Shelby Symbolism

The party symbolizes the control over the people and how the people fear the government. The eye represents how the party watches everyone move for any sign of disloyalty where even a tiny facial twitch could result in an arrest.

Symbolism of the Thrush Bird in "1984"

Orwell displayed the beauty of freedom through the songs of the thrush and its peacefulness.
Xavier lattimore

Dystopina Short Story by: W.E.

Corruption in the Halls

You could hear the ear shattering scream of a puny freshmen as he tumbled down the stairs. The cracking of his fragile bones was followed by the menacing laughter of the senior football jock as he mockingly sauntered down the stairs to his prey. It was the time for Expel, a day to cleanse the school of the weak, uneducated, and the lowest scum of the school. This day was proclaimed thirty five years ago. They felt that eliminating the weak would raise test schools. That slaughtering students would make the school look better. It started as just a way to raise test scores but it turned into a day of revenge and hatred. Everyone had to participate, no exceptions.  Four hours, and all students were stuck together in one school. No weapons, no rules, no power, only school supplies. Doesn’t seem like it could do much damage, but in the hands of a terrified student a shoelace could be the difference in lying in a pool of your own blood, or walking out a free man.

Mortis closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see another death. One final blood curdling scream and the halls went silent. When he was sure the jock had fled Mortis dropped from his hiding place in the air vent. Two hours stuffed in a tight metal coffin had made him stiff.The Expel only lasted four hours but so many people were already sprawled on the floor. Two hours to go, two hours and he will have survived his third Expel. He never thought high school would be this hard. He figured test and reports would be the death of him not other students.

He slowly crept down the hall listening for the sounds of footprints. At any second a horde of seniors could charge his way. The seniors seemed to run together, picking off those under them. They mostly preyed on the fishes but every once in awhile they liked to pick off a junior to assert their dominance. Two hours, two more hours, that’s all he needed. Don’t make a sound. He slowly crawled to the water fountains to get a drink and returned to his hiding post. As he was climbing up he heard it. The stomp of a group of seniors charging his way. It was a large group, maybe six or seven, and they had spotted him. Just as he was about to disappear a strong hand grasped on to his frail ankle and yanked violently. He was sent flying to the floor. The air was knocked out of his lungs as his back smacked against the cold floor.

“Oh look a little junior!” A large senior sneered, patting the head of a weak freshman being held as a hostage, he lowered his face close to Mortis. His breathe smelled like rancid meat and he desperately needed a shower.

“Awww he thinks he’s getting out of here!” His boisterous laugh echoed, rattling the halls. His laughter stopped. His head slowly turned towards the puny little prey lying on the ground. He lowered his voice so quietly you would think no one would have heard.

“Get him.”

Oh they heard that quiet command and within seconds they were on him, kicking and clawing as he tried to scramble away. As they kicked him his life flashed before his eyes. He had always hated the Expel. He never wanted to participate but it was mandatory. They did this. They turned a school of normal teenagers into a group of bloodthirsty savages. They decided that test scores were more important than the lives of their students and they turned away each year as we ripped each other apart. Every blow made his vision go darker, till he could no longer see. His hearing slowly faded and the pain lessened. He had made it through three Expels, and as his head crashes to the floor for the last time he smiled. It was over. He would never have to play in their games again. It was over. He was safe.

Vu Tuan Le, Mrs. Ramirez 3, March 3, 2016

Dystopian Short Story

A long time ago in a land far, far away there was a place ruled by spirits. They were the originals that inhabited this land. Many years ago came a race of aliens seeking refuge from their dying planet.

They have found themselves a lush green, healthy planet, unmolested by the natives living there. These natives were of the spirit, coexisting in the physical realm. They loved their home, and cherished its beauty and health. They only desire to maintain the status quo, because it was perfect.

In the beginning the spirits didn’t seem to mind. They welcomed their guests with love and gifts. However, the spirits would leave the Annunaki alone, because the power of the spirit is too overwhelming compared to the capacity of the alien mind. So, they would watch from afar. They observed them day by day, night by night. They wanted to understand these people, because they wanted to find a way to coexist with them.

They found out that the Annunaki were a people of technology and science and they were highly advanced. They quickly started to rebuild, but in the process destroying the land. They had no regards for the wildlife or environment. They proceeded mindlessly, and eventually thought of themselves as ruler of the land.

