The painful, dizzy sensation Leon felt when he tried to get up had slowly dissipated, and his head felt less throbby and his ears less ringy. The world had stopped shifting and swirling before his eyes, and so, he willed himself up and out of the pot of petunias. Leon looked up and saw that sun was already quite high in the sky. It must be ten or eleven, he thought and reached into his back pants pocket. There was no phone, as he suspected. Leon never had his phone on him after one of these incidents, or his keys, or his wallet. And so, he often had a difficult time getting back home and into his apartment. It was as if someone didn’t want him to be at home at all and had perhaps transported him sometime in the night by levitation to whatever his strange destination happened to be; only, Leon had the uncanny …show more content…
He was supposed to be at work three hours ago at The Uncommons, a weird coffee shop-library-game store hybrid in Greenwich Village, where he was a barista. Leon normally detested being late, but ever since the incidents started happening, he was less inclined to feel anxious about being late or missing things entirely. Additionally, his shifts would always be mysteriously covered until his arrival, in advance, as if whatever was messing with his life was always one step ahead of him, or perhaps just oddly courteous. Whenever Leon confronted his co-workers about the shifts, many of them blankly stated that he had called in the day before, or had worked it out with them weeks ago, or Leon, himself, had been there the entire time. All of these explanations were of course, disturbing and baffling to Leon, but none more so than the confessions that Leon had not not seemed to have missed work at all. Often, after those such pleas were given, Leon would find his phone or his keys already in his assigned cubby, regardless if he remembered putting them there or
The Underdogs is an amazing book about kids overcoming many challenges during their football season. Will Tyler, one of the best running backs for his age, is truly passionate about football. He tries to make a football team after the city he lives in, Forbes, says they can’t fit a 12 year old football team and equipment into the budget. This is only one example of the many conflicts that Will Tyler overcomes.
The author illustrates the “dim, rundown apartment complex,” she walks in, hand and hand with her girlfriend. Using the terms “dim,” and “rundown” portrays the apartment complex as an unsafe, unclean environment; such an environment augments the violence the author anticipates. Continuing to develop a perilous backdrop for the narrative, the author describes the night sky “as the perfect glow that surrounded [them] moments before faded into dark blues and blacks, silently watching.” Descriptions of the dark, watching sky expand upon the eerie setting of the apartment complex by using personification to give the sky a looming, ominous quality. Such a foreboding sky, as well as the dingy apartment complex portrayed by the author, amplify the narrator’s fear of violence due to her sexuality and drive her terror throughout the climax of the
Under the orders of her husband, the narrator is moved to a house far from society in the country, where she is locked into an upstairs room. This environment serves not as an inspiration for mental health, but as an element of repression. The locked door and barred windows serve to physically restrain her: “the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.” The narrator is affected not only by the physical restraints but also by being exposed to the room’s yellow wallpaper which is dreadful and fosters only negative creativity. “It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide – plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.”
First off, Leon: The Professional’s Mathilda is an innocent little teenage girl, who is extremely anger at particularly the murder of her brother. She did not care as much for the rest of her family, because they were abusive towards her. Soon after, she meet Leon, who lives in the apartment, near her. Mathilda finds out Leon is a hitman, and she begs him to help her avenge her brother’s death. Leon finally agrees to help her. Mathilda had the idea she wanted to kill the murder of her
It was completely dark now, the yellowish street lights weak due rain. Maison’s thoughts drifted to the body that they assumed was in the bed of the truck, but there thoughts wouldn’t stay there. The image of them cutting the heart out of the chest, that rush along with the burn in their muscles, along with the feeling of Castiel right behind them was hard to forget.
I woke with a jolt of instant panic. I peered over at my phone to see the time. It hit me suddenly, like a ton of bricks; I was late to pick up my mom. I was supposed to wake up early to take my her to a very important doctor’s appointment. This elusive doctor was impossible to book. My mom had been on the waiting list for a month; we cannot be late! Just like in Junot Diaz’s “The Money”, I foolishly expected my mother to be grateful for my efforts in arriving at her house quickly. Instead, I got “Nada” (Diaz 116).
