Truism chose: Sometimes, the people who are absent can make the biggest difference in our lives.
The absence of one who is loved or hated can change someone elses life drastically, because that life is missing the normality of that one person. This could throw off the way that person reacts to certain people or things; it could even cause them to change habits or cultural ways.
In Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean Auel, Ayla is crippled by the loss of her adoptive mother, Iza. Taking her mothers place, Ayla becomes medicine woman of a clan which disapproves of her. However, in the absence of Iza, Ayla becomes confident
Just reading a book and considering it a good story is a very shallow interpretation of readers. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, is a book of history and lively culture situated, at first, in Afghanistan. By understanding certain points of the topics presented, readers can appreciate the settings and characters of the book at a higher level of understanding.
Afghanistans history has been a road of bumps and ruts that greatly influence the character actions within the book. A good way to describe the history of Afghanistan is chaotic. Afghanistan has been ruled by many nations, including the Greeks, the Persi
+Heart of Darkness Essay+ by ForgottenWind, literature
Literature
+Heart of Darkness Essay+
Marlow, the protagonist from Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad, struggles internally with himself as he enters the savage jungles of the Congo. For Marlow, the journey is an awakening to the darkness within the human heart as the jungles clutches and tears at the restraint and mentality of civilized men. Marlow begins as an adventuress young man, naive and full of spirit. His outlook on mankind changes considerably after his trek through the dark jungle. Conrad uses many techniques, among them diction, characterization, and imagery, in order to depict Marlows inner growth throughout his journey into the heart of darkness.
As a young
Piggy, Piggy
Oh run little Piggy
And tell upon our wickedness.
Run and sit upon your piggy throne.
Sticks and Stones, Sticks and Stones.
Four-eyes, Four-eyes
Can you see us?
Well see if you can, yes see
If you can walk without them, all alone.
Sticks and stones, Sticks and Stones.
Stupid, Stupid
Stand like a dunce
So that we may laugh
Yes, so that we may laugh and laugh at your stupid tone.
Sticks and Stones, Sticks and Stones.
Emo, Emo
Go ahead and cut.
And try to scare us, yes ha!
A call? Their dead? Suicide! Putting down the phone...
Sticks and Stones, Sticks and Stones...
+Opinion: Nuclear Weapons USA by ForgottenWind, literature
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+Opinion: Nuclear Weapons USA
......If you were to place the worlds top ten issues in order from worst to least worst, where would you place Nuclear Weapons? Maybe behind Iran and right before Genocide, with a little world hunger and poverty thrown about somewhere in the middle? If Nuclear Weapons are such a threat to the world, then maybe its about time the world just got rid of them. But theres a problem. The world doesnt always have agreeable sides. Just ask Iran and the United States. At times like these I like to look at what would be the positives of holding a nuclear arsenal in the United States.
......A. It would probably be enough to kee
Trashed Story+ Chapter1 by ForgottenWind, literature
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Trashed Story+ Chapter1
The old, small Victorian style house had sat wasting away on the borders of the city next to the Cascades in Washington. Dirt lay like a heavy fleece blanket over everything. Many windows were shattered or cracked. The pipes for the water and plumbing were rusting and many of them clogged. The bathrooms they were connected to were even worse and because of the houses small size, it couldnt accommodate the historical Victorian baths. She could fit two small females in the master bathroom and feel crowded. The walls were covered in ghastly wall paper and the paint outside was chipping and fading away. Even the porch wood was rotting
Spotted Song_Chapter 1 by ForgottenWind, literature
Literature
Spotted Song_Chapter 1
1829
The forest air hung heavy in mid-summer July. The heat did not seem so terrible, but the humidity could sink into ones skin, skillfully drying them up. The Black Hills raised silent as a new day dawned, and Kajumba turned westward, watching the blue skies turn purple as the light intruded upon night. Shuffling softly in her own way, the young woman turned back to home.
The sparse cabin on the side of an off trail began to take shape among the trees. Trudging through thick wild brush and leaping over fallen trees, Kajumba deftly maneuvered through the national forest. She wondered briefly if Roho was waiting once more for her. H
Shattered Destinies Kap1 by ForgottenWind, literature
Literature
Shattered Destinies Kap1
Shattered Destinies
"Up, up, up!" A Voice interrupted her sleep. "It's time to get to work." Groggily the girl sleeping in the far corner of a wagon got up slowly.
"Ok, ok! I'm up!" She said.
"Breakfast is on the table. After your done eating father wants you to get you magic act going"
"Ok, I'll be there in a minute sis, just let me get some food into my stomach."
