The overnight shift at the front desk of Concord’s Colonial Inn is a lot like most small inns. After the last guest is checked in, restaurants and bars closed, there’s paperwork, reports and printing out bills for those checking out in the morning to keep you busy during those hazy hours of sleeplessness. One evening, the quiet of the lobby was interrupted by a woman, whose attire made it fairly obvious that she had dressed in a hurry, running wild-eyed into the room. She conveyed in no uncertain terms that her room was haunted, that she would not be spending the night anyplace in the inn, and that someone was going to have to go up to her room and pack her bags, as she was not going back under any circumstances. The staff at the Colonial
In the story, Chief says, “I’m the one been here on the ward the longest, since the Second World War,” (Kesey 14) this proves that the story was written around that time. The interior of the asylum is very bland and boring, plain tile floors shown by the narrator in saying, “[Mr. McMurphy] rocking up on his toes to keep off the cold tile as much as he can” (Kesey 79). In the beginning of the story, the atmosphere of the ward is a very dark, gloomy, and depressing place. As the story progresses a new character is introduced, he brings in a new revitalizing feeling to the ward. With his presence, he gives life to patients and gives the nurses a hard time allowing patients to laugh and have fun.
The novel Paradise of the Blind, written by Duong Thu Huong, uses contrasting settings to explain the different phrases of Hang’s life. The author’s use of the contrasting settings helps to effectively drive the story forward. As a young adult Hang has to move from her life in an overbearing family in Vietnam, a family who always gave away as much as they could, to Russia, a heavily communist country, so that she can be able to financially support herself. While aboard a train remarking about her life, Hang recalls her first winter in Russia. “The bitter cold that singed my ears, crept into my gloves, tightened around my body like a vise”.
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.
When you think of a slaughterhouse what comes to mind? The dictionary definition of a slaughterhouse is an establishment where animals are butchered mainly for food. For my choice reading assignment I read the novel Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut. The novel centers on the life of Billy Pilgrim, Billy is a veteran who lives through what history can argue was the most disastrous bombing of world war two. With a death toll that is assumed to be around 500,000 the Bombing of Dresden is arguably the most disastrous bombing for human life.
Phuong Bui Professor Eula History 1B 5 Aug 2010 Seeing Vietnam War in Different Ways The Vietnam War was a Cold War military conflict, and American’s involvement in Vietnam stretched over 20 years (1954-1975). As any war, when Vietnam War is mentioned, we all seem to spontaneously spurt out deep human emotions. Humans lost their families; people lost their property. In general, it happened because of the conflicting ideologies at the time, the beliefs in communism and democracy. Every historian from different nations has different ways to comment about the Vietnam War.
The Chechen War The War in Chechnya was a conflict between the Russian Federation and the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria. It was the first of two bloody wars and resulted in Chechnya's independence from Russia. The First Chechen War began in 1994 as an anti-colonial war for independence, but was later seen as anti-Islamic clash as the majority of Chechens were Muslim. The Second Chechen war began in 1999 because of several Chechen terror attacks on residential buildings in Russian cities that caused nearly 300 deaths. But the bad blood goes way back to Joseph Stalin, the premier of the Soviet Union who took over in the 1930’s.
COLD. The north wind brisked up, just as the morning slowly turned into a more depressing gray afternoon, bringing rain so cold it turned to ice that stuck to everything and anything it touched. The bare branches of the trees along O'Halla Street were sheathed in a radiant armor which drug them down and froze them into place. A single tear gently caressed my cheek as I stood in the now vacant bedroom-a place, which used to be my own-for what seemed like hours, knowing I'd never see the familiar surroundings of my Chesapeake home again. Home.
“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.
These footsteps seemed to be heading towards the last room in the house. I kept calling and this time even louder but no one seemed to hear, as the footsteps got closer to the room you could hear the door squeaking open, this time I called out much louder “DAD!” This time he came out of the second to the last room, just before you could hear the last door slam shut. By this time everyone in the house had woken up. Yet no one had heard any of the mysterious noises or my previous