In Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, Kurtz is worshiped as a god among men. Armies of natives move at his behest, and Company merchants wonder at his effectiveness. Even in his decrepit physical state, his body “pitiful and appalling” (p.74), his eloquence holds such influence that native chiefs grovel through his skull-encircled garden. Above …
Twinkling Lights
The concrete beneath my outstretched body made for a stiff spot to lie. Thirteen other bodies lay like corpses beside me but were filled with more life than ever before as if the heavens that pierced our eyes regenerated us with life. At least this was the case for me. Perhaps my cabinmates were less …
Umbrella
I couldn’t find my umbrella that morning. It wasn’t in its usual spot by the door, standing guard, waiting to escort me to sophomore English, and Algebra II, which I was hopelessly failing. And to make matters worse, it was raining that morning. It was one of those rainy days that aren’t in the forecast. …