"You better hurry then, or father will tan your hide like last time, and that bottom of yours couldn't get any redder." Giggled the tall plump woman, her red curls bouncing around her face. Rillina winced as the memory of the
In the long days ahead she could see the gray ground. Nothing ever seemed to glisten anymore. The white earth shimmered in the sunlight, yet the forest path was muddied and ill-used. The fallen leaves lay bereft upon the ground she treads. Dark shadows haunted ever tree, now naked from autumn's harsh cold and winds. The gray clouds drifted on in silence. She looked up at their beckoning and paused to wonder of their destination. Amid the silence, a flutter of wings could be heard; a screech sounded and the woman flinched at the sound of a dying critter. Her umbrella clasped within her white hands, she trembled and continued onward,
The grayed floors of our schools have never seen such decoration of candy wrappers, gum, and other pieces of junk falling like snow in wintered Chicago from the hands of students. At first such occurrences were only little annoyances, like candy in a few nicks and corners, which I myself took only a glance at. The thoughts of a few students passed by, at some point (as I am assured by other minors of my class), that the janitors could handle these nuisances. Even though I have been guilty of dropping a small candy wrapper here and there, it is positively disgusting to finally realize a true litter bug population problem as to see with on
Pagan gods and goddesses, tribal ancestors, those who worshiped them became known as "fairies" in the tradition of France, Germany, and Britain. The Welsh would even come to recognize them as the Mothers Blessing, and hence forth fairy land became the land of women. In many stories fairies are tiny creatures with wings. Dragonflies? Why not. Butterflies? Sure. However they also hold up a promising myth of magical power and their characteristic style is mainly mischievous. They hold a strong liking for dancing and singing, and in fact there is a myth that goes strongly with such things. If a human can sing or play an instrument more beautiful
In American history one is likely to find an overwhelming amount of history on the natives, such as the Incas and the Aztecs. However there is much more to the Americas than conquering the natives and stealing their bountiful gold and lands. In the deepest back ground lay the smaller people of history. Those who lived on a dare devils tight rope line throughout their days on a ship. American Pirates hold many disastrous deeds and adventures that many people back then knew of but dare not lose civilization by stepping onto one of those ships.
Edward Teach, a name that would make one think of a crooked old scholar, had an alias that seemed al
Identity and Unity Effect- HIS by ForgottenWind, literature
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Identity and Unity Effect- HIS
During the mid 1700's, American colonies were on the prestigious road of revolution, breaking off that mother-child boundary, and creating a name for themselves. However, many events unfolded to bring upon this dramatic revolution, including that of extensive Unity and Identity sense amongst all colonists, through all practical and impractical measures of logical sense, rage, and the feeling of liberal challenge.
Most American colonists were brought together against the vile Acts of the British by the eve of the Revolution, to support each other in the growing unity. Many main supporters and critics wondered about the unity of the co
NE vrs. Mother Land - HIS by ForgottenWind, literature
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NE vrs. Mother Land - HIS
Changes in religion, economics, politics, and social structure illustrate this Americanization of the transplanted Europeans. Between the settlement at Jamestown in 1607 and the treaty of Paris in 1763, the most important change that occurred in the colonies was the emergence of a society quite different from that in England.
By 1763, although some colonies still maintained established churches, other colonies had accomplished a vital revolution for religious toleration and separation of church and state. Sitting in church, a psalm hymnal open in palm, and mind completely inanimate, parishioners fell asleep one by one in the pews as 'dead
Julius W. Pratt Article by ForgottenWind, literature
Literature
Julius W. Pratt Article
Of his Article "The Bargain between the South and the West", Julius W. Pratt made his own interpretation of the war sentiments within the South and the West around the year of 1812. He stayed diligently to this area in the article, repeatedly explaining that he was only describing one of the causes of the war of 1812. His thesis suggested that the British inciting the Indians and the ambitions of the South by their only concern of absorbing Canada had been one such cause of the 1812 war.
In the West of America, the British were believed to have excited the Indians of Tecumseh's confederacy and to have given them the supplies and tr
' A students solution' by ForgottenWind, literature
Literature
' A students solution'
In some ways students can be a 'worst case' scenario for teachers as the individual. That students, themselves, are the bug on the windshield; that students hamper their own education that students create an atmosphere which hinders the brain from expanding beyond the size of an ant. However, the 'ideal situation' for students of the athletic build and hidden sly talents, is to take the fun of a 50-year-old wrinkled, grandmother and feel threatened by her awesome powers of multiplying three by three.
This estranged classroom has felt this powerful devil woman spread her powers of eights and complementary numbers over their tiny minds for t
Leon F. Litwack, an American historian and professor of history at the University of California at Berkeley, wrote upon the treatment of blacks after the Reconstruction era of the Civil War. His thesis in "White Folks: Acts" was to prove that as the Black Codes died out, what replaced them was not racial integration, but codes of exclusion and discrimination.