The spirits however had a plan for this, since they cannot physically move these people from the planet physically they resorted to mental warfare. They also called upon natural devastations and would not stop until the Annunaki would agree to some of the spirits’ policies. The Annunaki had no choice but to agree.

Soon enough all the population of Annunakis had a chip implanted into their right arm. This was said to improve their lives, it was like an identification card. However, it also unlocked a part of the mind that allowed the spirits to channel through to achieve mind control.

The spirits now have full control over the population, but since they cannot control every single person they set up a system that would make the people deceive themselves.

The spirits erased all thoughts and beliefs and implanted a whole new set of equations. The people would now believe everything is okay when it really wasn’t. They would think they were free because they were told that they were free. They believed everything and anything they were told. Their society seemed perfect and they believed it was.

Only a select few, that were good and pure was able to comprehend this, but society would not even bother to listen. For to them their words was blasphemy.

Dystopian Short Story by: Giselle Alvarez and Gerardo Aragones

Dystopian Short Story

It was the year 2068 and everything was managed by a man named Juan Pablo De La Rosa-Martinez. He was planning on taking over the world, at that point of time, he was only in charge of South America. His skills resembled Hitlers', except slightly more maleficent. Also, several technological innovations were available to him. Juan Pablo did not allow people to know what the rest of the world was like. This tactic furthered his success as a dictator over South America. He used propaganda to promote his way of living. Propogana such as: Mondongo Sopa Monday, Taco Tuesday, Watermelon Wednesday, Torta Thursday, Frijoles Charros Friday, Sandwich Saturday, and Spring Roll Sunday. There was no way around the meals, either you ate it or go hungry for a day. You could only shower once a day and be inside your house at a certain time.

The life in South America was like being in jail in another country. The people of South America were treated as animals. Juan Pablo viewed the south americans as his pets. However, the problem was that the people were accustomed to this certain way of living. They had no televisions to show them how the rest of the world was living. While they lived in misery, ISIS had come to peace with the United States. Now the war was between the U.S and Juan Pablo. ISIS had allied with the U.S, but Juan Pablo had training hours for his people. From 2pm-4pm, seven days a week, they had combat practice. Once a week, usually on Wednesdays he took everyone from above the age of fourteen to a shooting range to practice their aim with foreign weapons, from throwing knives to bazookas.

Everyone wore navy blue polyster combat uniforms with shiny rubber boots. They all dyed their hair flaming hot red with blonde highlights, with a chili-bowl haircut. It was mandatory to wake up everyday at 5am and run two miles and swim three miles. If you were not fit enough for the war then you would die training. Juan did not care that he lost people everyday because his militia was too big to die out.He had certain males and females set aside in an imprisonment specifically to reproduce the future military with the best genes possible. The U.S. had no competition.

(AH 2nd Period)

Success Story

My brother had a major profound effect in my life. It was his struggle that set the foundation for my success. At first glance, a single circumstance may seem unable to have an everlasting effect on a person. However, given the right time, place, or purpose, it has the ability to redirect an individual’s entire mindset. Occasionally, the outcome of a situation can be infallibly good, only adding to one's acquired success, while a bad circumstance can act nothing more than a devil on your conscious. Events `like this lurk deep beneath the shadows of society and are notorious for deterring great minds, ruining aspirations, and crippling the faiths of many, especially in the African American community. On the other hand, it is these very situations that if overcome, can push an individual beyond the normal level of mental maturity, instinctively enhancing a sense of purpose, self discipline, values, caring for others, and most importantly independence.

Many struggles, commonly the lose of a father, or lack of financial stability are known to of deterred several from reaching their utmost potential. However, these were not that challenges I faced. I faced the fear of defeat knowing that I had family and friends relying on me to be successful in sports and academics. My brother didn't only encourage me, he also instilled in me to be thankful for what I have and don't have without saying anything. It means everything to me to get my degree and excel into the next level of life, taking and showing my brother things and places he dreamed of going, but couldn't achieve them because of health issues. Seeing someone work so hard for something and it get taken away from the encourages me to push harder for the people the don't have a chance to achieve their goal.

