Essay about Breaking Night

“I became A-7713. From then on, I had no other name.” (42) Elie Wiesel’s Night is about a young Jewish boy and his experiences through the Holocaust in the 1940’s. Any human being should never experience the hell-like terror that Elie had to go through. He is separated from his mother and his sister and is deported to Auschwitz, one of Hitler’s most depressing concentration camps. Wiesel uses night not only as the title but also as a symbol of time, a world without God, and man’s inhumanity to man.

Fredbears family diner was a big hit back in the early 1980s until something tragic happened.

What is going on during the time period of your book? (war, drought, excess of money, prejudices, political unrest, etc.)

Evernight Academy is an exclusive boarding school for the most beautiful, dangerous students of all—vampires. Bianca, born to two vampires, has always been told her destiny is to become one of them. But Bianca fell in love with Lucas—a vampire hunter sworn to destroy her kind. They were torn apart when his true identity was revealed, forcing him to flee the school.

He couldn’t remember exactly when it first started. The first time he lurked and lingered under the confines of eternal darkness. It was all a blur now. Was he born out of it? He was not entirely sure. All he knew then when he first sprung out of the void was remembering the feeling of insatiable hunger. It was a mixture of impulse and the uncontrollable desire to kill.

A steady rain picked up and thunder rumbled in the distance. Ray was curious and wary about the noise, and the animal’s reaction, but the logical scientist part of her told her to check it out. She left the warm glow of the kitchen and walked through the short dark hallway into the spare bedroom that shared the other side of the wall with the living room. Tip and Jack followed her, Jack more slowly on stiff legs into the unused bedroom. Ray flipped the light and then ran her hand over the cool drywall and checked for anything that could have bumped against it, there was nothing, as she suspected. Ray, almost without realizing it, raised her fist and tapped, once, twice three times. Then they waited with bated breath. All of a sudden thunder sounded outside accompanied by a bright flash of lightning. Ray was panicked for a split second, and then relieved. Tip in the event of the thunder and lightning had bolted from the room leaving Ray and Jack befuddled and alone. “whew boy” said Ray bending down to pat Jack’s broad head, “for a second there I almost thought whatever that was was going to knock back.” “Me too,” thought Jack. “Let 's go get a snack Jack, Ray said with resolve, and turned to leave the room. Her and Jack walked to the doorway and flipped the light switch off. Then over the sound of distant rumbling thunder came the dreaded sound of three taps coming from the wall where Ray and her companions had just been standing. The mood in the house after the

The most anticipated nine months had come to pass. It was just days before the new prince was expected to join the World of Men.

At present I sit with Kyllian at a bar in Los Angeles. I drink an iced tea while he drinks a soda. Kyllian flirts with this girl named Adelaide, he only has sex on his mind. Thanks to my Ravana, I can read minds so easily, everyone is like an open book when I look at them. While Kyllian flirts with this girl, I allow my mind to wonder into some of the people around me. The guy covered in tattoos head to toe, sitting diagonal to us, has thoughts of murder on his mind. I discreetly watch him and push further into his mind. He has killed three times in the past two months and tonight will be number four. He likes his victims to be young, helpless females who he can easily lure into his home and strangle them.

There was always a certain amount of risk involved in taking these excursions, and as the stretch Audi A8L crept along the line of similar black cars, the tension within it mounted. Inside her elbow-high gloves her palms were damp from sweat. Her heart beat was in her throat, ticking out a rhythm slightly faster than her cool persona conveyed. And Mallory was fidgeting with his lapel again. His tick annoyed her, it made her more nervous than she needed to be. This wasn’t the first time they’d played this little game.

It’s just a normal day, the sun is high, and so is the heat, the birds are cheerfully chirping, and the air is crisp and fresh. The hotels just happen to be extremely packed with guests, mainly couples, either traveling, looking for a place to cool off, or coming on “official love business”. It’s even worse when you have an enticing name that draws couples, and the occasional single, in like a moth to a flame. The name was super simple, but it still drew quite the crowd. Maybe it wasn’t just the name, the staff there kinda only happened to be girls that were visually attractive, only some of them were intelligently attractive, the rest were just plain dumb and apparently all that really mattered these days were how pretty you are and how

After a boring day at school, I trudged off of the bus and started the long walk home. Exhausted and hungry, I plopped my book bag on the kitchen floor and started to raid the refrigerator. At that moment, I noticed that my mother was talking on the phone, which was not very surprising, but what had caught me off guard was seeing tears in her eyes slowing dripping down her face. I hid behind the door of the fridge and tried to listen to her conversation. From the bits and pieces that I was able to comprehend, I could tell something awful had happened.

The eerie, soft but low wail of the dark figures around me echoed in the swirling wind as I dug my claws into the frozen soil, staring longingly at the distant wooden house, my sharp, pale yellow eyes barely able to see it through the thick sheet of descending snow.

It was a bright sunshiny, Saturday morning. Everyone was up early in the Brook’s household. Tank had agreed to accompany the girls for a picnic in the park. He had spoken of it several times during the week. Ellie hadn’t seen him that excited, over anything, in a long time. Packing the last of the treats in the picnic basket, the girls noticed that Tank had added a few extra items just for them.

The night before his early descent on the small Spanish coastal town, he had slept briefly and poorly, waking up in the middle of his sleep with a headache and foul metallic taste in his mouth; he interpreted as the natural result of the birthday celebration which had gone on till the middle of the night-four hours-prior to his departure. Now, forty-eight minutes past eight: all the people including him exited the plane, picked up their luggage and headed out into the exit for arrivals whilst glancing straight ahead for familiar faces. In his case, he was met with his name written in on a white washboard held by a man in navy blue uniform reserved for the local town police. He was in no hurry to approach the man in uniform, when the sun high in the sky, as to be expected in this period, the heat intensified the ache in his head. As the crowd dispersed to leave with their families, the man in uniform took notice of the odd man out headed his way with a black tattered duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Before I could tell her the hotel was alcohol-free room started to change and shift. I thought I was under attack by a mob of wild dressed people, but they were in place. I then came to and I was standing in the middle of a huge party. I did not know what to do. I asked questions to many of people about where I was and what's going on but the people looked at me with laughter because of the drinks. I started to calm down and a waiter handed me a fancy glass filled to the brim. The same woman came to me singing and dancing. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to a group of people who were talking in an aggressive yet curious way. “He's a bootlegger I tell you,” said one. The other responded “but a man with this much secrecy must have