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They had never meant for it to get this far. They found the idea of a bit of spy work intriguing and, frankly, exciting. Who didn’t have dreams as a kid of being a secret spy, a double agent? But this was too much danger, too much excitement, and yet, they loved it. Loved every inch of it. Agent Shadow had grown up as a shy kid. She had always thought she would grow up and become something boring and normal. Yet, she had broken out of her shell in the strangest way possible. She had made best friends. She was a brand new person. Agent Shadow wasn’t her codename, Sophia was. She pretended she was normal and shy and quiet and a lovely and conscientious student, but once she was unleashed, she was a beast. Always …show more content…
Honestly Kat, you always take hoouurs to wake up. I’ve been up since six.’’ She peered over at the stove, ‘‘Food?’’ Kathie sighed and cracked another egg, flipping the first one. ‘‘I know you’re an early riser and all, but six? It’s summer vacation! Why bother waking up before eleven?’’ She placed the first egg on a piece of toast and flipped the other. ‘‘Thanks,’’ Anna said, grabbing the plate and heading over to the island, ‘‘but how could you forget? Soph here found us a mission.’’ She ruffled her friend’s curly hair. ‘’Yeah, but it’s possible that it's nothing interesting. Just some weird activity at a factory,’’ Sophia said. She swatted Anna’s hand. Kathie’s eyes lit up, ‘‘Right! I bet it is interesting, by the way. Strange things happen in factories. When I was in China, there was a big chemical explosion from a factory. Nobody knew if it was an accident or not, or even what the chemicals were. It was really crazy. Well, come on then,’’ She ate her own egg quickly, scarfing it down in all of three bites before running upstairs to change, ‘‘We can get there if twenty minutes if we run,’’ she yelled down, ‘‘and there’s a bakery along the way, Gerardo’s, so that’ll eat up another ten minutes. Ha, eat up. I didn’t even do that on purpose.’’ Her door was flung open, and she rushed down in her sneakers,
It is often astounding how secrets can tear lives apart. The Secret Lives of Sgt. John Wilson gives testament to this fact. This story is the ultimate portrayal of deception and betrayal set amidst the serene, isolated canvas of the Saskatchewan prairies. What makes this story seems unbelievable is the fact that this is a true story which actually occurred as opposed to being fiction. John Wilson killed his loving unsuspecting and hid her body in an isolated culvert in 1918 near Waldheim, Saskatchewan. Some years later he would be tried in a court of law, convicted and hung for his crime in Prince Alberta, Saskatchewan. He was the first and only Mountie to be hung in Canadian History. Once again, providing that the Mounties did get their man
up early she put on here rags and took some food from the kitchen and woke up
Then she saw a greasy china plate that had bread crumbs, cheese and sausage. The pungent of cheese made her stomach grumble. The man was very rude and insulted her because she couldn’t read. Then Frances headed home and on her way, she bumped into a girl with a nice, green, winter coat. She imagined her Ma in that coat, twirling around with a smile on her face. The girl’s mother said a rather offensive sentence about Frances and walked away with her daughter.
...ce near Mean Lady Ming’s where we bought shrimp lo mein. I grabbed Vonetta and Fern and we all ran off. Five minutes later of running we were at Cecile’s house. At the doorstep, I heard crying. This crying sounded like Cecile. Could she have really changed? We opened the door and ran in and hugged her. Surprisingly the door was opened. She must have went searching for us because there were two distinct footprints on her welcome mat before we entered the house and before we stepped on the mat. She really has changed. “You all better hug tight Vonetta and Fern.” I said with tears of joy. “My babies, my babies! I will never treat you that bad ever again. I am so sorry!” cried Cecile. “ From now on I will care for you and be a good mother. I am sorry for however I treated you.” cried Cecile. For the first time in forever, my sisters and I actually had someone to call Ma.
“Sure. Thank you,” Mrs. Whitmore said. She waved good-bye and shut the door, then listened. When she heard only giggles, she relaxed her shoulders, and went into the kitchen to start on the cookies. When they were finished, she brought the plate up with two glasses of milk to Lucy-Lou’s room. The girls had stopped giggling, and Sarah was sitting across from Lucy-Lou on the other side of the room.