Dystopian by: JM (3rd Period)

Winter Surprise

Darkness grew over the fragile towers as the evening progressed. There was silence through the white covered roads of Seoul. It’s been months since the war with Europe. No one expected the attack, leaving many dead and everything partially destroyed. Europe overpowered South Korea in attempts to change its society. This once beautiful, bright city became a nightmare.

The wind blew frosty whips to Soonyoung’s exposed skin. He was one of the unfortunate people to have survived. He walked down the empty sidewalks with minimal clothing on him, memories flowing in his mind as he passed by shops and restaurants he once remembered. Walking around the lively graveyard was the only thing he could do if he wanted to “explore”. He was tracked wherever he went, so if he crossed any borders that were forbidden, he would be taking a “visit” to the guards immediately with no chance of defending himself.

Soonyoung grew weary of the complete silence and decided to head back to the dome. The dome was housing made for the South Koreans. They were given a schedule of when and what they can do in those hours. Soonyoung always walked outside of the dome because he felt as if the dome was too depressing to be in. Outside the dome was the only thing close to freedom.

As silent as the town was, Soonyoung was alone to only hear the trail of footprints he left behind. His memory walk was cut by a sharp sound, like a cry for help. He listened further as he continued to follow the noise. The cry slowly died as Soonyoung got closer. He was hesitant to look past the corner on the other side, but he was curious to know. Soonyoung sneaked to the edge of the wall, peering over the side with one eye. It was enough for him to see what he wished he didn’t. His eyes landed on the large dark red puddle spreading into the snow. It was blood, but from what? He heard rustling from his right. Afraid to look, he stood frozen. The rustling sound continued to come closer and closer to him, Was this Soonyoung’s last breath?

Accepting what could happen to him, he looked towards to sound to only find darkness. Something was hiding from him. He took a deep breath and saw the opportunity to run away. As he ran, his footsteps weren’t the only thing he heard, he was sure it was following him. Soonyoung was afraid to turn around, so he continued running. He had no idea where he was, but he needed to get away. He took a sharp turn into an abandoned shop and hid behind the broken shelves. He listened as the footsteps grew louder. He peeked through the broken shelves to see a dark figure slowly stopping in front of the shop. He held his breath as he studied the shape. Luckily, it wasn’t a beast, but a person. It was too dark to outline what they looked like, but he was sure they had a yellow wristband and a large backpack. The yellow wristband stood out to Soonyoung, as if he was suppose to remember something.

The figure stood in silence as Soonyoung watched. The person turned around and walked back. The sound of their footsteps disappeared. Soongyoung glanced outside the shop to check if it was clear. He stepped out slowly, only to be greeted by a sky attack. Soonyoung tried as hard as he can to regain his strength from being pushed down roughly. The attacker slowly got up. Soonyoung glanced up to see the yellow wristband. He couldn’t believe what he saw. His gaze slowly looked up further as he was still on the ground. Soonyoung’s eye shot wide as he had a clear sight of their face. Both of their eyes met. In front of Soonyoung was his older brother, Sungjoo. “Soonyoung, I’ve been looking for you, you need to come with me”, he said as he grabbed Soonyoung’s wrist. Soonyoung was in complete shock to respond or fight back. He thought he was the only one in his family who survived the war, but standing before him was Sungjoo, completely alive. Sungjoo dragged Soonyoung, not saying a single word. Questions ran through Soonyoung’s head. How did Sungjoo survive? Where was he all this time?

There was a feeling of strong tension between them, and Sungjoo sensed it. “I know you are thinking how am I here”, he stopped and turned to face Soonyoung ,”I was hidden underground during the war, no one was aware of the underground tunnels. I didn’t have enough time to get you and the rest of the family during the war and for that I am deeply sorry that you suffered through these long years of pain”. Soonyoung couldn’t believe what he was hearing, He suffered through the tragic attack to only see his family die before him and Sungjoo was nowhere to be seen. Soonyoung only replied with a hard strike to Sungjoo’s cheek, pushing him to the ground. He aggressively spoke, “HOW DARE YOU COME BACK WITH ONLY SAYING THAT TO ME!?” Sungjoo rubbed his bruised cheek and watched Soonyoung staring down at him. “I suffered in this graveyard of innocent souls only to have my freedom and family taken away from me, and you suddenly come back and need me?”, Soonyoung took small steps passed his brother. Sungjoo didn’t reply, but watched. “Not a chance in hell.” Alarms rang as bright lights flashed around them. Soonyoung triggered a borderline, knowing what’s coming. “If I suffered, you’ll suffer as well.”

