Alternate Endings in Anouilh's Medea To what purpose does Jean Anouilh alter the central conflicts and characters in his retelling of "Medea"? In the classic play, Medea escapes without punishment and we are told as an audience it is not our place to question the motives and/or actions of the gods. Within the framework of modern, psychologically rendered characters and in the absence of supernatural meddling, Anouilh attempts not only to question the motives but to posit answers to the open
pressures of their time. Ibsen’s deviation from accepted endings like suicide and submission to male superiority sparked controversy throughout Europe, which forced alternate endings to be added onto his work. In Ibsen’s A Doll’s House, despite censorship and audience resistance, the original ending written by Ibsen is undoubtedly the best ending. Due to pressure in Germany to allow the play to be acted, Ibsen was forced to write an alternative ending in which Nora decides to stay with her family. During
Studying Two Alan Bennett Monologues Introduction A monologue is a play with a single performer. The word monologue is of Greek origin and comes from mono-logos. Mono means 'word of one person' and logos means 'voice' hence monologue, 'one voice'. Alan Bennett's work is impressive and his understanding of characterization is second to none. He has an ability to capture the life- styles and backgrounds of the characters he creates. The language of each character brings forward clichés
everyone else was up and out in th... ... middle of paper ... ...hed to Frank and Vicki. Victor suggested that they keep in touch by picking certain days for Victor and Henry to travel out to Vicki and Frank’s cottage in the woods. In this alternate ending chapter to Frankenstein, Victor does not run away from his problems, but instead he decides to tackle them and does not see them as nearly as big of problems. He realizes that he needs to nurture his creation in the beginning instead of in the
Jaxon is a tall, lanky fellow with an extreme case of insomnia. His body was withering away to almost nothing. His brown eyes sparkled with more intelligence that you'd think at first glance, there was something behind this eyes lodge deep in his head that was begging to be released but the darkness flooded his mind. He had long, oily, brown hair slicked back to give off a business look but no job to show for it. He was wearing a dark indigo-washed denim with an oversized grey crewneck t-shirt and
It takes Tsukishima approximately 3 minutes to gather his thoughts before he sits down on the couch with his head in his hands. He had always imagined that if he had to die by the government’s hands it would be due to drug usage but now it would probably be something like conspiring against the government or some shit like that. The store was bound to have security cameras inside and they definitely caught him on tape conversing with the gray haired man which led to a whole slew of problems. On one
thought they did. They weren’t meant to be husband and wife, but they were meant to be good friends, and supporters of each other. After they talked about their relationship thoroughly they both realized that God had not made them for each other, but there were people for both of them out in the world, and they needed to go meet them. They also knew that they still had their two beautiful children to take care of and so they came up with a decision. They came to the conclusion that they would have
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Chewing a Little Fat with the Mind Readers An assortment of pathways led up and into the mountain. Some were dead ends, riddled with monsters that roamed in hordes amid the shadows, channeling Gordok’s magic and drawing so deeply on his power that I could feel it like a brewing storm preparing to lash out with lightning and howling gusts of wind. Others were misleading routes that continued into nothingness. But Aragon knew the winding trails and carefully guided us around the tight
Darkness coils its implecable fingers around me. I am forever ensnared by it. Its dark blades pierce me to the core. I can feel them drawing out every last drop of warm blood slowly. Even so, I choose this. I lay awake in my bed, thinking this over and over again, repeating these words in my head. Why am I so dark? Why is my soul drifting further and further to the void? Indeed, I did choose this but, does that not mean I can turn back? Does this mean that I am forever bound to the darkness that
The next day in P.E. the sun was shining, although the air was shockingly chilly and windy. Today, Mr. Kick decided that we didn't have to go swimming today and instead we would run a mile on the track. Yippie, I thought sarcastically, one doom in exchange for another. Although, the weather wasn't the only reason why Mr. Kick had called off swimming. Apparently last period three boys decided to defecate in the pool, that's right, they dropped their trousers and pooped. Honestly, I had no idea what
Meanwhile, at the same time, Tony, Tonya, and Evan head towards Glenda's house, which is right across the street to check up on her, and when they arrive they realize that Glenda is running around the house in her sleep. "Um does she do this in her sleep?" Tony asks with concern as he glances at Evan. "Well, she has been known to sleepwalk, but only when she's stressed about something," Even replies as he glances at Tony. "I see, and why weren't you at school?" Tonya asks as she glances at Evan.