...e is a severely misunderstood profession. The facts were tainted over the years to make movies and literature more enjoyable. Each passing year brings about new knowledge to the public about espionage. Some “facts” that are released must be thought and researched more on to make sure the fact isn’t fiction. One thing is for certain of spies and agents though. They live a tough life of lies.
Tillyard, E. M. W. "The Secret Agent Reconsidered." Conrad: A Collection of Critical Essays. Comp. Marvin Mudrick. Englewood Cliffs: Prentice-Hall, 1966. 103-110.
Claire sees him standing by the ticket booth and runs up to him feverishly. “Hey baby what are you doing here? I thought you needed to work on your project.” She said out of breath. I enveloped her back consequently we both walked into the movie room together. Once the movie had ended, individually, we began walking out of the theater. “Baby I’m hungry.” She said with a pout on her face. We began walking to her favorite suave Italian
In the novel The Secret Agent, by Joseph Conrad, the concepts of difficulty or obscurity and simplicity are greatly expressed. Many of the characters in the novel are morally simple while other characters have a vast amount of moral complexity to them. The same can be said about people in our world today in the sense that there are individuals with very simple qualities to them and ones who are almost the exact opposite of simple. The full title of the novel is The Secret Agent: A Simple Tale, but the temporal shifts in the novel make it more complicated than anticipated. This "simple tale" would be as simple as the title entails were it not for the complex nature of morality. Conrad's novel is not as famous as it is merely because of the plot of it, but rather because of how complicated the idea of morality is. It is easy to come to the conclusion that, due to the characters' moral values and how complex they are, that the novel portrays the modern world as morally complex. This does not mean that the plot of the novel is not important, though. The main themes are this novel are terrorism and anarchism, and these things are also very complex subjects. Terrorism and anarchism involve moral values, and this is what causes them to be so complex. The different beliefs of the two groups in the novel cause them to have different moral values, and these different values create a difficulty in telling whether an action is right or wrong. The complex world in the novel is brought forth by different moral values, and this complex world portrays the modern world as being complex as well.
I watched the churning scene in amazement, marveling at the microcosm that these pizza boxes had become. I couldn’t bring myself to simply toss this wealth of life in a garbage can, yet the soggy pile shouldn’t sit in the yard any longer. There were only two individuals around that would appreciate this treasure more than I, and who could actually benefit from it too. A few minutes later I watched in satisfaction as my chickens, like two stately ladies, sampled the smorgasboard I offered. This is why I study zoology, I thought, for the enjoyment of just watching life act out its strange and comedic drama.
...as tempted to take it into one of the water-closets and read it at once. But that would be shocking folly, as he well knew. There was no place where you could be more certain that the telescreens were watching continuously';(Orwell 112). In the novel, the spies were the Thought Police. In our society, the same people exist, except we call them the FBI, the CIA or even boss.
Throughout the book The Secret Agent written by Joseph Conrad, Conrad tells us the story through different characters who are apart of different groups based on jobs and interest. Whether it is Mr. Vladimir being apart of the government or Mr. Verloc being apart of the anarchist. Joseph puts people into the groups so serve the purpose of showing the audience where each character is in the social class. What does Conrad have to say about the social classes and the exploitation of those classes during the Victorian age.
A simple character, or flat character, is usually defined with one or two character traits and does not change much throughout the story. A complex character, or round character, is a character whose personality and background are prominent throughout the story and are subject to change. Joseph Conrad displays an excellent use of simple and complex characters throughout his novel The Secret Agent. Some characters seem simple, but Conrad surprises the reader by turning them into complex characters.
Ding-dong! “Uh-oh”, I think, wiping my hands on a paper towel. “They must be here early.” It’s six-thirty, my guests aren’t due to arrive until seven, and I am already a half-hour behind. The lobsters are still boiling on the stove, the chunky potatoes are rock-hard and my spinach salad lies in pieces all over the kitchen floor. Things aren’t off to such a good start.
“Oh honey,” I answered, sadly acknowledging my daughter’s hunger, “ I wish it was. Actually, I’m not quite sure what it is. Help me clean it off, will you?” Emily and I began scrubbing the dilapidated, seaweed covered object in the warm waves of the Atlantic. “Wow, That’s not at all I expected.” I answered as I rolled an old bottle in the water. “At least we can get some money for this at the recycling center. Not much, but if we collect enough bottles we could get some lunch!” I looked hopelessly at the bottle.