“Mama, Mama,” cried the baby while pointing at the woman. He sat down playing with his dead mother’s hair. They looked like they were murdered. A couple hours later the baby fell asleep on his mother. That night Jonathan could not go anywhere because his foot was tied to one of the Hessian’s foot. He quietly untied the rope from his foot, went outside, grabbed the baby and headed towards the tavern. While the baby was sleeping on Jonathan’s shoulder, Jonathan walked through the woods in cold harsh weather. Finally he had reached the tavern.…
Coranado was born on September 22,1954. He was born in Salamanca, Spain. His father was a wealthy aristocrat. Even though Coranado had a wealthy upbringing, he had no prospects of inheriting the family fortune. He instead wanted to make it on his own in the new world, which led to his occupation: exploring. Coranado traveled to New Spain in 1535 and enjoyed the support of Antonio de Mendoza, the viceroy of Mexico. He got a position in the Spanish government, and married well also. His newly wed wife, Dona Beatriz, was the daughter of Alonso de Estrada, the colonial treasurer of Mexico. Later on, Coranado rose in rank in the government, receiving an appointment to governorship of Nueva Galicia. Tales of gold and other riches located north…
She dropped to the ground, and he came running up the street toward me. I tried to get against the building, but I was too late. We stood face to face, and for a minute I thought he was going to kill me too, but he gave a kind of moan and ran up the street.”…
“A terrible thought crossed my mind: What if he wanted to be rid of his father? He had left his father growing weaker and, believing that the end was near, had thought by this separation to free himself of a burden that could diminish his own chance for survival.”…
You were already half dead. The Careers were hunting you down like the animalistic monsters they were. Cato was angry at you as you had scored a little higher than him in the tests much to your dismay, that was enough to give you a death sentence. Not to forget the headache you were enduring.…
"I'm going for a walk." The sound of his wife's tear-filled accusations rang in Jarrod Levy's ears as the thirty-five year old Jarrod Levy pulled on a coat, exited into the cold night air, and slammed the front door behind him. Another argument, one of many they'd had in the three months since they'd move across the country for his career, and he'd had to get out of there before his anger and frustration took hold, causing him to say something he'd regret. The words they'd exchanged, ones he knew he'd regret in the morning, had already been enough.…
When William lee reached Goll's drugstore, he was gasping for air and frantic. In his breathless voice lee requested the key to the alarm box that was mounted outside of the drugstore Bruno refused to give it hand it over, insisting that the fire truck had all ready passed. He had no time to ague with Bruno he was concerned about his families safety. He hurried back home he got there just in time.…
(R) Antonio’s thoughts reflect the responsibility which he feels to live up to his mother’s expectations, even amidst the struggles of a desensitizing experience as he witnesses Lupito’s death. He displays a high level of maturity and experience as he thinks not just of the horror of the event, but also of the consequences and repercussions of this death.…
Dalton Trumbo also makes use of simple syntax to characterize the father son relationship in the passage. Through the use of diction and literary devices, Trumbo sheds light on the fact that small, insignificant actions can…
“If you don’t leave I am going to call the police!” Connie strained to keep her voice level but the fear was slowly rising within her. Arnold stepped up to the screen door and leaned close so he could see her inside. “Now we both know that it will take more than 20 minutes for the police to get here and by that time we will be long gone Connie.” Arnold’s tone was no longer jovial or joking, it was deadly serious.…
The father and son search for shelter and food in idle commercial stores and the son encounters many dead bodies and questions whether if they were also going to die. The boy is paralyzed by the adversity and suffering he had faced throughout his ruthless journey with his father. The boy questions their fate. He is implying that he is worried for the future. When the boy woke up from his tranquil sleep, he innocently asked his father if “[they] were going to die” (11). His father retorted, “Sometime but not now” (11). The father bluntly answered the question, knowing that he could not hide the inevitability of death. However, the father insisted that they should strive to stay alive regardless of how poor the circumstances will entail. The father wants to hold on to life delicately, even in the midst of a dangerous and isolated world. The father’s motive to stay alive is to spend time with his son and not to lose hope.…
The lingering light was immersed by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon, purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the whole town. Yet at the corner of the street, the house remained unchanged. Supported only by stilts, its shabby character inconsistent to the grace and elegance of its neighbours. Its door flung open and a large figure emerged under the flickering light juxtaposed by dark shadows, followed by ‘Don’t go Benjamin’. The sentimental tone evident in the melodious voice. But the arrogant figure departed blithely without regard for the tender values. ‘He shouldn’t have done that. Old wounds should never be reopened’, the old man whose eyes adamantly refused to leave the windowpane let out solemnly as though the times which he ran away from, caught up to him.…
Walter Mitty’s life is dreary and monotonous. Because of this, he will leave little to know imprint on the world. With no readily available opportunity to be exciting he must use his imagination to live a life completely opposite to the one he knows. In real life Mitty is a man who allows himself to be controlled by his wife. The simplest demand such as “Remember to get those overshoes while I’m getting my hair done” causes Walter to jump to attention and spend most of his day worrying about things he forgot. Mitty knows that if he does not do what his wife tells him, she will say something along the lines of “‘Where’s the what’s-its name?’ … ‘Don’t tell me you forgot the what’s-its-name?’” and that is the last thing he wants. If his life is going to be dull there is no need for it to also be unpleasant. Walter also knows that “she doesn’t like to get to the hotel first; she would want him to be their waiting for her as usual”. The “as usual” part indicates that not only is his life unexciting it is also mind-numbingly repetitive. To get through a melancholy day Wilson lets ordinary events spark heroic images and dialogue in his imaginative mind.…
It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. I can remember now, with a clarity that makes the nerves in the back of my neck constrict, when New York began for me, but I cannot lay my finger upon the moment it ended, can never cut through the ambiguities and second starts and broken resolves to the exact place on the page where the heroine is no longer as optimistic as she once was. When I first saw New York I was twenty, and it was summertime, and I got off a DC-7 at the old Idlewild temporary terminal in a new dress which had seemed very smart in Sacramento but seemed less smart already, even in the old Idlewild temporary terminal, and the warm air smelled of mildew and some instinct, programmed by all the movies I had ever seen and all the songs I had ever read about New York, informed me that it would never be quite the same again. In fact it never was. Some time later there was a song in the jukeboxes on the Upper East Side that went “but where is the schoolgirl who used to be me,” and if it was late enough at night I used to wonder that. I know now that almost everyone wonders something like that, sooner or later and no matter what he or she is doing, but one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.…
After the shooting of Salvatore Colasberna, Captain Bellodi goes on a mad goose chase to find the cause and culprit of this murder. Throughout this chase, there are grand attempts to conceal the truth and hide what is going on. The reader slowly begins to discover small indications as to the picture of what is going on in this corrupted Sicilian society. Immediately after police officers began investigating, the bus driver, who was right next to the shooting, attempts to mask the truth. When the sergeant-major inquired about how many passengers were on the bus, the driver responded saying, “How should I know…More than five or six though. Maybe more; maybe the bus was full. I never look to see who’s there. I just get into my seat and off we go. The road’s the only thing I look at; that’s what I’m paid for…to look at the road” (Sciascia 11). Instantly after the shooting, the reader is introduced to a little hint that the truth of the shooting may be concealed. The sergeant-major later points out that the bus driver should know the amount of passengers because he tears off the passengers’ tickets. This concealment of truth leads the reader to believe there is an underlying reason…