Narrative Essay On Jane Eyre

Opinion Question: What do you think of Mrs. Reed at the end of her life? Did she deserve the death that she got? As a reader, did you feel any sympathy towards her in the

……... and they were upon her. I tried to stop them but I was too late Tessie was gone. I saw the crowd back up I had a foul taste in my mouth, the trees grew quiet there was the smell of blood .

“Writers often highlight the values of a culture or a society by using characters who are alienated from that culture or society because of gender, race, or creed.

'Hello! Anyone? Can you hear me? Bloody hell!' Spittle soared from Charlie Winton's mouth as he swore into the inky chamber around him. A sticky sweat dampened his armpits and broke out in tiny beads along his forehead. His breath caught in his throat as he strained to hear, desperate for any sound to break the silence that threatened to smother him. Time crept along, each laborious moment stretched like a taut rubber band ready to burst. Pebbles of loose scree and razor sharp chunks of newly broken coal stabbed painfully into Charlie's abdomen and chest, raising bright red welts, as he edged his way closer to the gaping hole before him. Faint light from his headlamp showed piles of dust and coal flakes, broken timber and layers of thick,

Charlotte Bronte’s novel “Jane Eyre” is about a young girl who is coming of age and facing the struggles of social class and religious aspects. Throughout her entire journey of life Jane never gives up on what she truly wants. Why does Jane never give up on finding her true faith and life all together, even through all the obstacles she faces in life? Jane faces challenges and/or obstacles such as religious beliefs, love, and social class.

Screams echoed down the halls from the brass lined wooden door that lead to the dungeons. The screams had become a regular occurrence ever since the recent pop-up attacks from the Baikalsk army. Sometimes rouge attackers would find their way into the kingdom but they would soon be captured by the guards and then interrogated by the Lady Katherine herself.

All The Single Ladies Queen B (a.k.a Beyonce) once quoted, “We need to reshape our own perception of how we view ourselves. We have to step up as women and take the lead.” Beyonce is a strong successful woman who is known for her songwriting, singing , dancing etc. Women all over the world look up to her and get drunk in love because of the empowering effects she has on everyone. In this statement, she explains how women should do what they are capable of.

She had been pushing through the throes of warring people, desperate to reach that concrete castle on the hill. The smell of blood had boiled in her nose, hot and steamy in the cold night, dark

Silence spread like a whirlwind as they gazed upon their approaching foe. There was no sound as their arduous fear began to engulf them, it moved swiftly and soundlessly among every rank. Feet nervously shuffled on the solid dirt

It’s gone, the escape ship. My last chance at getting home slips away from my finger tips, every breath I take the closer it gets to getting home where where I’m supposed to be. Mia turned away from the air tight window, and let her heavy body fall to floor. You know the feeling of ‘“a punch in the gut?” Thats exactly how Mia was feeling right now. Except it wasn’t her her gut, it was like a fast moving bruse encasing her entire body. Her limbs turning numb, her head shaking further and further into her body. Her head drooped and Mia Mia felt the hot wars begin to flow down to her face, burning the cuts that had ravaged her face. She didn’t to think about that thing stepping on one foot on the earth she

The major criticisms of the novel in question to be the melodrama used by the author and the wickedness of character shown in Jane and Mr. Rochester. While most critics admired the style of writing and truth of character portrayal, they did not admire the improbability of circumstances or the characters portrayed.

Sophia’s mother’s grip tightened around her small body as the rotting floorboards above creaked under the pressure of solid combat boots. Quaking with fear her mother knew that they had no chance. Two worn hands gently held her lifeless cheeks, as her mother, consumed by terror and love, kissed her forehead and placed her in a dark corner. With the small beams of light that slithered their way through the cracks, the confused little girl saw tears streaming down her mama’s pale face. The haunting sound of boots stomping with pride ceased as they stood above them like animals callously hunting their prey. She raised her quivering finger up to her chapped lips as the piercing sound of gunshots split the silence and a frenzied spray of metal showered down, missing them by inches. The floorboard above was torn up revealing her mama to the monsters. Sophia remembered being frightened when her teacher read a

     Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre is a coming-of-age story about an unconventional woman's development within a society of strict rules and expectations. At pivotal moments in Jane's life, she makes choices which are influenced by her emotions and/or her reason. Through the results of those choices, Jane learns to balance passion and practicality to achieve true happiness.

A feminist is a person whose beliefs and behavior are based on feminism (belief in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes). Jane Eyre is clearly a critique of assumptions about both gender and social class. It contains a strong feminist stance; it speaks to deep, timeless human urges and fears, using the principles of literature to chart the mind?s recesses. Thus, Jane Eyre is an epitome of femininity - a young independent individual steadfast in her morals and has strong Christian virtues, dominant, assertive and principled. That itself is no small feat.

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not