No other man could bare this freezing cold. He stood there, alone on the mountain top, looking down upon the world. He reached out his hand to see if he could grab it, and realized that he could; however, he lowered his hand instead. Such beauty couldn’t possibly belong to anyone, even if they wanted it to. Bert knew this all too well; but this man on the summit was not Bert. He couldn’t understand why he did not dare grab it. In a town not far from that mountain, a child was roaming the streets
Stuck in the Current “But Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With men it is impossible, but not with God; for with God all things are possible.’ ” - Mark 10:27 Splash! My body sliced into the creek. At first it didn't register; then I felt the icy water clawing me downstream. Relaxing for a moment, I let myself drift. Then, the lack of air drove me to the surface and the full force of the current slammed into me. Angling my body upstream, I whipped my arms and legs into a front crawl. Even with all
Cinderella walked briskly through the streets. There were many villages like this one in her kingdom. She thought for a moment. It was not really her kingdom, but Charming’s kingdom. Cinderella felt powerless in her own castle, imprisoned by her new role in society as housewife of the king. Sometimes she could not tell which was worse, cooking and cleaning for her stepmother and stepsisters or playing “wife” at balls and meetings with other world leaders, being forced to smile politely at guests
She said, “I will save you!” and she hurled the water at the Witch. Dorothy then trips on a silver nail, on the wooden floor. She falls faintly and passes out. Dorothy has a concussion and her soul detaches. The flying water lands on the Witch and her soul ends up with Dorothy’s soul in limbo. An arena of familiar faces before the pale darkness; they move in the obscurity like ghouls. There is Mama, looking for Turtle Heart; there is Nessarose, authoritative and lifeless as harden wood. There
why she was upset. “Sorry Kugo,” Brianna apologized. Brianna sat back down right next to Riruka who had finally let go of her leg. Kugo’s mouth dropped. “This isn’t like you. What’s wrong,” he asked her concerned. She took a moment to answer. “Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind.” Kugo argued, “That’s not nothing.” “Leave me alone,” she told him. Kugo sighed. Upset and staring at the ground, she didn’t noticed that Ichigo had wrapped his arms around her until he said, “It’s alright if you don’t
A dark haze filled the night air. Happy birthday to me, Mist thought as she slipped through the abandoned street. It was an hour past curfew and if you were anyone else you wouldn’t dare to creep around in the night, but Mist wasn’t anyone else. Her misty blue hair and unique black attire was known all along the land. People feared Mist but they also respected her. Although her father, Captain Hook, who feared little boys and stayed hidden in his broken down boat, was a laughing stock, her tough
Nasanieru awoke in the nearby hospital. Lying in bed, not realizing where he was, he began to panic when his father put a consoling hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright my son. You are safe and at the hospital. The doctors assure me that you’ll make a full recovery,” he spoke in a voice for once warm and seemingly with a hint of pride held in the distance. “You should’ve told us you were being bullied. We could’ve easily taken care of those kids for you! Don’t you have any idea how worried we were
Wolfshiem picked Zandophen and Jazzapple up from school. When he took a left instead of a right, Zandophen piped up. "Daddy home is the other way." "I have to get some items at the store." Wolfshiem replied. "Ok…" he sighed. "Can we get candy?" Jazzapple asked, putting on a puppy face. "And what have you done lately that you think you deserve a treat?" "I've made my bed, eat my veggies, and do good in school." "Things I don't expect you to do already." "Umm…I'm cute?" "Nice try princess." Wolfshiem
Alisa buried her head into her arms, trying to ignore the constant laughter. It was a haunting noise, continuing long after the actual joke. Like an echo. Expect this one kept echoing and bouncing off walls, continuing its hurtful speech. “So stupid!” “That was so obvious! How could you be so stupid?” “Idiot!” These comments stuck to her like glue, following her around. It was like an unanimous agreement to put a label on her, with ‘can’t answer simple question’ or ‘loser’