The story started when one night I snuck out of my house to go to a party, as a result, that night I slept over at a friend’s house and found a ride home the next morning. When the car pulled into the driveway the morning after, I thanked the driver and walked up to my front porch with a sly smile to greet my obviously frustrated parents. As my mom ushered me to sit down on one of the chairs on our front porch, I know that nothing good is going to…
Big World is a short story written by West Australian, Tim Winton, in 2004. Set in 1975, it follows the unlikely pairing of Biggie Boston and the narrator who are escaping their country town ‘Angelus’ after failing exams. ‘Big World’ is an outstanding piece of writing as it is able to comment on power between social classes in society through an adventurous story. Through colloquial language and tone, the author has revealed the devious nature behind society and has suggested that power is all about influence and categorisation.…
I sat in my room for a long while weeping before I heard a familiar noise outside. I rushed to the door peering out just before I saw that same angry girl jumping into my flower bed destroying my flowers. I felt that all the happiness I had ever had was being sucked out of me with every stomp that girl was taking on my marigolds. By the time I got to my flowers they were all gone. I couldn't even find it in me to yell at her stood there in astonishment and a wave of sadness washed over me. It was almost as if my whole life was taken away from me from this careless little girl who was only thinking of herself. I wanted to scream I but I just couldnt. I felt tears forming in my eyes, I forgot the girl was there before I heard her scarce and quivered voice, “M-miss Lottie!” she had said before she hurried to her feet. Her eyes were swollen as she looked up into my sad and weary eyes. I stood there for a moment before I turned away and went inside to my room. I thought to myself, this is a dream I will wake up in a little bit and my flowers will be there when I wake up, but in the back of my mind I knew they were…
I fell asleep on her lap that night she also fell asleep on the couch that night and in the morning mom was making breakfast. She made french toast and sausage links which is my favorite breakfast combination. I ate it and my mom said, “ everything is going to be okay don't worry about Doodle’s death it was an accident”. I didn't say anything i just sat there thinking about what she said. All I thought was everthing is not going to be okay i just wanted to kill myself and Doodle come back. When I got done thinking about Doodle I went outside and I played football with my dad because he wanted to make me feel…
1. What is the very 1st indication that Brave New World is a futuristic novel? The very 1st indication is when it mentions the hatchery.…
We chatted about our adventures while we went to their destination telling my story about getting in trouble with a bear. When we got to the cave we took a picture. Then they asked me if I wanted to go to a Scooby doo party I said yes, so they gave me directions for the party. Then we parted. I headed to the big drop it was a ten minute walk when I arrived there was a big s-log it was cool so I stopped to take a picture and I moved on then there was a small ledge that I needed to climb off of there was a boulder that I needed to step on to get over the ledge the boulder was sturdy so I grabed on the boulder to help me get down the suddenly the boulder came loose and me and the boulder fell i landed on the ground fine but the boulder was falling and it was so fast for me to do anything all that I did was put my hands over my head so I could push it away but then slam I yelled oww! Then everything froze I saw my arm crushed between the boulder and the canyon wall. I stared at it, I was shocked. I tried to lift it with my left hand but it wouldn’t budge so I tried slamming into it with my shoulder didn’t work but I kept lifting and slamming into it anyway because this was the only chance I got to move the boulder with brute force because of…
I was a young, black girl name Sylvia i was raised in Harlem. Everything was fine growing up in Harlem, but something was wrong with everyone else; but Sugar and I were the “ only ones just right”. Suddenly a lady moved on our block with nappy hair and proper speech and no makeup, I would laugh at , her but then again, I would laugh at, everyone especially the junk man who went to his business like her was some big time president. I would think i knew everything and had all the answers and no one could teach me anything that I didn’t know. I hated her though; Miss Moore, she was the only woman in the neighborhood that had only a “ Miss” and a “Moore” but no first name. She has cept for feets, which were fish white and spooky. The field trip…
The next morning I woke up and my dad and my mom both were both not around. I went upstairs my mom was sizzling bacon on a pan I ask my mom “Wheres dad?” She replied “He went to go get the thanksgiving meal for tonight.” I sat down on the couch and got my dad's computer and a blanket and started to watch a movie. Later, my dad called my mom. They talked for a minutes we looked out the window, I saw my dad outside in his car stuck in the snow, my mom went outside to try to help him but she couldn't do anything. Then after a couple of hours the neighbors came and snowplowed the driveway for my dad to come up.…
