The Red Death” was in May 1842, the Ebola Virus was first discovered in 1976, but the serious Ebola outbreak was in March 2014. So why didn't the epidemic happen in 1976? The two diseases symptoms are different to.
In fictional writing there are many important componates that contributes to it success. Such as tone, mood, and setting. Nevertheless symbolism is very also a vital aspect of fiction. Symbolism ensures that the reader looks at the deeper meanings of a piece. This could not be more evident than in the story “The Masque of the Red Death” by Edgar Allen Poe.
In this historical fiction piece, A Ghostly Shade of Pale, Merle Temple depicts the life of Michael Parker. At the beginning of the book, Michael is a young man who moved from Washington to Oxford as a student at The University of Mississippi. All throughout the book, Temple does a great job going in chronological order of what happened during Parker’s lifetime. The imagery makes this novel come to life and makes you feel as though you are actually in the drug busts with the narcotics agents. This imagery really comes to life in his use of onomatopoeia and metaphors, and idioms.
Sutherland starts off the essay with a narrative about her husband’s lost keys. While she uses to chase her husband around helping him in the search, she now ignores his racket and continues washing the dishes. While she loves her husband, there are little quirks about him that she wishes she could change. She describes him as “well read [and] adventurous…but also tends to be forgetful, and is often tardy and
Hatred was buried down deep between the Hatfields and the McCoys. Fanny McCoy guided herself through the twisted branches of family, love, and hatred. “The Coffin Quilt” by Ann Rinaldi told the story of the feud between the Hatfields and the McCoys, at least how Fanny McCoy lived it. But was she a trustworthy source of information for what happened? Her young age alone could cause some discrepancies with the telling of the arduous feud.
The approach of autumn was well on its way. “Autumn’s hand was lying heavy on the hillsides. Bracken was yellowing, heather passing from bloom, and the clumps of wild-wood taking the soft russet and purple of decline. Faint odors of wood smoke seemed to fit over the moor, and the sharp lines of the hill fastnesses were drawn as with a graving-tool against the sky.” As Ellie drove down the road she was much more aware of all her surroundings.
Most individuals are able to succeed in life based on their past occurrences. Normally, everyone’s life is the way it is based on what they have done or experienced in the past. However, how one reacts to to their experiences determines their outcome in life. History, memories, and the past encounters are never entirely separated from current events. In order for things to be set in motion in the present, past transgressions precede to teach valuable lessons that connects to the present.
Not Just a Bowl Beauty is one of the main foci in society today where selfies, beauty enhancement or plastic surgery, celebrities, and the media reign over society—constantly defining what people should aim for in terms of appearance. Appearances are everything to many people rather than inner beauty such as character and values. In turn, this beauty-obsessed world has led to people becoming more shallow, superficial, and unaccepting towards anything besides the “norm.” It is quite ironic to have a “norm” considering how each individual is different and live in different cultures and such. People are not meant to be or look the same neither should they adhere to a certain standard in which someone else has established.
“I spent the following day roaming through the valley. I stood beside the sources of the Arveiron, which take their rise in a glacier, that with slow pace is advancing down from the summit of the hills, to barricade the valley. The abrupt sides of vast mountains were before me; the icy wall of the glacier overhung me; a few shattered pines were scattered around; and the solemn silence of this glorious presence-chamber of imperial Nature was broken only by the brawling waves, or the fall of some vast fragment, the thunder sound of the avalanche, or the cracking reverberated along the mountains of the accumulated ice, which, through the silent working of immutable laws, was ever and anon rent and torn, as if it had been but a plaything in their hands. These sublime and magnificent scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving. They elevated me from all littleness of feeling; and although they did not remove my grief, they subdued and tranquilized it.
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of
What We Want to Do: We plan to do a soundtrack of the book Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel García Márquez. There will be three songs per chapter, which will focus on characterization, plot development, and the mood. Who Is Doing This Project: The people involved in the creation of this project are Mariah Milliken, Kaleigh Jeffers, and William Trinidad. Everyone will choose one song per chapter which correlates to characterization, plot development, or the mood of the chapter.
The Time Machine is set far in the future and humankind has divided into two distinct species. One species is the Eloi, the lovely, meek race that dwells above ground. Eloi are the race that resulted from the upper class in our society today. Their world is a paradise, which has resulted in their changed form. “Where violence comes but rarely and off-spring are secure, there is less necessity - indeed there is no necessity - for and efficient family, and the specialization of the sexes with reference to their children’s needs disappear.”
“The surrounding valleys have been cultivated continuously well over 1,000 years, providing one of the world’s greatest examples of a productive man-land relationship…”