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Onegin summary thing-ama-jig

The four main characters are Eugene Onegin, Vladimir Lenski, Tanya Larina, Olga Larina. The relation between fiction and real life is a major theme in Onegin. As art often imitates life, people are also often influenced by art. Onegin is hugely allusive to other literary works, like The History of Love, and "Don Juan."
Eugene Onegin inherits a country mansion from his his uncle. When he moves to the country he strikes up an unlikely friendship with the minor poet Vladimir Lensky. One day Lensky takes Onegin to dine with the family of his fiance Olga Larin. At this meeting Tanya, Olga's sister, falls in love with Onegin. During the night Tanya writes a letter to Onegin professing her love and has it sent to Onegin, something the heroine in her book would do. However, contrary to her expectations, Onegin does not reply by letter. The two next meet on his next visit where he rejects her advances in a speech that I would describe as reasonable and tactfully honest but also pompous and condescending. On the same night as the party, Onegin is challenged to a duel by Lensky, something neither are terribly excited to commit. However, the duel is fought and ends with Onegin winning.
Later in their lives, Onegin has returned to St. Petersburg, and Tanya has become married to a prince. It is painfully obvious, however, that neither are happy in their new predicaments. Tanya is trapped into a marriage that she does not want. For her heroine would never be unfaithful to her husband. So, she compromises by losing all of her feelings. She even stops dancing in order to deal with the pain of being away from the one she loves. This also stops her from accepting Onegin's proposal at the end. They both live out their lives as shells of their former selves.

Love Letter...of Death!!!!!!

Tatianna, I am in no way interested in you.
Nor am I your guardian.
The fact that you think you love me is at best,
An illusion of your frail and naive mind.
I'm leaving for the city tomorrow
Where I wil find girls much more beautiful and sophisticaetd than you could ever dream to be.
Goodbye
That is what I want to tell myself.
However, whenever I see your face,
I come to the conclusion that I am not good enough for you.
You are young, and radiant.
I want you, but you don't really want me.
Anyone I love dies,
and I can not allow that horrible fate to claim your innocent soul.
My heart will learn to deal with the hole you left in it.
And yours will, too.
But the unhappiness I will surely cause in your life
Can never be repaired or made undone.
that is why I can not take you as my love.
You are truly meant for a life better than that of a soul as impure as mine.
which is why I shall kill myself.

Another Planet Man!!!!!

So you're from another planet? But you look you look just like anyone else. Our planets must be similar then. Natural selection and all that. You say you don't have a name? It must be lonely up there then. Is there anyone on that planet with you? I couldn't imagine being that solitary. I mean sometimes I like to be alone, but I wouldn't want to always be like that. Must be why you're so quiet... It must get scary at times. Being all alone, no one to talk to. Being forced to keep all your feelings bottled up inside you, because you don't have an outlet. What do you do when you get angry or sad? Do you not get angry or sad? huh, weird. That would probably be the worst thing of all for me. The inability to feel emotions. I still can't tell whether or not you like talking to me. You're mouth and eyes just seem like blank slates. You have the eyes of one who's just given up, and a mouth that follows suit. Why don't you say something? It won't kill you to have a normal conversation. Hey, you chuckled a little bit. Don't try to hide it, I heard ya. There just might be hope for you yet.

First person, and third person limited, and third person omniscient, Oh my!

Waiting in a slow moving line at the grocery checkout
First person
"Ugh, I'm going to be here forever! Who does this guy think he is. let's see here 1... 4... 7... 19! Hey, ten items or less asshole!"
Third person limited
The man waited in line. He had a scowl on his face and his stance was slightly slouched as he waited for the person in front of him to finish.
Third person omniscient
He could feel the anger rising from his gut as the slow man in front of him added another item, gum, to the cart. he imagined shoving the gum down the man's throat, permanantly silencing him.

a traffic jam on an area road
First person
"I can't believe this traffic. I just wish people knew how to drive so this would never happen. I might just go insane before too long."
Third person limited
She waited in her car that was slowly gettig hotter. As she watched the car in front f her, her eyes became droopy and it looked as though she could fall asleep at any moment.
Third person omniscient
She couldn' conatin her anger anymore, and she began banging on the dashboard. she was very tired and wanted to sleep, but knew she couldn't before she got home.

a person at bat in a championship baseball game
First person
"Alright, this is it. I can do this. I've been training all my life for this moment. Visualize, swing, and make contact."
Third person limited
He sunk his feet into the ground and raised his bat to the traditional stance. The crowd fell into silence, waiting for the pitcher to release the ball. the pitcher and the batter made eye contact, and the ball flew through the air at a neck-breaking speed.
Third person omniscient
He couldn't believe that he was batting at the championships. His heart raced with excitement and anxioty. He stared at the pitcher with such determination, as though he were reading his mind, and predicted the fastball that was to come.