Dystopian Story by Adrianna Enriquez 8th

Dystopian Story

It was the year 2053 and everything was covered in smoke and ashes. The place once called the United States of America was now a free-for-all grounds. People have left their morals and values in the past. People have evolved into fierce, killing machines. We the people, slowly turning into rabid beasts. The government doesn't exist. You can't even go outside without feeling as if you're skin was going to burn off. You can hear screams in the distance, and you can't ignore it. You can't really ignore much these day, its all in your face, but if you're smart enough you can find a way to get used to it.

There are a few people left that do care about what's going on but they tend to go crazy from everything they experience. We called them Carries, since they are not as dangerous but they can get into your head. There's also a different types of human zombies, and we call them Lucys. When I was growing up, zombies were this mythical thing that people made fun of.  No one actually thought that zombies could ever exist. Until a few years ago when the world begun to heat up because everybody ignored global warming.

There is no such thing as Antarctica or the Artic. You can even ask, what is cold ? The bodies of freshwater in the U.S. began to heat up old waste being dumped from factories creating a dangerous bacteria. The big fancy water companies would clean the water but this newly formed bacteria would survive the process. People drank the water and many began to get sick. The world saw the United States as a threat to them, so they sealed us off. They had to choose between sending atomic bombs and killing every single person so that they can start off with a new world or isolating us by creating a force field around the United States.They decided to pity us and create a force field around us. The rich people afforded to buy their way out of being contained, however the little people had to stay and suffer. The United States, or the land of opportunity, was a place where people fought to keep illegal immigrants out. The tables have turned, and it's now where we are the illegal immigrants trying to get out of the United States and be accepted into a different country.

My family and I are called Savs. There are a few other Savs besides us but we rarely get in touch. We are the survivors, we don't show much emotion and we tend to keep it to ourselves. We have outsmarted mother nature, since she's trying to kill us off for all the pollution we did.   Its her revenge. We have learned to only go hunt when the sun is at the highest part of the sky, and as soon as it starts to set, we have to get home quickly. Lucys always go out at night and kill all the forms of life they can find. We are constantly migrating along the border of the United States. Its the best way to survive since there are small places where the force field has glitches. In these glitches, there are merchants smuggling food for us. We pay them with scrap metals and any luxuries we find in abandoned buildings.

I have lost count to the amount of bodies I have killed. When the force field was placed, I had to kill a body the next day. The guilt of taking someones life didn't go away until one day everything changed...

Dystopian Story "Hollow Creek"

8:00 a.m, the alarm set off and loud and clear. It was sound you hear every Thursday. Would you like to know what it means? Sacrifice time. I know you’re probably wondering what the heck I mean by “sacrifice”. Well basically every Thursday the town alarm rings and all families of Hollow Creek got up and headed out to the ballpark. There we had to put the names of our parents in a gigantic jar. Now you’re probably wondering why we had to do that. Well there is a rule in Hollow Creek and that rule is the parents of a child between 12 and 16 had to go battle each other for their life. They have to go at it for 2 days and in those 2 days if no one killed each other, then the “Big Bad Wolf Men”, took the child and murdered her and made the parents watch.

So yeah, it’s now Thursday and once again I am “sacrificing” my parents. Now mind you this is my last year because I am 16. But that doesn’t mean this year won’t be the year my parents fight for their life and mine.

Around 9:45 a.m, the “Big Bad Wolf Men” appeared to gather and read out the victims. Mary Ann Jones and Jeffery Lee Jones. I looked up with about 30 different types of confusion on my face. My heart started beat out of my chest. I then turned to look at my parents. They were in complete shock. Those were the names of my parents! I already knew what was about to happen. The guards came to take them and all I could do was stand there and watch. They tied both of my parents hands and put a plastic bag over their heads, put them in a helicopter and left.

Ashunti M. (8th Period)

Queen B

The alarm starts to buzz. With anger in my eyes, I awake to see big beautiful eyes on a poster above my head, staring at me. The eyes belong to Beyonce, the leader of Uglion, and when I roll I see another poster staring at me.

