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Jimmy Whitehorse Analysis

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Epoch It’s confusing to explain about my life. Quite frankly, the capacity of my knowledge is the extent of what I’ve been told, such as my name, Sammy Whitehorse, and all the restrictions and limitations, rules and laws that dictate every moment, every day, and every single second of my life. These lists of commands flash in front of me like paths in a fork in the road presenting the possible plots that can ensue, but I really, seriously, passionately dislike this. The character, Sammy Whitehorse, will raise hell. He will do it, despite his protests, or else the plot can’t progress. It is the Creator who is the master of my fate, the captain of my soul. With an easy brush stroke, my story etches into my fate; with a mindless erase, my life …show more content…

From his grief state, he decides to seek solace in revenge. After all, it is natural instinct for humankind to have malevolent thirst for the blood of their enemies. First, it is the school, which destroyed his heritage and self-respect; how he hates it. Then, it is the evil imperialists, who executed his parents and sister and caused his abject existence. No. Stop. Please, Creator, I beg you. Sammy Whitehorse thinks that he’s the one in power, but he easily forgets that he is the rebellious character. Is the reason for my existence to serve as an antagonist, a dysfunctional maniac full of hatred, a minor character destined to be struck down by the sword of justice? My will tells me to follow my dreams. After all, I am the master of my fate, am I not? Sammy Whitehorse, dressed in an oversized trench coat, stands motionlessly at the front steps of the building. His hands are in his pocket, his fingers at the trigger. His horrifying thought of the morbid consequences sojourns in him like a laughing devil. No, I must not. He’s being tentative; what a foolish boy, he’s being indecisive, again. His fingers waver uncontrollably as they shift on the trigger. I won’t. I can’t. I must not. There is no trigger. Yes there is. On.

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