The first anti-hero Our story starts in an ancient village a very long time ago there lived a young man by the name of Terito‚ he was given a blessing by an ancient being of great power‚ but there was a price for the power. Terito had to give the being two things for the power. The first thing he had to give the being was his looks for which he was forever scarred on his entire head so he donned a mask. The second item was a gift and a curse he had to give the being all of his memories of
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He stands on line‚ waiting for roll call to be over. He shivers slightly‚ both from cold and from fear. He knows‚ beyond a shadow of doubt‚ that if the guards find his hidden treasure‚ that’s it. His life is over. After all‚ he’s smuggling some contraband into his barracks. And what is this item‚ a treasure to him‚ and contraband to the Germans‚ימ’’ש ? What is this that’s worth his whole life? A potato. Not even a whole one‚ but half of a potato‚ smuggled out of the kitchen. He had risked his life
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opinion‚ and he grudgingly agreed‚ at which point I set upon him with a vengeance. "You claim it is shameful‚" I said‚ "to stand up against the majority when in reality it is just the opposite. Antigone believes her actions to be just‚ so it is nothing short of a requirement for her to support them‚ no matter the unpopularity it may bring." He responded one must obey the law‚ with no special permission or treatment granted to anyone regardless of status (497-99‚ 539-40). "The law must be observed‚" I agreed
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ours for the taking. He was the one person I could talk without being judged. I was definitely the adventurous type and when I would decide it was time for an adventure. I would never forget to have my comrade by my side. PLOT Exposition: This story was some of the best times during the first five years of my life. It took place at the first place I ever called home. There I lived with my aunt‚ my uncle‚ and their child. There was also my mom‚ my brother‚ me‚ and lucky. Most of mine and Lucky’s
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It was like any other day in the cave system I called home. I’d wake up in the pit us "lesser" goblins would be forced to sleep in‚ then I get to listen to our ever so charismatic chieftain scream at us incoherently‚ we would then be treated to the tremendous showing of our "mighty and brave" leader beating the snot out of the closest one of us he could get his hands on. Oh how I hated this prick‚ always keeping us down just because we were a little bit lazy and maybe‚ yeah that one time the sentries
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I’ve got to stop relating you to songs‚ And pictures that I see‚ graffiti on the wall. Although‚ you are a story and a scene that I fall into Headfirst‚ at the speed of light‚ even in the dark. There were no sirens or signs or warnings that my love would go unrequited‚ Just a lie on your tongue and a dance hidden in your eye. You wept on me and faded into the darkness And I was left to watch you go then cry. And all the while I was trying not to get stuck on you. With your cupid’s bow
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with himself. "You don’t live on campus." "Right. We don’t both live on campus‚ so it’s long distance." Cooper rolls his eyes. "You two are both helpless. So‚ you’re at the off-Broadway production...." "Yes." Kurt tries to remember what made-up story he’s telling. "So‚ I had just come out with the rest of the cast at the back of the theater‚ and Blaine thrusts his playbill at me and asks for my autograph. I told him…that…I wasn’t anybody and he didn’t really want my picture. I mean autograph."
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A little girl wandered through the child-filled streets in her fairy costume. Her short dirty blonde hair fell on either side of her rosy cheeks which showed the purest of innocence. Just like every other Halloween night her green eyes sparked with excitement. Her name was Bianca‚ Halloween is the one thing she looked forward to all year round‚ seeing the houses decorated‚ feeling the breeze of fall brushing against her body and the wondrous scent of candy‚ all these things brought joy to her. Every
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Reading the story “The Chase” took me back to an event I feel if I had to judge anything that grossly affected my life this event without a dough takes the cake. Picture this am twelve years old and it is the first day of summer. It is the day my friends and I waited for all winter‚ opening season for swimming. Each day my friends and I took the long anticipated walk to the local swimming area “Lake Sona Vista”. This was the recreation area the black families who lived in Hartsville‚ South Carolina
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Literary Analysis of The Story of an Hour When faced with the loss of a loved one‚ numerous individuals would become troubled and miserable. Some would even think that their life is not worth living for without that special loved one. However‚ in Kate Chopin’s‚ “The Story of an Hour‚” Louise Mallard is a young woman who exemplifies an entirely contrasted response when notified that her husband‚ Brently Mallard‚ died in a tragic accident. Despite the catastrophic information‚ she discovers
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