Richard's Journey: A Fictional Narrative

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.

Human desire for affluence over the course of modern history has proven to be a driving force in the detriment of the natural world, demonstrating the apathetic outlook humans have towards our . Richard Louv’s Last Child argument describes the loosening of interest in our current generation; it has built a wall that one day may cut our ropes from earthly surroundings. Although this passage was written with incontrovertible accuracy about humans in the present, the author’s bias outlook, which reflects in the tone of his writing,makes this piece undeniably one sided, which not only takes credibility away from the author’s argument, but also creates this controversial idea of modern technology serving as an unhealthy focus in today’s society that only distracts humans away from the environment.

A hero’s quest is a destined step by step process for many characters in a heroic quest.

The setting of this story is very dark, mysterious, and haunting and through the detailed descriptions of the setting, the horrific mood of the story is created. There are several vivid descriptions that the author, Richard Connell, makes of the setting. The story starts off on a damp, dark, soundless, and moonless tropical night. The night is described as being so dark that “it was like trying to see through a blanket.” The Caribbean Sea is described as being “blood-warm”. The island, which Rainsford swims to and occupies for the duration of the story, is an isolated “God-forsaken place”. On the island, Rainsford discovers a patch of weeds stained crimson – meaning blood. When Rainsford comes across the chateau on the island, the sea is described

“I don’t know Richard!” his mother yelled, finally fighting back. “I don’t know, but I cannot live with that wretched girl for a day longer!”

tears flowing down he pick his son " I am sorry... I'm your Father I am going to remove this dagger from your body so you can sleep well my son I will not let your body disappear into Glitter Ashes I will froze you my son (his son has turned cold and he put his son in a beautiful magic see through coffin) he mourn for his son's death all Addicate Kingdom feels the darkness surrounded them. The whole Kingdom were mourning. Neighbouring countried hear a scarrying crying coming from the Addicate Kingdom.

I just want to make sure your school can drop him at St Louis airport and needs to help him check in.

On April 3, 2018, I received a called from Ms. Judi from Jim Herrings office to let me know that I had a 2:30pm meeting with Mr. Herring. Once I arrive down stairs Mr. Herring was in unexpected meeting with the Mayor. I was then told I could go in Mr. Jim office since the Mayor left at 2:41pm. Once in his office I was joined with Ms. Pamacheche, and Chief of Staff Davison. During the meeting we were talking about my timesheet and why I will only get paid for 48 hours when I was approved of administrative leave for the following dates of March 21-25, 2018. I sent Mr. Davison the email on March 20, 2018, and I received and approval email from Mr. Davison that evening.

She simply nodded back, smiling tightly and hoping her brown hair would fall into her eyes thus hiding her face but it was pinned back. She mentally kicked herself for pinning her bangs back this morning. “So what do you have?” His older brother asked. “Honestly, it's kinda strange. The girl was drained of blood then dumped behind a dumpster.” She looked up at him and only him. “So vamp?” He asked in a quiet tone. She shook her head at his question and received a quizzical look in return. “There’s no bite mark so I’m assuming it was a Djinn.” “But why would a Djinn dump the body?” The younger one jumped in. Her heart stopped for a moment. She didn’t expect him to speak to her, she hoped that they’d never really speak to one another. It hurt just being in his presence much less having him actually speak to her. She shrugged, not trusting herself to actually speak to him. “Are you sure it's a Djinn?” The older of the two asked me. “If you have a better suggestion, please, do tell.” She had snapped at him. He didn’t flinch or even look upset by her comment but gave her a sympathetic look. She let out a sigh before

She whipped her eyes towards him, but suddenly lurched and fell to the ground. The world slowed, she felt something warm and sticky pool around her. She had managed to turn her head in his direction, only then seeing the enemy army that had caught up with them. One knight savaged her son with his sword and then discarded his body. She tried to reach him, but a spear protruding from her back weighed her down. Then she saw us again, watched as the way the enemy avoided us . She felt cold, knowing her time had come , she looked right in my eyes as her life thread was cut. The end frayed as her body slumped to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was one insignificant life that we had

When I became a god my sin beckoned. I walked tightropes on mutilated vertebrae, gambled my life with blind echoes. I saw my body outside myself, above myself. My soul was severed from the cities within.

Goaded by the interference into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain” (11), states the narrator. His wife was surely dead according to the

The Journey is one of the Archetypes that I have chosen as a key issue for my analysis. In my understanding, The Journey is a quest that leads the character into self-realisation. By that I mean the character is on a journey to find his identity or his purpose. This key concept can be used to analyse the entire short story as the story portrays the journey of the protagonist rediscovering his life after losing one of the most important of all the human senses, sight. “It’s strange how things are on the other side of death.

Jacob should not involve himself with sexually explicit material in the form of movies, videos, magazines, books, telephone sex lines or computer sex.

“My name,” she repeated, this time more steadily, “is Elizabeth .” My Father’s expression changed drastically, now the face that was once a little annoyed, began to morph to pure anger. All these years no one ever talked back to my Father, not once has anyone ever said anything against him. Time slowed down as he began to raise an arm to discipline my Ma, but bit his lip in regret and retreated to the couch across the room. Everyone froze in the silence. Nobody in this household would ever hit a lady, especially someone who does as much for us as my Ma. He was such a nice man, so handsome and helpful, why would he even think about hitting my Ma? I watched as he slouched into the crevice that's been created in