1. Explain one way in which facilitated diffusion is the same as simple diffusion and one way in which it differs.…
Nicole walked cautiously through the mysterious purple mist, as she walked she noticed the meeting house that was in every village. On the contrary, there was something bizarre about this village, it was foreign to her. Suddenly another peculiar observation hit Nicole, the village was absolutely deserted! In addition,not only that but the area actually looked like a battle scene. She inched closer and closer to the meeting house, suddenly Nicole stumbled and unnervingly she spotted what had made her stumble, it was a book. Nicole thought it was silly that a book was in the middle of this specific place. Out of the blue Nicole had a feeling she was not alone and was being watched by hundreds of eyes. She became extremely petrified and started spinning around, eyeing everything to make sure nothing would hurt her. It was such a strange sight a beautiful loving mother in the center most of a deserted town…
In the article, the appeal of pathos grabs the readers attention first hand. Living in a haunted house as a child was…
The outside was white with bricks showing through suggesting the building had probably been there some time. The lobby was several shades of brown except an out of place brightly multicolored cabinet that was in the corner. I was reminded of old books and newspapers as the lobby seemed to be made out of dust in the best way possible and it smelled like warm cinnamon. A sign on the wall offered apartments and hotel rooms. Despite the wooden vacancy sign hung outside, no one came out to greet us in the fifteen or so minutes we waited. We eventually called it and took off down the road. As we walked farther down Wright street and tried to avoid the small amounts of traffic we came across a few abandoned buildings, a photographer’s dream. Cracks and crevasses ran up and down the walls and vines crept up the sides of the buildings, wound their way through the cracks and and bursting through the windows that had been boarded up with wood that had begun to rot. My curiosity was peaked and it took a lot of self control to not find a way in to further explore the buildings but through the remaining dirty windows I could see a lot of old wood and what looked like trash on the floor. The building on the end was especially peculiar for it had the remnants of some poster that had been hung there once upon a time but now all that’s left are some eyes. They seemed to watch you wherever you went and they reminded me of the eyes of Doctor…
It seemed like I was wandering into a different dimension. My senses were becoming acquainted to new feelings: guttural whispers, excruciating odour, ponderous glass-like air and the cemented, pungent, taste of death! As I opened the door candlelight rose to greet me but who lit them? I was informed that the secluded house I was purchasing has been unoccupied forever.…
Thirsty I made my way towards the kitchen to pour myself a glass of Cranberry Pomegranate juice. Sitting around what’s left of the dining room table one of its hinges obliterated merely three table legs left as a support. A branch from the oak tree near the kitchen window kept tapping against the walls and windows as the wind blows. This branch at night when the murky moonlight blooms against the massive tree meticulously resemble an oversized man with a knife trying to break into the house. I often dreaded coming down the stairs for a cup of water or juice late at night when the lights were off. The terrified image and screeches sound on the window always send me scurrying right back to my room and ducking under the covers trembling for dear…
“Still, our first impressions of the Germans were rather reassuring. The officers were billeted in private homes, even in the homes of Jews. Their attitude toward their hosts was distant, but polite. They never demanded the impossible, made no unpleasant comments, and even smiled occasionally at the mistress of the house.” (5)…
The house is personified in the second paragraph of this story by giving it life like features for example, a big frame and being label an “eyesore among…
I have been awake before dawn at 0645 am all thanks to the scream therapy in the shower, I am washed by the cool air, air which seems that no one is breathing yet. I know where I am suddenly, I am part of this quiet and beautiful town and I am happy. Suddenly, the pure melancholy, first blue of morning begins. The air where one can bathe in. the electric shriek of a train, heels on sidewalks. The first birds. I am part of this town now.…
She crept into the identical flat with utmost curiosity and gazed at a wall. It had the same patterning of wallpaper and even the same picture of a tall, middle-aged man sitting on a chair. Her mind was spinning with all the new questions that had formed inside her, and as she pondered about the many possibilities, she could only conclude to one. She never left her home.…
Edgar Allan Poe’s famously titled work “The Fall of the House of Usher” is a piece of short horror fiction that effectively utilizes symbolism. There are many examples within the text where objects, incidents and imagery are effectively utilized to give meaning to the reader beyond that which is being described. In this essay, I will analyze how the state of the house, the eye-like windows, the collapse of the house, the presence of a tarn that encircles the house as well as the storm enact as symbols within the story to enhance the reader’s experience and understanding of the story.…
In a sudden transition a feeling of evil and darkness devastated this once so beautiful town. The author describes this darkness as a “strange blight,” (578). Death soared over the farm animals and the community. Abrupt deaths occurred among the adults and even young children. The sickness was expanding over the town. The birds of the town fled the place of sickness. The birds that did remain were deteriorating and could not fly. The fruit trees were blooming, but there were no bees for pollination and soon no fruit or food for the people. Everything in the town was lifeless all because of harmful pesticides that spread through the town. After all this sadness of the town falling apart the author presents with a statement indicating this town does not really exist, but in fact everyone of these tragedies has happened somewhere. The author indicates this tragedy may become a reality if we continue to treat our environment with harmful substances.…
Two widely known and influential authors, bell hooks and Toni Morrison, share similar beliefs and themes with regards to the black community. One theme in particular that the two writers emphasize is the representation of blacks in American literature today. hooks feels that African Americans are misrepresented, where Morrison believes that blacks are not represented at all. hooks' evidence of this theme is portrayed primarily in the sexist and racist representations the characters exhibit. Overall, both authors feel that the negative portrayal of the black community needs to stop in order for a better understanding of our national literature.…
It describes an event from a perspective of people who live in one world, but experience a different reality. At the same time, it is also a way to explain something that is unexplainable, such as “Esteban”, who is enormous and the handsomest. In the story, the dead man “Esteban” is an obvious and a huge symbol of magical realism. Indeed, he is just an ordinary man, but because of his appearance and physical features, the villagers all think he knows magic and can transform things. Additionally, this story takes place in an ordinary small and dry village near the sea. The small village consisted of “twenty-odd wooden houses that have stone courtyards with no flowers” (56). Villagers live near the sea; as a result, they cannot plant flowers because of the salty water. However, that's only until the day the handsomest drowned man accidentally reaches the village, which is when everything starts to become extraordinary. At the same time, it is the beginning of a…
I walked through the street where my friends and I once played jump rope. The sight of the many old-fashioned houses caught my attention. I stop as I started at one house with boarded up windows. It looked weather beaten, but the sight of that house painted a mischievous smile on my face because it was the house where I once stole mangoes from my neighour, Uncle Bob.…