Litwack includes many quotes from Black Americans of the early segregation laws, including a black woman new to the laws. She was not allowed to sit at the front of the street car, and there was a separate black elevator that she was required to use. While the Black codes and other p
The grayed floors of our schools have never seen such decoration of candy wrappers, gum, and other pieces of junk falling like snow in wintered Chicago from the hands of students. At first such occurrences were only little annoyances, like candy in a few nicks and corners, which I myself took only a glance at. The thoughts of a few students passed by, at some point (as I am assured by other minors of my class), that the janitors could handle these nuisances. Even though I have been guilty of dropping a small candy wrapper here and there, it is positively disgusting to finally realize a true litter bug population problem as to see with on
In the long days ahead she could see the gray ground. Nothing ever seemed to glisten anymore. The white earth shimmered in the sunlight, yet the forest path was muddied and ill-used. The fallen leaves lay bereft upon the ground she treads. Dark shadows haunted ever tree, now naked from autumn's harsh cold and winds. The gray clouds drifted on in silence. She looked up at their beckoning and paused to wonder of their destination. Amid the silence, a flutter of wings could be heard; a screech sounded and the woman flinched at the sound of a dying critter. Her umbrella clasped within her white hands, she trembled and continued onward,
Shattered Destinies Kap1 by ForgottenWind, literature
Literature
Shattered Destinies Kap1
Shattered Destinies
"Up, up, up!" A Voice interrupted her sleep. "It's time to get to work." Groggily the girl sleeping in the far corner of a wagon got up slowly.
"Ok, ok! I'm up!" She said.
"Breakfast is on the table. After your done eating father wants you to get you magic act going"
"Ok, I'll be there in a minute sis, just let me get some food into my stomach."
"You better hurry then, or father will tan your hide like last time, and that bottom of yours couldn't get any redder." Giggled the tall plump woman, her red curls bouncing around her face. Rillina winced as the memory of the
Birds fly, Grass grows,
The sun shines,
And baby I love you.
Oceans churn with azure hues and somewhere
Deep within the blue there lies a land where
Jellyfish are kings of all they see. They
Swim in perfect harmony, content
To live their lives, dancing
With each other in the
Moonlight till
The dawn.
That is the land Ive come to imagine
Every time youre gone.
Those perfect blue, translucent creatures,
Remind me of your love.
And as birds will always take to skies
While grass shall always grow,
The sun shall always shine above
And I will always love you.
Satire
By Erin Mudry
Cindy looked amidst the crowd of pink & baby blue mini skirts mixed with pastel tank tops, handbags, glossy streaked hair and spotted Ashley, her cousin. Cindy approached her with a scream and a hug. "Ahhhh! Ehmahgod! You look fab! I can't believe it's you!" Cindy screeched at her cousin excitedly. Ashley returned her greeting mutually,
"Heyyy! What's up cuz? Imagine seeing you here. What brings you to the mall today?"
"I was buying my "November wardrobe" All my October clothes are so outdated…"
"Tell me about it, like, imagine wearing past it's best before date… it's so gross!"
"Yeah, like this girl at my scho
The roads are full of filth
the city's air is polluted with smog
the world is full of waste and poverty
A modest prospal
of Johnny Swift
said to satirically eat children to solve poverty
yet the world is yet to be countermanded
we need to stick together
the nation has its negatve ides
the democrates and the republicans
and even the independents
no one is purely honest anymore
Sever ties! Leave the past and its scornful lies, manic tries
To bring you down. That frown: wipe it asunder with words
Like thunder; crashing, booming, hollowing the bones, no longer
Following the frail dreams of yesterday. Don't fester, fail, submit
So easily to their schemes. Cast down the cloak upon your weary
Shoulders and lament of yours that has fallen, fell, and gone.
Forget your fears! The torment in your tears hisses softly.
The whisper eats my ear, greets me sullenly. Savagely.
Verbal jaws with flashing fangs, hatred pangs, dirges sang.
Sung like diamond flaws in the dim, dull rays of the moon.
It's soon I'll soothe
In the long days ahead she could see the gray ground. Nothing ever seemed to glisten anymore. The white earth shimmered in the sunlight, yet the forest path was muddied and ill-used. The fallen leaves lay bereft upon the ground she treads. Dark shadows haunted ever tree, now naked from autumn's harsh cold and winds. The gray clouds drifted on in silence. She looked up at their beckoning and paused to wonder of their destination. Amid the silence, a flutter of wings could be heard; a screech sounded and the woman flinched at the sound of a dying critter. Her umbrella clasped within her white hands, she trembled and continued onward,
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