In this excerpt the candle symbolizes Ivan Illyich's approaching death.
Ivan is thinking about his death and what will happen to him afterwards. This is reflected in the candle falling to the floor. Because once there was light from the candle, and since it falls that light is no more. The burning out of the candle symbolizes death.
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It was a bored -DAY- when I awoke.
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To explain more in your essay to make it detailed.
This issue of racism is popular by name but tends to be sugar coated by the way people see it. In order to truly understand racism you need to take a bite into the topic in order to get a taste of what it is really like. Racism comes in many different forms and can be seen many different ways. But why even care about racism at all? Why does it even matter? One would think that with such a harsh background regarding racism in America it would no longer exist in society today. But sadly that is not the case here, racism continues to show up all over the country sometimes being worse than others but still racism is racism.
People should all be considered equal regardless of what they look like, talk like, or even do that makes them who they are. Not only is racism wrong and makes people feel terrible about whom they are but it makes the person being racist look even worse. Racism is something that is completely rude and ignorant to do to a group of people. One does not choose if they are White, Black, Asian, or anything. It’s something that you are born as and to be mocked and made fun of for that is just ridiculous. Without all these different types of people and everyone trying to come together for a single goal we may not be able to discover new things and advance our society
She took a deep breath as she stared into her own eyes in the mirror. The only light in the bathroom was from a candle, set on the corner of the sink counter. The power was out, so even if she flipped the light switch, nothing would happen. She was home alone, only, a few moments ago, she'd heard someone walking around in her house. Someone that was not supposed to be there. She had locked herself in her bathroom to try and calm down, to no avail. No matter how many times she told herself she was only imagining things, she would never believe it.
As silently as possible, she pressed her ear to the door and held her breath. When she was about to move back from the door, she heard the walking again, this time followed by a voice. "Ellana, darling, why are you hiding from me? I know you're home. Come on out...I'm not here to hurt you." She didn't recognize the voice at all, but they clearly knew her name. There's no way this was actually happening right now...and yet, there she stood, holding her breath in the bathroom, hiding from a stranger who knew far to much about her.
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You did say anything, and you <em>did</em> say "even a story". So, here you go! Little horror story made up on the spot. Hope it does you well!
