Persuasive Essay

Her lips formed strange and unusual sounds, her eyes closed softly and her cheeks paled. From her side belt she withdrew a small knife, a dagger. With a quick movement she cut her left hand with the dagger. As the drops of blood hit the cold marble floor the knife also clattered to the ground. The girl remained speaking her foreign tongue and let her life's blood run down her outstretched arm.

Having escaped rule from a tyrannical British government, the United States was founded on ideals of freedom and equality for all people. These fantasies of universal egalitarianism turned out to be merely that: fantasies. American history is full of stories of the oppressed struggling to get the rights they deserve and of the controversy over these issues that consequently ensues. “The Hypocrisy of American Slavery” by Frederick Douglass and “We Shall Overcome” by Lyndon B. Johnson are two speeches made confronting two of these issues. Douglass’s speech, delivered in 1852, condemns the institution of slavery and maintains that slaves are men and are therefore entitled to freedom. Johnson’s speech, on the other hand, was written in 1965 and discussed the civil rights movement. In it, he implored local governments to allow all American citizens, regardless of race, to vote. Despite the significant gap in time between these two addresses, both speakers use similar persuasive techniques, including ethos, pathos, and parallelism, to convince their audience that change needs to be implemented in America.

She stood hesitantly in the darkness of the roofed entrance, with the luminous thought of freedom taking over her mind. A ragged dress and a working apron on top completed the woman’s attire, and on her head lay a multi-colored headpiece. After many years of harsh work, she was apt to leave. She had the desire, she had the plan, and she had the courage. All she needed to do was take the first step.

I watch in horror, of the act I’ve committed. My dear friend falls, as my blade pulls out of her body, blood gushes out like a waterfall, she collapses to the ground, her face express’ the overwhelming terror that had befallen her. She covers her wound in a failed attempted to stop the bleeding. the blood manages to surpass her hand and begins to travel downward. she lifts her hand, realizing it was hopeless to think she’d live, as she looked upon her shaking hand, that had turned the color of crimson.

I stood up for a moment, meeting her eyes with mine. I stood paused with my head hung low, trying to figure out a way of saying it. I let out a quick breath of air as I glided down the wall and sat down. "Nothing," I whispered. "Go back to sleep while you can." I could see her tremble as she pulled the rotten cloth over her head and turn to her side, ignoring the smell and compelling herself to fall asleep. I forced my head into my hands and begged myself quietly not to weep. Makenna knew exactly what was happening in the courtyard, I couldn't cover up the stench of smoldering flesh and wood. "Perhaps you should too Shae." Her voice

When she was finished, she knew what she had done had been awful. She stood up, did her curtsey, and slowly walked back to her seat. She tried not to cry as she felt every eye in the room fixed upon her, and as she endured the pain from some of the negative comments some people sitting

It was almost midnight when he tossed a log on the fire and excused himself to turn in. Lauren made herself comfortable on the cot, but she was afraid to sleep. The tears flowed then, a sad sense of loss and frustration.

“Richard I hate to ask to do this, but could you please drive your sword threw my heart so I can see if the spell worked,” Cynthia politely asked. Richard unsure if he should do as his sister asked didn't move for a second, but even he did as he was told. When Cynthia fell to the ground tears began to form in Richard's eyes and he sat down beside what he believed to be his sister's corpse. “Cynthia how could you be so foolish I should have convinced you to stay away from the magic the moment you became interested in it please forgive me,” Richard shouted. Richard pulled his sword out of his sister's chest and he threw the weapon across the room. Richard lifted the corpse his tears falling onto Cynthia's face that was still warm as if she

“Because there are spies in my father's court. I have to do something or they'll overthrow him someday.”

"Sophia, You know that it's dangerous to have her here. She's running from her mate, and I gurantee that her mate wants her back. I just do not want to have an unwanted war on our hands." he finished and she nodded. She understood what he was saying, as did I. I knew that I was causing them a lot of trouble by being here.

“I know, but we all believe that there should be rules to frame this country of ours, and He doesn’t. We just have to stay away from Him and His men.”

By this time, she walked far enough to catch a short break. “Whew!” She bent down and had her hands on her knees to sigh. “Well that was a close one.” She stood back up and stretched her arms far and back to herself because it was still

The flames swayed as they filtered through the stale air. Ashemeel stomped down the stairs leading to the dungeon. He lighted each dusty lantern as he walked down the stone steps, illuminating a row of torture chambers. Placing his torch into the sconce, the shape of the woman became clear. The cold and hard iron left their purple-blue marks. She rubbed and scratched her wrists and ankles. Blood soaking through the scabs under her shackles. The enchanter looked at the older woman’s face. He saw her white hair curled up, and gentle look she espoused. He entered. She scuttled back until she felt the ruff stones at her back. She saw his face.

“You can keep your reasons to yourself. Now what can you do for me? This is far from something that is normally done.”

“This is it, Lili.” He smiled warmly and motioned around them. His chains kept his hands close to the floor. The dull, metallic sound and the power that came with it echoed again in her head. It made it hard to think. The chains seemed to be bidding her to flee from their prisoner. Run! they whispered, no good can come from staying. Flee. Now. She wished he would stop moving. “This is why I’ve been on your heels all these centuries. For this meeting, now. I’ve - I’ve been waiting longer than you could imagine.”