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Destruction
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
It was Daisy Chamberling that broke the news at her usual time, 5 o’clock. It was a horrific moment as shock was spread all over the world by this news. Usually Daisy goes on about unimportant cases but this time she was serious. That was the big moment the world changed. Although Daisy was a news caster and you would expect her to be a social woman, she wasn’t. In fact she was the complete opposite.
Daisy was a bright, intelligent 40 year old woman even though she never acted it. She was a well-brought up child until her father died and she inherited all his money. That’s when she became two-faced. She spent her money like it was going out of fashion, she would criticise other people just because they weren’t up to her standards and she was too posh. She sat in her chair, in the studio, like she was royalty, ordered people like slaves and got everything she wanted, at top notch. Daisy wanted to be the best but no-one could beat the weather girl, she was the best. Everybody loved her.
Chelsea was a smart, classy but beautiful girl that was down to earth about things in life. Chelsea had come so far in life without any family and was only 25 years old. She was laid back about things but aware of people’s needs and worldwide issues. She was brave and confident to show people she wasn’t a little girl but a fighting woman waiting for the right time to show that.
It had been three days since the terrifying news and no...
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...s atmosphere! It was on it’s way and it was coming very soon.
Daisy was hustling about the streets just like everyone else trying to help or running away from fire. Everyone was saying there last goodbyes to each other and that’s when the most vital things in life hit Daisy. She wanted to be loved, she wanted to help, she didn’t want to die alone and she had lost her only friend. Daisy sat quietly on a rock, sobbing to herself and full of guilt, she wanted Chelsea. It came as fast as lightning but slow like it was stuck or snagging on something. The meteorite was sure here. It was loud as it came storming through the darkness, it blocked out the crying and screaming of people falling to their deaths. The meteorite hit the world and it was like the ‘big bang.’ it was goodbye to Daisy, goodbye to Chelsea and goodbye to the world. It was Destruction.
The meteor crashing into the moon was spasmodic, yet it left the world to crumble in it’s wake of destruction. The sun seems to not exist, because of the volcanic ash that has diffused throughout the air. Fresh produce no longer exists, and death comes sudden to those who are too weak to go on. “‘ I feel like it should be a dream and when I wake up none of it will have happened, said Miranda.’” (Pg.27) As the world dwindles away, Miranda dreams about her best friend Becky in heaven, and mounds of food surrounding her. The dreams tantalize her, making her more desperate for strength through the h...
takes no responsibility for her actions. Daisy even goes back to Tom, who cheated on her and
Characters in The Great Gatsby written by F. Scott Fitzgerald are often described differently than they actually act throughout the novel. In the beginning of the novel, Daisy is told to be “by far the most popular of all the young girls in Louisville”. She was said to have great beauty, and its even said that she holds her popularity spot because of it. She is also described as a “fool” which means she is beautiful, just like an angel. As we read on, we come to see that Daisy is actually very careless, selfish, and only focuses herself on wealth and power. She never looked at the consequences of her actions; and she let others clean up the messes she made. She wanted her daughter to grow up just like her, even though it’s a life nobody wanted to live. She even gave up her true love to be with somebody who had money and a good repetition. As perceived in the novel, Daisy is the most despicable character in the novel of The Great Gatsby.
that her husband was having an affair with another women but Daisy did not do
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Similarly, Henry James’ “Daisy Miller,” is a rich, young, American girl from New York, traveling around Europe with her mother and younger brother. Daisy is a complex combination of traits. She is feisty, independent, and well intentioned, yet she is also petty, ignorant, and unsophisticated. Daisy is also an irritating flirt. She has no public elegance or informal gifts, such as appeal, humor, and a talent for banter. Also she is primarily interested only in influencing men and making herself the hub of interest. Throughout the story, Winterbourne, the love interest of Daisy, is fixated over the issue of whether Daisy is naive, but her behavior by no means reveals whether she is or isn’t. Winterbourne accepts that Daisy is crude but wonders whether she is innocent. Frequently, Daisy seems less than innocent since Winterbourne did catch her with another man late at night at the Coliseum, which results in her death from malaria. Overall, it is the way in which Daisy embodies all the different forms of innocence that results in her demise.
comes back from the war which she will later not fulfills. Despite Daisy living a life of glamour
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Daisy wants to go see the Pincio, but before she goes to meet Giovanelli, Mrs. Walker warns her that she “doesn’t think that it’s safe” (442). Mrs. Miller then joins in, and agrees that she shouldn’t go, stating that Daisy will “get the fever as sure as she lives” (442). Throughout the story, Daisy had problems listening to those that should be her superiors. By not listening to them, she puts herself in harms way. Her pride is too big, and eventually it leads to her death. Even though at this point she doesn’t catch the fever, we know that it’s out there, and are under the impression that she has a good chance of catching it if she continues to go out when she knows that she shouldn’t. She and Giovanelli go out on the town a few times, and one evening she decides to go to the Colosseum with him. The Colosseum is known as a place of martyrs. Winterbourne, waking by, overhears Daisy saying that, “he looks at us as one of the old lions or tigers may have looked at the Christian martyrs!” (456). A martyr is someone or something that dies for a reason. Daisy died to prove a moral lesson to those of us reading the story, and this is a point where we see what is going to happen to
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
his choosing of pursuing Daisy, and Daisy her social status more important to her than
Daisy is like a “gold digger.” At the begging of the story I thought she was simply another girl who didnt had hope in his man, because he had to fight in war and were lost for another few years. When the story is developing you actually become to like her, a girl who found his man again and chose to be happy, but at the end of the story your feelings and thoughts about Daisy give a 360 turn. A man died because of her when he was blamed for killing someone while driving at high speed through the Valley of Ashes when it was actually her driving the car. An atrocity was committed and Daisy’s reaction was a heartless, disgusting, dishonest, evil and cruel.
There was not really much of a choice. To live or to die. Mr Murderer was staring at me, waiting for me to accept his offer. What is he, a pimp?
A bright light stings my eyes as I come to. I look up to see where I am, the place is familiar but I can't seem to bring back the memory of this place. I notice in a cornor a dark red stain and something next to it. A body? A corpse.
The smell of the fire permeated the room, wisps of black charcoal smoke curled and pranced their way through the thick, suffocating air as if excited to escape the venomous chamber. The smoke soon flattened in the heavy air and shrouded the lifeless corpses of the prisoners. Beside the towering heaters and the dead carcass were rows of flimsy benches; strategically mounted inside of the cramped bunker to make it harder to escape. The cold, cement walls were decorated with windows that were boarded shut. There were also markings that had been carved out on the wall, one stroke for each that was spent rotting in the chamber.