Is there such thing as a world in the future where sexual interaction is the closest aspect of a community? Is it true that the people in this society are unable to choose what they want, due to the fact that they are genetically controlled of who they are? Or to eliminate someone’s sadness by just taking one drop of a drug can automatically make them feel better? Welcome to Brave New World. The motto of Brave New World consists of three words; community, identity, stability. These words create and conditions new human life in a civilized society that presents a dystopian view of the future. The word community is based on all the different castes of diverse people “working together” to become happier within each other. Identity is based on how the people in this society are supposed to be with themselves. Lastly, stability is achieved. Or is it?…
‘‘The overalls of the workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-coloured rubber. The light was frozen, dead, a ghost. Only from the yellow barrels of the microscopes did it borrow a certain rich and living substance, lying along the polished tubes like butter, streak after luscious streak in long recession down the work tables’’ (Huxley 8).…
The Loss of Individuality The peak of a writer's career should exhibit their most profound works of literature. In the case of Aldous Huxley, Brave New World is by far his most renowned novel. Aldous Huxley is a European-born writer who, in the midst of his career, moved to the United States and settled in California. While in California, he began to have visions aided by his usage of hallucinatory drugs. His visions were of a utopian society surviving here on earth. In his literature, Huxley wanted to make this utopian society as much a reality as possible. "In framing an ideal we may assume what we wish, but should avoid impossibilities." This quote, written by Aristotle, perfectly describes Huxley's attitude towards the creation of his imaginary utopia. His only problem was establishing a value system that would not seem too unattainable. Huxley has two novels that have the theme of utopia, Brave New World and Island. Brave New World , which was written before Island , has ideas that are quite far-fetched, but in Huxley's eyes, still close to reality. Huxley's first portrait of utopia involves having a controlled society of people all being alike. The year is A.F. 632 (After Ford; Ford is the equivalent to God in Brave New World ) and with the available technology, citizens are mass produced. Island is a product of the rethinking of Huxley's utopia. The ideas are a lot more real because the people are just ordinary human beings. Both of these novels have an underlying theme in common. The stability of Huxley's utopian societies are centered around the loss of individualism. Individuals are considered a threat in Huxley's utopian novels. In the novel Island, the utopian society is on a small island, named Pala. The leader of the utopian society, Murugan, is an individual apart from the community. His plans are to modernize and charge the way the people of Pala live. The reason he has thoughts that are different from the rest of the community is that he…
It was a cold morning on the 20 of December, that morning I woke up sleepy as a sloth. I didn’t have school that day and from my room I could smell the beans been cocked. The atmosphere at home didn’t feel right, I felt like if there was something going on and I was the only one that didn’t know. My mom and sister looked suspicious. My house was small, it had two bedrooms and one bathroom. My sister got on her blue BMX bike and went out, I didn’t know where she was going but she went faster than a missile. Out of nowhere people started coming, more and more people, I counted 27 people including an 8 years old buy that fall asleep as soon as he got to my house. I was freak out and ran to my mom and I ask her, mom what’s going on who are these people, and she told me, my love we are going to America.…
Everyone would agree that today’s youth is a little backwards, but let’s go farther than that. Looking at society as a whole, today's world is much worse than what it should be. There is a huge lack of empathy and too much sensitivity; the amount of close-minded people on this earth is crippling; major masses of judgemental people are dragging everyone down. There are many more issues, but that short list is big enough in it’s own way. Very few things would stay the same in the new world; it needs a lot of remodeling.…
Brave New World contains many archetypes in many different characters. Archetypes are an idea that Carl Jung, a well-known psychologist, came up with. Archetypes are the type of person you are and it comes from you unconscious. You can be several archetypes and they can change many times. But to talk about all of them would take to long, so I am going to focus on two specific archetypes the orphan and the seeker.…
“Well come inside,” I said as I opened the front door. They all hurried in as quickly as possible to the warmth of my house. They all sat down thanking me for my kind deed. I told them, “Dinner will be ready to eat at ten.” It was 9:24 p.m. at the time. I went into the kitchen to get the chicken breasts ready to be eaten. As I was making the food, I heard a loud noise in the other room. I quickly ran into the other room to see what has happened. In the other room, one of the kids had knocked over one of my decorative vases. I asked, “What happened?” I watched as both of the kids stood and pointed towards each other. The father came in and looked at the damage. “I am so sorry,” he said, “I don’t know what has gotten into them.”The father helped me pick up the pieces and throw them away. After that, I walked back into the kitchen to finish the chicken. It was now 9:55 and I called for them…