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Silver Candles
Silver Candles
I met a man on the bus today. I saw him sitting alone by the window and looking out it with a curious look upon his face. His balding head and long white beard told me he was ancient, but his gleaming blue eyes were like that of a child. The clothes he wore were tattered and browned with age, yet his thoughtful disposition made him seem like a professor or a wiseman. As I went down the aisle, he smiled at me and patted the seat next to him, as if he had been saving it for me. I sat down. He turned back to the window. We sat like this for the next few miles. Suddenly, he turned to me, a new light shining in his eyes
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I had a dream that men were candles, and each thought he was the sun. They’d brag and boast how important they were, and argue about who had the brightest light. Then, a light breeze rolled through, causing every flame to flicker. Suddenly, one went out. The a few candles shed tears of wax, but the rest would keep bickering. Then, in the distance I saw candles with little silver flames that called out to the others, saying, ‘Can’t you see you are not the sun? The wind will blow you out soon enough, so pick up the match that is next to you before it’s too late.’ However, these silver candles went unheeded, though some of the other candles taunted them for being so dim or shuffled over to them to look brighter. Soon, their small flames began to die out, but just before they did, a match touched each one of them, igniting again with each individual flame, and used their fire to light the
I will be able to do it. This then attaches a sense of harm to the light of discovery and knowledge which the scientists try so hard to grasp. Another way of seeing the association of the light imagery with fire is through. the myth of Prometheus, who suffers severe punishment for introducing the knowledge of fire to mankind. Like Prometheus, Frankenstein.
...ome the dream of attainment slowly became a nightmare. His house has been abandoned, it is empty and dark, the entryway or doors are locked. The sign of age, rust comes off in his hands. His body is cold, and he has deteriorated physically & emotionally. He is weathered just like his house and life. He is damaged poor, homeless, and the abandoned one.
As quoted by St. Francis of Assisi, “All darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle”, Tristran Thorn struggles with the idea of keeping a candle lit. To Tristran, the darkness may not be physically darkness at all, but emotional darkness. Tristran is struggling with the concept of love and how love should truly feels. Tristran’s village, Wall, contains many beautiful women, but only one stands out, Victoria Forester. One night, Tristran and Victoria spot a falling star in the sky, which then creates a situation for Tristran to overcome. Victoria then promises Tristran that if he embarks on the journey to bring back the falling star, then Victoria would marry him. Darkness then takes over Tristran. This darkness is unusual because it is not darkness at all. This darkness is love. Immediately Tristran embarks on his journey to bring back the fallen star. Meanwhile on the journey, he comes across a little hairy man. Tristran and the little hairy man become companions and the little hairy man gives him a candle for the rest of the journey. The candle is going to help Tristran find his way to the fallen star. Tristran then asks the little hairy man if he
He had very little facial hair and a round face. Very tall and very strong. As he gave me the rose, I pricked myself because of the thorns that were still on it. I looked at it and sat it on my desk. I the time I was a bit confused on what was happening.
I noticed how white and well-shaped his own hands were. They looked calm, somehow, and skilled. His eyes were melancholy, and were set back deep under his brow. His face was ruggedly formed, but it looked like ashes – like something from which all the warmth and light had dried out. Everything about this old man was in keeping with his dignified manner (24)
A man already in decay, having given my best years to feed the hungry dream of knowledge,—what had I to do with youth and beauty like thine own! Misshapen from my birth-hour, how could I delude myself with the idea that intellectual gifts might veil physical deformity in a young girl’s fantasy! … Nay, from the moment when we came down the old church-steps together, a married pair, I might have beheld the bale-...
“Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind,
When they first find the old man, the villagers claim that “he’s an angel” (Marquez 1). There is no denying the man’s divinity but he seems to represents much more than your average angel. In fact, the old man doesn’t resemble the typical image of an angel at all. Rather than being a young and pure angel, he is “much too human” with his “unbearable smell”. His angelic wings are even “strewn with parasites” with mistreated feathers (2). This contrasting imagery, however, doesn’t completely undermine the old man’s divinity; rather it draws attention to his lackluster appearance. The disappointments we feel towards the old man along with his particular characteristics make him remarkably similar to the one of bible’s tragic heroes; he is th...
“Brother Owl, are we near a human holding of any sort?” They left the dwarf’s cave well before sunrise, exiting on the far side of the lookout point. The rocks and boulder along the shore make their travel slow and difficult, but it is the best way to avoid prying eyes. When they at last make their way to the cliff's top, the sun has climbed well past the middle of its journey through the sky.
Eventually, we arrived at the race course. Stepping off of the bus, the exhilaration was uplifting as we looked across the sunrise ...
Suddenly, all the doors on every house opened, and even more suprising than that; the same man came out of every single house. I stepped back in horror and shock, but found my feet wouldn’t let me. My whole body was rooted to the ground!He (or they if you want) looked as old as time yet as youthal as a child, his wispy white hair looked like he had been electrocuted and upon it he wore a wide, purple fez decorated with stars. His (their) wrinkled faces stared down at me yet looked somehow younger than mine, his (their) purple silk gown hung about him (them) and he (they) wore velvet winklepickers which looked so luxurious; they could of belonged to the sultan himself. “Come in” they shouted in perfect unison.
As I opened my eyes, I saw him laying there, still sleeping and exploring his deepest thoughts. The brisk morning air nibbled at my nose as the sun, just rising over the mountains, warmed my body. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over at me with a smile. As he stroked the side of my face with his gentle hand, I felt this chocolate colored skin melt over me. After laying there holding each other in perfect silence, we decided to put our clothes on and go for a morning hike.
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there
As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.