The word "hero" is so often used to describe people who overcome great difficulties and rise to the challenge that is set before them without even considering the overwhelming odds they are up against. In our culture, heroes are glorified in literature and in the media in various shapes and forms. However, I believe that many of the greatest heroes in our society never receive the credit that they deserve, much less fame or publicity. I believe that a hero is simply someone who stands up for what he/she believes in. A person does not have to rush into a burning building and save someone's life to be a hero. Someone who is a true friend can be a hero. A hero is someone who makes a difference in the lives of others simply by his/her presence. In Tim O'Brien's novel, The Things They Carried, the true heroes stand out in my mind as those who were true friends and fought for what they believed in. These men and women faced the atrocities of war on a daily basis, as explained by critic David R. Jarraway's essay, "'Excremental Assault' in Tim O'Brien: Trauma and Recovery in Vietnam War Literature" and by Vietnam Veteran Jim Carter. Yet these characters became heroes not by going to drastic measures to do something that would draw attention to themselves, but by being true to their own beliefs and by making a difference to the people around them.
Around midnight on the fourth day, the boy and his family members awakened again. This time they went with the family of the house's owner to a bus station where they took the bus going northward. The boy was very happy because he was free at last to play as a normal child again. On the way, everybody was fascinated and hypnotized by the scenery along the road, especially the kids because it was the first time they had left the cosmopolitan city for the countryside.
Leon was a normal boy happy and joyful and a life on worry free. Things took a huge step when he was taken as a
It was eleven p.m. when my bus left for Chicago. As we drove along the interstate I positioned my headphones onto my head. I started the playlist that I had created especially for the trip. Trying to pass time, I rested my head against the window and watched the stars streak across the night sky. I soon drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the things that I would be doing in Chicago. After several hours of sleeping awkwardly in my seat I was awakened by the bus’
After the deaths of William and Justine, Victor seeks out the Valley of Chamounix and caims that not only did a “tingling long-losst sense of plesure often come across” but also that the “weight upon his spirit was considerably lightened.” After this experiece in nature, Victor is able to finally have a peaceful sleep for the first time n a long time, claiming that the
The darkness of her bedroom crept into her body. As time progressed the sounds of the evening grew louder leaving her in a state of fear. Amongst the dark room she would see the shadow of someone standing outside her bedroom window. She didn’t know why someone would want to hurt her. Afraid to tell her parents she found refuge underneath the sheets of her bed. After several sleepless nights she spoke to her mother about the mysterious person outside her window. Her mother shrugged it off and told her that no one was there and not to worry. Her mother believed that this was either her imagination or eating too close to her bedtime. However, Elyn was determined to catch this mysterious man. Next, she enlisted the help of her brother Warren. Frightened they hid in the closet waiting to capture the bandit. Unfortunately, this heroic attempt was unsuccessful as the bandit never revealed himself to anyone but her. Soon it became apparent to everyone that no one was outside her window. But, these feelings of a watchful eye never fled her. As a result, Elyn spent many nights terrified underneath her sheets only falling a sleeping from
With both hands resting lightly on the table to each side of his white foam cup, Otis stared into its deep abyss of emptiness with his head bowed as if willing it to fill again, giving him a reason to enjoy the shelter that the indoors provided. I could almost touch the conflict going on inside of him, a battle of wills as if he was negotiating with an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. I sensed a cramp of discomfort seizing his insides, compelling him to flee, then a silent resolve, as if a moment of clarity had graced his consciousness.
As Auður Eva Guðmundsdóttir said, “Fairytales are mystical, magical stories and it’s quite unusual for them to be based on real life events.” The tale of Anastasia, however, proves to be very distinct from all other fairy tales. The real story of the Grand Duchess Anastasia is an enchanted tale with a doomed finish and proves to be unlike any other fairy tale. Another point which verifies this story as a different type of fairy tale is that it is actually based on events that occurred in history. So how much of the story of Anastasia is fictional, and how much is history?