Disguising the Mask by AngelaSasser-story, literature
Literature
Disguising the Mask
Disguising the Mask: Batman the Trickster
it rose into space, its wings spread wide, then fell, its wings now a fluttering cape wrapped tight about the body of a man.- Frank Miller, Batman: Year One.
For years, he has been a seminal figure among comic book heroes. He is the masked avenger of Bob Kane and Bill Fingers Detective Comics, the Dark Knight of Frank Millers Batman: Year One, and a memorable inspiration among pop culture icons since his inception in 1939 (Steranko 42). At first, he was created solely as a reaction to provide a foil to DCs straight arrow Superman; but as his popularity grew and co
He remembered the shepherd's eyes, the sun-creased skin beneath them orange and cracked like baked sand. The man had pleaded with him, drawing tears from eyes so worn by exposure that it seemed impossible to draw anything from them. His son was dead, he had said, taken by a beast a fortnight ago along with three others. The magistrates of the poor district had done nothing just as the man's claims had gone unheard until the day he'd been brave enough to beg at the Prince's feet during a feast day's procession.
"It took my son!" The shepherd rasped in a desperate sputtering of words. "No
Rosemary for Remembrance by AngelaSasser-story, literature
Literature
Rosemary for Remembrance
Rosemary for Remembrance: The Metaphor of Flowers in Shakespeare's Hamlet
There on the pendent boughs her cornet weeds
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide
And mermaidlike awhile they bore her up. (Hamlet Act 4, Scene 7.)
In a surreal passage of speech, Queen Gertrude retells the somber death of Ophelia, who drowned herself in Shakespeare's Hamlet amongst the lush scenery of willows, nettles, and garlands. However, as an audience, we are not shown this scene until artist renditions of Shakespeare's work in later movements took the subl
"I cannot die."
The memory of the angel's voice cut through the fog of remembrance with the force of what seemed like an entire lifetime she'd forgotten.
All her thoughts froze at the sight of her fingers after she had absently wiped her nose. She wiped her nose again to find the same red substance present on her fingertips. It couldn't be blood, could it? Angelina frantically searched around, her eyes finally finding the dried spots of brown blood that dotted her pillow case and her night gown. She rushed to the bathroom, which was thankfully just through the shutter doors across from her bed. The light clicked on illuminating the pink mar
Fields of Grass
Horse shit. Such utter horse shit. I haven't cursed in over ten years, but this horse shit has finally made me cross the line. I consider myself a person of high morals and I deserve better than this. What do they know? They were still picking their noses when I was diapering their bottoms and babysitting their children at family reunions. All I've done for them and this is how they repay me? With a one way ticket to this loony bin of a nursing home. I'm only 65 years old and still lively enough to give their kids a spanking! I can take care of myself. If I can raise four children and their grandkids, survive the Depression,