The street, in which he was standing, was deserted. The terrified storekeepers were watching through the doors of their stores. All of them had abandoned Clemens unwillingly, as soon as Eutychus and his thugs arrived. Suddenly the sacred car, which Clemens was accustomed to petting, came out from the temple. It headed straight for Clemens.
English Monologue Opening my eyes for the first time colour came flooding in. There standing above me glancing down, was my father, Victor ‘The creator’. Before I could reach out for the touch of his warm skin he fled and I was abandoned. No loving words or affection, just a cold echoing ‘BANG’ from the lab door, it was as if he had shut me out of his life forever. I opened the door to see him tossing and turning in his sleep, but upon entering he woke with a tear jerking scream and ran away.
Crammed tightly into train cars in the cold, without any food or water, the journey to the camp and demoralization of Levi and his fellow Jews began. Once they arrived at the camp the attempt to transformed Jews into beasts continued as the Jews were stripped of all their clothes and personal effects. The distrusting conditions of their bathroom facilities became a constant method to break the will of the prisoners to upkeep their personal hygiene. The machine left the bathroom in horrid conditions. “The washroom is far from attractive.
* In the reading Bryce has used speaking in generalities to express his emotions “I’m not feeling much of anything” He uses this to express how he is feeling towards not being able to find another job. He has applied, done some interviews and nothing has helped to find another job. 3. Identify and explain at least two examples of irrational beliefs that Bryce holds. * ”The bottom line is, no one wants me.” * ”I’ve just felt too hopeless to talk to anyone.
McLaren Divvying A home that echoes five lifetimes is sequentially hollowed. Bulky, anonymous men and their trolleys bare walls and reveal tabs of pristine carpet. Dust takes flight in panic; unprepared and entirely disorientated as its empire is dismantled. On to unfamiliar ledges, lintels and landings it settles in surrender. Lint, litter and lost things rest in intermittent rows along the skirting – the secret stashes of now removed side boards and book cases.
18 March 2012 WALL-E We see from the very beginning that WALL-E (there is even a BNL LOGO on WALL-E's chest plate) has been dejected and left isolated on a repugnant planet. “WALL-E's old treads are threadbare.” “Practically falling apart.” (Stanton, A., and P. Docter. "WALL-E." Transcript p.2) His emotions showed through of being lonesome. Yet, he seemed to be contented with his state of affairs, of cleaning earth and building his masterpiece out of the rubble. As the movie opens we see the Earth covered in dust, filth, and wreckage, yet we see a 700-year-old WALL-E robot that was making something picturesque out of its obnoxiousness.
Sorry, I fell to sleep. I was awoken by a harsh, blinding, flash light running under my door. The urge to pee was so strong; I slid my legs out of the bed, all is eerily quiet on the wing. It wasn’t pee my waters had burst, like the Hoover Dam. I screamed but no one came.
The black and white colors mean that everything seems to crumble around the children. It stays grim, lonely, and everything seems hopeless. They see Old Misery’s house as happiness, colorful, lively, and what they want. Before they destroyed the house, it was colorful but as Kolin describes, “Gray is an appropriate color for emptiness.” The house has nothing left inside the outer walls so it is now empty or “gray.” The nice furniture, floors, antiques are now either in pieces or ashes. All that was colorful is not.
“As l leave, I know I am leaving my Best-Friend.” The floorboards creak beneath my feet. The sound pierces the dead of night, echoes throughout the landing, and fills me with terror. Oh no! Had I blown my cover? I check the door behind me, the one where the dreaded monster sleeps, listening for any warning signs that he had woken and would come flying out the door in rage.
Alone I stand, on the sidewalk cold, No shoes on my feet and a tattered vest on my soul; I crouch over holding my stomach grumbling from hunger, Not really sure when I last had something to eat. Everything about my life doesn’t make sense. Each day I awake to find no food, no clothes, no shelter even. I am alone, this feels like forever, Home for me could be everywhere or nowhere. People believe we beggars are always meant to live A homeless existence.