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 Laurelei was not in the best of moods. Sitting in Darren Leingod's office – his real office – waiting for him to return from the city council meeting, she sat in her chair, leaning back, one leg across the other in an effort to appear relaxed, her spell book open on her lap, tracing the symbols in the air with one hand.  It was a small office compared to the one above them on the main floor of Leingod's home.  The walls and floor were drab stone.  A rug had been laid down and a portrait of Leingod with his sister and her family had been hung on the back wall, but it was still largely colorless, another stark contrast to the offic

 Ilaro Falcone staked his career on being the finest showman in the kingdom.  So far, it hadn't failed him. Being the second son of a noble family left you with two choices in life.  The first option was to focus all your energy competing with your older brother for the right to be head of the family and chief inheritor of the estate.  The second was to acknowledge your brother's birthright, build up your own fortune and become the head of your own family.  Ilaro hated his brother, but as appealing as the thought of knocking the smug bastard down a peg was, he knew how well the attempt would go. Their father had been a lawyer in the Tower

The Thin Controller was grave. “Following the… incidents on the loop line, the Owner and I have spoken with the council’s environmental officer, and I am afraid that we have had to agree to close the loop until the swans have moved.” The engines were dismayed. “But Sir!” Rheneas objected. “What will our passengers think? The lake is so popular at this time of year!” “What if they stop coming?” Peter Sam shuddered. The Thin Controller shook his head. “It isn’t ideal, I know, but it’s how it is. It’s only a small part of the line, and people will still be ab

  Living in Naples, Florida, seventeen year old Patricia Vazquez gave birth to a son on January 11, 1994. Raising him alone, Patricia Vazquez loved this child. I became her life. Moving us to Chicago when I was two, my mother went to college because of me. She would take me into the classrooms, teaching me at a young age what silence means. Soon after, my mother met a man named Hisham and she grew to love and trust him. In the year 2001, Hisham sent my mom to Morocco. Planes crashed, and the world changed forever. Heading back to Chicago, flying over Switzerland from Morocco, my mom did not know what had occurred at the World Trade Center. M

He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. Her soul had been absorbed within the pages and another petal joined the green bush along the spine. The pages looked alive, allowing with words; yet, the shriveled bush that covered and hid lines of letters seemed to give this sight the mood of a scene that time had passed by. The women's body lay there as a hollow antique warning anyone who thought of turning the lively pages. Days passed and the book's dark magic still had held that body; she lie there as before, among the living and yet, empty. When the police came the book was gone and the police only found the sleeping body on t

  The cool brisk wind, comes in, through the window, Bringing scents of past days to the widow, While she admires the dying beauty of Nature. The Trees, Valleys, and the skies up above Create captivating picturesque scenes. The widow imagines her children, she sees Them play, hears them laugh, and suddenly tears Form. All the joy rushes in, younger years Pass through her mind; a smile reaches wise ears. She wipes her eyes while she quietly chuckles. The laugh fills her cold body, and she cackles. She cannot stop, it becomes a violent cough Her bones start to rustle, she heaves, and gruffs Raises her handkerchief, "It is so rough…

           Applying the assumptions and practices of feminist, Marxist, and psychological criticism one can illuminate meaning the theorists would have extracted from Young Goodman Brown written by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Feminist critics would reveal primarily the treatment of women within the text; Marxist critics would search for social, economic, and political meaning; and the psychological critics would delve into the text for the emotional, thoughtful, and volitional meaning.          Feminist criticism according to Simone De Beauvoir begins with “[t]he myth of the woman play a considerable part in literature….” Then sh