My body is the sanctuary of my lineage, the safe that holds an inheritance too great for me to apologise it away, for me to denounce the differences in my complexion simply because of their colour. Identity is encoded into my body like…
I have four fatal flaws; four which I must embrace; four which I must accept; four which I must experience my life through. I have four fatal flaws; four which I must apologise for; four which I must shed for better attributes; four…
Women in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein play apparently disposable roles that are founded in a docile pliability. Females appear to be one-dimensionally portrayed as possessable and passive supports for the actions of the more prominently capable men. However, Shelley portrays them this way in…
Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the significance of idealism and truth in an individual’s life. (Polished Critical) Aspiring to our ideals is instinctual. Idealism – the forming and pursuing of conceptually perfect desires – is…
She is happy. But sometimes, she has days when she is a disaster. There is a storm of chaos who takes the form of a human woman. Her heart beats with jolts of lightning, and her neck’s pulse is the cacophonous thunder that…
By the hand of my phantom, I tried to fill the looming void of infinity. This monster was not a figment of my imagination. This monster was a being that lived in the same body as I did. I was guided by this…
As if slowly pulled upright by the eerie beckons of marionette strings at the hands of a puppet master, I was dragged from dark, fitful sleep into the realm of consciousness. It was as if I had just walked through a sheet of…
Flurries of snow globe whites, caught by the clementine blush of streetlamps (like spotlights) in their descent to the base of towns draped in starlights. Vacant from your grace withering beneath weights of icy blues snow dances to the ground like unwanted…
The lights flashed in a pulsating alternation of red and green, blue and orange, yellow and purple. With the music pounding in my ears and the sway of sweaty, passionate bodies pressed against me, I could feel my heart beat in time with…
Her deft fingers gently ran over piano keys of ebony and ivory, and from her hands was born a powerful, beautiful melody. The music wove its way through the air and into the hearts of the five young singers whose voices rose in…
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