I finally rise out of bed and begin my daily routine, eat my breakfast, put on my work clothes, and head out of the door. In Uglion, looking up from the sidewalk was banned, and if you were caught you were taken to Area 27. I have little information about what happens at Area 27, but I hear it is far from pretty, which is more important than the water we drink. If you do not with hold the beautiful standard the B-police will take you away and you will never be seen again.

My job was hair care products, I made and tested the products on the models that volunteered to come in. I had a short amount of models come in today, because today was check up day. B-police raided places of residency, and whatever they found that was ugly or whoever they saw with flaws on or around them, were taken to Area 27. I began to apply to shampoos to my models heads when one in particular sent shivers down my spine. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but I had to keep these ideas to myself. It was illegal to have a girlfriend, to go on dates, and most importantly to make love.

How do we re-populate? Every nine months Beyonce chose a suitor to impregnate her. The suitor later was sent to Area 27 for losing his virginity. After testing the models hair and taking photos, I paid them and sent them on their way. 

I held a beautiful woman and asked for her name. With so much grace and with such a soft tone she said, "Rihanna". I expressed my feelings towards her and right then and there arose a beautiful, yet dangerous romance. We met secretly day to day until the day Beyonce chose me. The van arrived in front of my house and took me to Beyonce’s palace. When night fell, we slept together and I was immediately moved to Area 27. I fell in love with Rihanna and Beyonce, but I'll be dead before I can tell the story.

Reem and Folake

Technology

It was the year 2016 and everyone was surrounded with technology. Technology was everywhere. Technology controlled everyone's life. Sasha was a young teenager who was obsessed with her phone. She texted,  kept up with social media, and browsed through the internet. Until one day on March 3rd, 2016 there was a blackout. Sasha still had her phone but her music stopped playing and everything else that had wires. She went downstairs to her technology loving mother, father, and baby sister and they were shouting and being angry at each other. Grace who is the mother called customer service to see what is going on, the woman on the phone says everything should be back to normal in 2 hours. Grace sighed in relief and told her worrying family the good news. The family didn't know what to do to pass time so they immediately went on their phones and tablets. Two hours passed, then and hour and then more passed, since it was night time the family stood in darkness. Pat the father got angry and started losing his mind, he started yelling at everyone and grabbed a bat and started destroying everything. Then a phone rang...

The Thirst Games

Created by:
Christian Hughes
Brandon Anderson
Chad Cowling
Emily D'adam

   Nuclear Holocaust. A scary idea, right? Well we stole it. Welcome to The Thirst Games. First, you should learn our history. Hundreds of years ago, there was a nuclear war of the 13 regions against the Capital. The Capital one, and the 13th region was destroyed. Now, every year, a male and female "volunteer" from all of the 12 remaining regions are forced to fight to the death in The Thirst Games. No one really knows why The Thirst Games got that name, because there is plenty of food and water to be found, but that's just the way things are. The only person to ever ask, Jim, was drowned in whipped cream. Besides for The Thirst Games, the Capital is pretty rude to the regions and like to publicly flog people with wet noodles for hours on end as a form of entertainment. And that's why we're here, in what is left of region 13, An underground bunker filled with weapons, nuclear bombs, Anti Air cannons, and plenty of food and water that is somehow never noticed despite flying multiple aircraft out of the mountain on a weekly basis. Cleetus, La-A, and I, Bo-Bob, plan on invading the Thirst Games, which are also idiotically named since noone ever dies of thirst, but usually a sword or spear to the face. They should name it The Spear Games instead.  We will be accompanied by Jim, who we rescued from his sweet creamy death without the Capital noticing, despite requiring nearly 100 soldiers and multiple aircraft that are incredibly loud for being named "Stealth Planes." Our mission is to take out the head of the Capital, Shi-Thead, and all of his high council for their transgressions. Every 25 years, there is a "Special Games" which would make you think it is like the Special Olympics, but no. It is with some random, and usually idiotic, scenario put in place. This year, the scenario is that in the middle of the Arena, Shi-Thead and all of his high council will be having a pool party that none of the contestants are allowed near. Due to the metal detectors, we will have to sneak into the pool party armed with nothing but plastic spoons to kill Shi-Thead, since he outlawed plastic knives last year.

