Dahlia's English Class Blog

The hum of electricity rumbled throughout my house-- you could have easily mistaken it as silence, but if you listen closely, you'll be able to hear the mechanical whirs of an air conditioner being used. You could even hear the wind it blows out if you try hard enough; the air itself seemed to sound like the waves of an ocean overlapping each other from far away-- constantly turning over and over, repeating itself and always being present. Outside, it almost felt quiet. Everything was dark, but one could still make out the outlines of neighboring houses. The long verticle line that shaped the walls of the house, and the sharp angles that shaped the houses' roof. Everything was dark, but there was an area where a small luminescent white glow cascaded onto the ground, banishing the shadows. There was a tree, not far from my house, that grew until it reached the houses' rooftops, as it was Jack's infamous beanstalk-- though it really seemed as if it was leisurely climbing

    Find a wounded soldier, do whatever it takes to relieve them from the pain, and bring them back to the station for further help. He remembered that from the rigorous training. Relieve the wounded till an air medic would arrive they’d say. But seeing so many people take their final breaths right in front of him-- just makes him feel responsible. Could he have done something? Was there anything in his pouches that could help? Would the morphine help them? But even when he knew that nothing could be done to the one that were already gone, still makes him feel worthless. Even he knew medics like him couldn’t save everyone. He wouldn’t except it though. But he realized that this whole entire thing wouldn't have had happened. The war wouldn't happened, but because of Pearl Harbor and the bomb that hit it, it did. Curse you Japanese people for making me feel like this. 5 “Hey pill pusher! Get back out to that field and start saving ‘em. There’s nothing that could be done if

Joseph trudged through the station, his heart pounded and felt like as heavy as an elephant, for he knew he wasn’t prepared for what he was going to see. He never was anyways. He looked forward and saw what he was supposed to be used to; several wounded soldiers all laid on mattresses layout in front of Joseph like a museum. Except for this time, this museum isn’t showing anything that people would like to see. A bloody mess of wounded soldiers lay out in front of him; the scene would haunt Joseph for the rest of his career. He could’ve saved more-- he should’ve been able to. He wanted to bring back more of them, but he failed-- numerous times. He took off his helmet and looked at the small red and white symbol plastered on the front of it. It gleamed proudly underneath the scorching sun, a stark contrast to what Joseph thought about his role in the red cross. He cringed. I don’t deserve this, not if I can’t save them all. *** A few weeks ago, American Troops along with the Fifth

Historical fiction stories have many methods as to how they incorporate a real-life historical event into the story, it's plot, it's characters and etc. One very common method, is basing the whole entire story off of real experiences people encountered during a particular historically significant event; that method usually leads to the story including names of objects that were utilized during the event, or names of countries that were involved. "Beware the Dog" by Roald Dahl and "The Sniper" by Liam O'Flaherty, are short stories that are historical fiction-- and the ways these stories incorporate historical events are similar.  In "Beware the Dog" by Roald Dahl, the author includes many clues that lead to the historical event the story is set in; World War 2. The most obvious clue being the names of various aircrafts that were mentioned throughout the story. These aircrafts include the Junkers 88, a German combat aircraft that was utilize

Craters on Dublin It wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t want to believe it, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel anything, and I felt so numb. I walked past of what used to be decent-sized houses. Now they were just huge graves. They were massive craters dented into Dublin. The bricks of the house came undone; along with the families it once held. They were huge homes that once acted as a shelter for a family. How lucky these families were, to have a ma, children, and a Dad. A Dad. I wish they'd known how blessed they were to have one. But Dad has to come home, right? Ma can’t possibly support the two of us on her own. She needs Dad. I need Dad. I stopped in my tracks. I heard bells ringing, which signaled the start of school. But I couldn’t move, though I had to go to school or else the money will go to waste. My chest started to tremble, and I felt the sting of tears coming. He had to be safe, right? He’s a strong person, and he’d never leave me or Ma, right? De Valera promis

In a story, characters and the setting are connected and have a relationship with each other, and can help the audience further comprehend the story. Those relationships include how a character's actions can reveal the setting of the story-- but the setting in a story also influences a character's actions. "The Sniper a short story by Liam O'Flaherty, is a good example of this connection. A character's actions can reveal the setting of the story, take for example, The Sniper , a short story by Liam O'Flaherty. The main character of the story is the first sniper-- the protagonist. Though the protagonist does mention that a civil war was occurring, other actions such as the sniper killing his brother, can also reveal the setting (O'Flaherty). Near the end, it is revealed that the protagonist killed his brother. This action reveals a major part of the story's setting; the story is happening in a civil war-- the Irish Civil War to be exact. A civil war