… was a big green longhaired thing its eyes were as golden as the moon, its ears as big as an elephants, and its nose as wide as a moose's. As it slithered towards me on its fifth teen tentacles. Its growl shook the earth beneath me as if you had placed…

… Apart by Chinua Achebe there's a man name Okonkwo . He is a type of man that fears weakness and failure. Okonkwo lives in Umuofia in the village of Iguedo with three wives and eight children in a large compound enclosed by a thick wall of…

… all sorts have been based on demand from the audience. Violence is a major demand; people want to see blood and gore, so it is supplied. Authors use what effects they can to please their audience, and by doing so, generations have grown accustom to…

… earth, the most influential person in my life has been my mother. Although the passing of my father deeply affected her, she was still able to persevere and raise me and my siblings to think and act like responsible young men and women. She motivated…

… deadlines, the film Shakespeare in Love allows a light to force its way through the darkness as it creates a wonderful image of what love truly is: beauty and inspiration. <Tab/>A romantic comedy set in London in the late sixteenth…

… When we attended the Holocaust Museum it had been the second time I had visited it. I really didn't want to go, partly because I had already been there, but also because I didn't have anyone to hang out with. I invited my cousin because her and I…

… there's one at Wal-mart just nine ninety five. She's still undeserving of it. Maybe she'd even lose it. And I use the word lose in a gentle way. Discard, throw away, Trash. Yes, trash... The material wife into matrimony life She'll forget…

… starts with every day. Every day is a new journey, a new adventure. Who knows what it will hold. My journey has a beginning- my first conscious breath each morning- and an end- as soon as I close my eyes and drift to sleep. Sometimes my pilgrimage…

… the window into the old fashioned room Fifties wall-paper, fifties furniture. Close the shade please she whispered. At the dusk of life the sun still doesn't bring her joy. It never had. As a child there was no playing, no adoration for…

… available to those of us who are literate. Sadly not all of us have the ability to do what most if not all of us who are lucky to be literate, take for granted. One such article, "The Human Cost of an Illiterate Society?" elaborates on the issue…