   We expect little opposition, since Shi-Thead is a serious jerk and liar. He brags about how good he is, yet every pretty woman in the Capital says he is rather disappointing and horrible. His favorite pass time is getting drunk at bars and flirting with literally everyone, even the guys, then hanging anyone who doesn't flirt with him. He doesn't even hang people properly, he hangs them with twine, it generally takes 5 tries to even start to effect the person being hanged. After the 8th or so attempt, he just has the person shot to death with water guns filled with battery acid. Just last week, he had one of his high council thrown off of a 5 foot ledge repeatedly until the 12 year old boy died, just because he ate the last slice of pepperoni pizza. There was plenty of hamburger pizza left. Two months ago, he had everyone on his high council executed by being forced to watch the same episode of Dora The Explorer until they killed themselves. This was simply for forgetting it was the day he wanted a surprise birthday party, the surprise part being that his birthday we four months ago. He also enjoys doing small pranks on people, like leaving buckets filled with wet cement over doors, putting a sock over their exhaust port, and once even letting a group of starving tigers into an abandoned house that someone was illegally inside of. Last year alone, he had 65,960 people killed for fun. They were all killed by their butts being sealed close with fire and then dieing slowly of constipation. Even some of the wives of his own guards. Due to this, we hope to be able to easily beat him to death with the spoons and that the guards won't retaliate, but if they do we have Plan B. Fire bombing the entire Capital.

   "The entry plan is the hardest part" said Shaniqua to us, as we sat in the briefing room. "There will be 5 stealth jets flying in and blowing a giant hole in a wall. But that has nothing to do with your part of the plan, you all have been given fake invitations to the Special Games. Those will get you through the door, then all you have to do is find Shi-Thead and start beating him with the plastic spoons. He is old and fat, so he can't run or fight back, it should be a really easy job. After you beat him to death, calmly walk out the front door where you will be flown away and back here safely. And if you aren't done within 10 minutes or anything goes wrong, we are just going to firebomb the entirety of the Capital. Even our own soldiers for whatever stupid reason. Got it?" "Yes ma'am" replied the 4 of us in unison. "But wait," asked Jim "Why are there going to be soldiers there if we are just taking out Shi-Thead?" "All of the citizens of the capital are criminals, so we are going to completely take over the Capital and kill their entire army that isn't secretly members of our army. We will then set up our own government which won't be much different than the last, but this time instead of one jerk in charge, we have a staff of eight people who will be put in charge, with a possible ninth spot in case someone's little sister gets blown up by their best friend right in front of them with really badly timed firebombs." replied Shaniqua. "Well why not just shoot Shi-Thead? Why this overly risky plan that could get all four of us killed?" Asked Cleetus. "Well, it'd be really funny to watch the footage of someone being beaten to death by a spoon so we need you four to complete your mission. No more questions! Time to head out and get to work!" finished Shaniqua.

 

De'Miere Butler
Eduardo Torres
3/3/16
                             
                                                           The Utopia
         
         It was the year 1957, everything was destroyed the government did an experiment in labs
         testing our abilities to see if we would survive in the Utopia. A place where mystical creatures
         crawl threw the night, no one have survived so far who've entered. The weather shifts on certain
         days which mean the Utopia changes also to get threw. The Utopia is basically a maze, you hear
          screams, flesh of a man being ripped apart by the evil creatures, you smell the odor in the air                         afterwards. The lab testers showed us what we would be up against, its strange because why do
          we have to be the ones to sacrifice our lives. There were a couple of us; Mr. Wallace, 34 years old               tall, skinny, he always looked grumpy all the time, Katherine 16 years old average height, long hair &             such a sweetheart, Gabby just a year older than Katherine, she was always rude to everyone don't               have much to say about her & then Me.....

Birdman

 It was the year 8170 and everything was smokey while the ground is tainted red. You could hear the screams of the citizens on every corner while the government does nothing. You could see posters of people being hang on top of buildings. It felt like the torture was never going to end It was strange because the sky starting turning red and huge birds came out of nowhere started bombing buildings around the government area the only building left was the brainwashing center. 

 Scarlett was a young girl around her 20's with bright red long hair and amber eyes with really pale skin. A couple years a go, she worked as Birdman's closest advisor and developed a intimate relationship with him.

Birdman was a powerful and genius ruler who was also the cause of this world war. He brainwashed everyone in the entire country making them believe he was going to be their savior. 

