Beowulf Writing Assignment Analysis

Liam Johnson - Beowulf Writing Assignment

August, the most scorching of all months (epithet), was just around the corner. The middle dog days of summer approaching ever faster. The road of the Johnson’s, the most prestigious of all the families (epithet), which they had previously called Lynn Drive, is where I lived. Now desolate and overheated, the neighbors prepared once again for another August, in which this neighborhood would be terrorized by the relentless monster. It was my duty to defeat this wretched creature before the end of summer. My three previous attempts to defeat this monster were unsuccessful, and I suffered contusions and lacerations from these battles. Life-liquid (kenning) was dried on my skin I took a look in the mirror at myself, disgusted with the lack of courage and failure inscribed on my face. I left that mirror, ready to muster my courage against my menace once more. (Alliteration)
The dream-crusher (kenning) directly in my path. I sat there, trying to come up with the courage to confront (Alliteration) this object, but alas it was to no avail. I was a desolate coward unable to defeat the enemy. Every battle seemed like a battle against an unstoppable force. I felt like Christ going into battle against sin. Once again I went into battle. I climbed on top of the monster. The monster, the cruelest of the steel machines (epithet), mocked me, thrashing me around as I attempted to maintain a balanced grip on its back. Its metal handles gripped my wrists. The monster seemed to grow teeth, as my legs felt as though they were being ripped apart by a shark’s jaw. I tried to maintain balance and regain control against it. However, this was no use, because the monster had once again thrown me to the ground. Bruised and defenseless, I sauntered away crying into my battle scarred