The meaning of the poem shows a word "independence" which is opposite to our feelings... she used the symbol "hero" to describe what there is in people's inside(heart).
The Geats carry Grendels head out of pride.
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This is part of my 2-page story. I hope you like it!
Explanation:
The boy was drug out of his room in the middle of the night. He didn’t know where he was going or who he was going with. He was searching for his dad but he was nowhere in sight to be found. He was thrown in the back of the dark black truck with a lot of other kids. He whispered because he was afraid to talk afraid he would get in even more trouble than he already was. He whispered, “Do you know where we are going?” No one seemed to hear him or ignored him. He was so scared without his parents there to be with him.
One day earlier...Jackson was 11 years old and his mom dropped him off at school. He was having a bad day at school and the principal called his mom to come to get him. His mom was really mad at him and she slapped him across the face and sent him to his room. He didn’t want to go to his room but he did anyway. He then came out of his room and he tried to find his mom, he then found her and she was out on the hammock and she was asleep. So he found a pillow and then put it over her face and she woke up and was screaming and fighting back but Jackson wasn’t giving up, and he killed her.
When Jackson realized what he had done he called his dad and said: “Mom’s not waking up and I don’t know what to do.” His dad said “call 911 and get an ambulance and I will be there soon.” So Jackson called 911 and told the operator that his mom didn’t wake up and my dad’s not home the operator said: “ok the ambulance is on the way.” Jackson’s dad came home and Jackson was nervous about what his dad was going to say. Jackson’s dad who’s name was named Charlee went to Jackson’s room and gave him a hug and said: “They are going to get an autopsy and see what happened to her.” Jackson’s face turned white as a ghost and he said “Okay.”
Answer:
I don't know what came over me. After weeks of seeing her be put on a pedestal for the most mundane of tasks, and knowing I was pushed off to the side, a form of jealousy ran over me. Through my veins and soul, like a forest-fire that wiped out anything and everything. I was both the fire, and the forest in that moment. There was no blood-shed, just a bit of yelling. I'd change it if I could, I'd change everything if I had that power.
If I were to give my past self a bit of advice, know that it's not her fault. It's nobody's fault, but with actions come consequences. Throughout this little writing assignment, I've come to the realization that sometimes things happen. Sometimes your rose-colored glasses over your own judgement shatter all along the floor in tiny shards.
Who's to blame? It depends what you mean. For my own emotions? Nobody, absolutely nobody is to blame for that. For what happened? Myself. That's okay, though. The fire in my soul has died down into ash and dust, and the forest-fire is long-gone.
Explanation:
Beginning: When I was younger, I used to believe that unicorns were real because I was a girl.
Middle: At first, people laughed at me and called me silly. I thought that I was different and thought to myself, they're just jealous that I'm friends with unicorns and they're not.
Middle: Then, nobody wanted to play with me anymore. My two best friends in the whole wide world had left me to become "popular". Those backstabbers...
Middle: After that, I decided that I would just keep my unicorn love to myself. But, that didn't mean I didn't have pictures of unicorns. Plus, if I had a boyfriend, he was going to have to except that I like unicorns.
Ending: Now my belief is, that unicorns aren't real. But, they are nice to think about.