someone who is giving his or her first public speaking assignment.
First person
I walked up to the podium with shallow breath. My heart kept skipping beats as I saw the group of people in front of me, silently judging me. I had to force the first sentence out, and then the rest came naturally. At the end, I got a standing ovation.
Third person limited
He walked up to the podium and stared out into the audience, he made eye contact with every face and stuttered on the first few words. Then his shy manner changed to one of confidence. He was spectacular.
Third person omnscient
He waleked up to the podium with a racing heart and incooperable lungs. As he saw he many faces of the crowd in front of him, his voice cords refused to work. Then with new found confidence, he read his speech and got an upraor of applause.

Metamorphosis pt. 3

I awoke in the middle of the night feeling strangely well-rested for having slept in a tree. I guessed my new body enjoyed the idea of something that hard and sharp underneath me. I looked to the city that I once called my home to see that it was full of life. It seemed that every building was emitting light that captivated me. I saw a glimpse of the carnival that started this disaster. It shone a bright orange that contrasted the white light lunging towards me from the rest of the city.

I started flying towards the bright orange aura engulfing the dominating ferris wheel. My wings were at full strength after the much needed recharge. As I flew through the night sky, I once again felt that exhilarating feeling of flight. The wind rushed past my face and beneath my wings as they fluttered about gracefully. I flew by windows and heard the occasional screams I had expected. People below me looked up in awe. It was a feeling I wasn't used to, being the center of attention.

As I approached the ever-luminescent orange light, I suddenly grew weary. As though the same light that had brought to the fair-grounds were sucking the life out of me. I slowly descended onto the unsuspecting people below as the sounds of awe turned into screams of terror. I was soon on the ground looking at the swarm of people surrounding me. Most of the faces held looks of disgust, others showed disbelief and curiosity.

A bright light then shone over the crowd as they quickly and peculiarly dispersed. My curiosity was soon answered as I was hit by a truck. In the first four hundred millisecond, my abdomen was crushed under the sheer force of the impact. In the next six hundred milliseconds all my legs were broken one by one, some even left my body completely. The following second found me being dragged along the asphalt as parts of my underside ripped off me and scattered towards the fleeing crowd. In the final half second of my life, My head rolled off my shoulders and I was found dead. The truck stopped a couple of seconds later covered in blood. My body stayed on the street for the rest of the night. Parts of me were hit by oncoming traffic. Until a rain shower slowly but surely washed me down into the sewers.

Life for the city went on as usual since that day. The Carnival closed up and moved to another city a few days after. My mourning family never learned the truth of my disappearance. After a week or so of searching, the police department gave up on ever finding my body. My rotting carcass stayed in the sewers for a few more weeks until it finally washed into the ocean and I was feasted upon by scavengers of the deep. Next year, the carnival would return again along with the laughter of children, the smell of funnel cakes, and of course the creepy lady in red peering over her crystal ball.

Metamorphosis pt2

A floating dream is the result of the sub-conscious saying that we have finally accepted our lives and let go of our worries and problems. If only this was one of those magnificent creations of my mind to keep itself occupied when I am providing no stimulus. No, this isn't a dream but a living nightmare. The sun, something I used to take for granted, was now betraying me by burning my back. My wings seemed to be exhausted to the point of falling off. I guess they weren't strong enough to carry me too far. Strange how one doesn't foresee these problems when they dream of flight.

I must admit, it was very exhilarating for the first few hours. After the initial panic had subdued and I took to the sky. I felt nothing but those feelings of acceptance and relaxation. However, the more one tries to float, the faster they sink. I soon became tired of seeing everything from far away. Not being able to participate with the world I was looking down on annoyed me to no extent. I tried to land once, The only affect I seemed to have was instilling panic, however. They saw my fuzzy body and giant wings and grew afraid. I heard sickened remarks and sadistic threats.

As I flew away, I felt a way I never had before. I felt betrayed, but compassionate towards the betrayers. They didn't know what had happened to me, but it still instilled the same fear and sorrow that it would have in any situation. That was about four hours ago, and I had begun to grow quite weary. My wings seemed to flutter out of rhythm and I rose and fell in the sky throughout my struggles. I was finally able to find refuge in a large forest just outside the city. I saw a pond in the distance and humored myself with the idea of looking at my reflection for the first time. I quickly became afraid to look at myself out of fear of what I had become in just the past day. The sun soon turned into the twilight that I used to enjoy so much, but, now, it only filled me with fear of what tomorrow would bring.