It was one time, that I let my thoughts control me, take me to heaven, then set the world on fire. The sky was a soft shade of blue, the birds were chirping, and the sun was bright and radiant. My friend approached me in our free period, and we had a conversation that grabbed my attention.
“What’s up?” asked Arden.
“Not much.” I said
“You should stop telling your friends that you are the son of Helios. Everyone is over it already. Just an advice.”
“Hey….if you do not believe me ask my mom.”
“How can you be the son of the Sun god with no super abilities? Ha. Maybe your dad did not like you much, so he made you mortal.”
I walked away. It was not worth talking about, but somehow I felt the need to prove that Helios is my father. What if my mom was not telling me the truth? I needed to find out and I knew just where to find him. My mom, Clymene, told me that he was always in the sun palace. I have not really thought about going there in my life, but on second thought it was worth it, at least to see how my father looks like. Surprisingly, my mother agreed to let me go. I wondered. If my father was really the Sun god, then
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My mother said you were, but the boys at school laugh when I tell them I am your son. They won’t believe me. I told my mother and she said I had better go ask you.” I said as boldly and fearless as I could. The Sun god took off his luminous crown and smiled. “Come here Phaethon. Clymene told you the truth. You are my son.” I smiled, I was proud to be the son of Helios. My father was the Sun god. “How do I know that you are my father?” I said, as I suddenly doubted him. “I expect you will not doubt my word too? But I will give you proof. Ask anything you want of me and you shall have it, and I call the Styx to be witness to my promise, the river of the oath of the gods.” His generosity amazed me, and I remembered watching him riding the Sun chariot through heaven, and wishing to be in his
The speaker starts by differentiating himself to other children his age by stating that he does not think that he “must / have come from someone else” other than the speaker’s mother or father, meaning that he feels like he resembles his family enough to be undoubtedly related to them (2-3). The speaker continues his comparison by explaining how, unlike some children, he never fantasizes
On a train. On a plane. In the same unmarked car that had once taken him away. He could be wearing a blue pink-striped suit. A red silk kimono.
Hephaestus demanded. “You sure you want to face me, if you insist we will take it to the sky at sunset,” Poseidon smirked. The evening right as sunset was happening they were rose to the sky. All the people looking at the sunset saw the Gods and were curious.
It isn’t right to leave me here alone. Surely I’m as important as your father” (1).
Death is introduced immediately as the narrator of the book, and he reveals some key information about his personality. One of his most prominent characteristics is how he feels bored and irritated by his job, a feeling we can relate to; "The trouble is, who could ever replace me? Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style holiday destination...?" In this quote, Death is shown to be more human than his usual image suggests.
He's my father (1)! " Young Sarty Snopes describes his own inner conflict as “the being pulled two ways like between two teams of horses (7).” On one side is “the old fierce pull of blood” — family loyalty (). Truth and justice is on the other.
He told us that a couple of years ago his son died, and that god has blessed him with more
He remembered the joy He would have when forming you in your mother's womb. He remembered all the times that you would praise Him...the King was now dead. His life was not taken away, for He gave His
I’m Lore Heumann I was 13 years I died in the holocaust here is my life story. I was the youngest child of my family the only children in my family was me and my big sister margot, I was born into to jewish in a village close to the belgian border. My family lived close to our general store. And around the street was my grandpa he kept cows and horse in his farm, grandma said that she had to go somewhere for a long time, it’s been six months seen I saw her. I loved talk to my friends and to play with my dolls my parents bought me.
He tells the grandmother that if he saw Jesus for himself, he “wouldn’t be like I am now.” (14) Proving the existence of God would let him see graciousness and good in the world, yet he never has. After finishing his justification, his “voice seemed about to crack….
As the man was drying off his son’s hair by the fire, he thought it was all “like some ancient anointing,” why not “evoke the forms” and “construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them,” showing how the man identifies his son as sacred (McCarthy 74). The simile compares the man’s actions to that of an ancient anointing, in which his son is the one being blessed. This passage demonstrates how the father maintains some belief in religion and equates both beauty and piety to his son. For the man, the boy represents something sacred that creates an incentive for the him to keep living, if only to protect the boy. The man “sat beside him and stroked his hair.
I knelt before him. Hoping for a miracle. He said yes. It was not a miracle. Bestowed by God.
During the Middle Ages, women held the common positions of wife, mother, peasant, artisan, or nun. Besides taking on these traditional roles, Heloise was a brilliant “scholar of Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, and had a reputation for intelligence and insight” (New World Encyclopedia). She was raised in the nunnery of Argenteuil, where her mother lived. During the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, male primogeniture was established, this allowed for the eldest son to inherit all the property instead of sharing it among the family. In this period, “many wealthy women chose to live in monasteries, where they could receive education” (New World Encyclopedia).
As a creature with no ancestral heritage, he does not have a familial identity. He is no one’s son, daughter, brother, sister, or
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.