 Long story short she gets captured and brainwashed in the end.

Sandra Juarez, Uyen N., Huy T,.

Dystopian Short Story - Jordan Carranza, Alberto Luna, Khoi Pham

It was the year 2019 and the world was becoming an Islamic State through relentless efforts made by our growing community which we call, ISIS.  Across the globe, you can see our symbolic black flags with the words, "There is no god but Allah, Muhammad is the messenger of God." All those who disagree are to be dealt with severely as well as made an example of for others in order to show our power.

"Dear fellow citizens of Islamic State, we will now conduct our ritualistic prayer to fulfill the deed of Muhammad. Everyone is expected to perform the ritual for those who do not will most certainly face the consequences carried out by our great soldiers in the name of Allah." - the loud intercom speaker that roars everyday...

Michelle Soulachack, DeJuan Bolden 7th period

Thirteen, I was thirteen when the world went to shit. Imagine seeing people you love being killed right in front of you, people pilfering in the streets, rape and murder was at an all time high as the world came to and end. These things! These monsters came out of nowhere and destroyed everything, the fifth day of Armageddon I lost every thing that day my asshole of a father, my annoying little sister and my mother that day to those winged creatures. "Alex, Alex wake up!" "Huh oh its just you", I looked over to see Karen a girl with rough black hair with green eyes that could kill a man with just one look. "What's wrong, what do you want Karen", its Michel he said he needs to talk to you today. "damn it if it's not one thing its another, alright let me go meet him thanks Karen". Hey Michel you said you needed me. Michel he's without a doubt the leader of this little community, he towers over most of us over six feet six inches with being at least thirty years old. "Hey Alex yes I needed you today we're going on a hunt to today to gather some food for the community". What about the Hell bats. "Easy, we kill them" that's easier said than done Michael, you and I both know that don't you remember last time, just one of those things killed and devour at least ten of our people last time! "Alright let's just get this over with." As they were going down the colorless forest, they heard the wind getting stronger and stronger. They turned around with their weapons prepared, and as the hell bats came to them Michael and Alex slashed left to right with their weapon. Michael was getting overwhelmed while the number of hell bats coming at him and Alex. He looked behind him and saw a hole in the ground that he can drop into but only he can fit inside. "Alex, i'm sorry." "Michael what are you doing, you can't just leave me!" So, Michael dropped into the hole, while Alex cried and and screamed "Michael!"... To be continued(maybe)

The Symbol of Big Brother.

  is a fictional character and the symbol in George Orewlls novel nineteen eighty four he is ostensibly the leader of Oceania , a totalitarian state wherein the ruling party wields total power for its own sake over inhabits .            gary stewart ...p. 7

Symbol of Proles (Laura Noyola)

 Proles illuminates slavery of government slavery of government workers, happiness  despite her low rank.

Thrush Bird in 1984 By Monterey Stubblefield

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Symbolism of the Thrush in 1984

Oct7

Thesis:  In 1984, Orwell symbolizes the pleasure of attaining freedom through the thrush bird.

TS1: Orwell displays the beauty of freedom through the songs of the thrush and its peacefulness.  

Ex: The thrush’s music shows how it’s living freely: “For whom, for what, was the bird singing? No mate, no rival watching it” (124).

TS2: Furthermore, Orwell shows the individuality of the thrush by its unconcerned attitude towards its listeners and the freedom to do anything it wants.

Ex: Winston and Julia are listening to the music of freedom while suppressed by the rules in their society: “Perhaps it had not seen them. It was in the sun, they in the shade” (123). 

Rats symbolizes By Michel Jones

In the book 1984 rats symbolizes fear, Rats are also symbolizes deprivaity on another level.
when winston in his citizens trapped in big brothers cage they would become mindless rats.

Symbolism of rats in 1984

Rats symbolize fear in 1984 because Winston is scared of them

Symbolism Of Rats by Adrianna Enriquez

  The symbolism of Rats

In 1984, Winston learns the meaning of Room 101 when O'Brien tortures him with rats, and Winston is terrified of rats . Rats represent depravity and fear . Rats are disgusting rodents and carry disease. They also live off of human garbage. Winston's universe is filled with humans who act like and are treated like rats. Winston and his fellow citizens become rats, trapped in Big Brother's cage. If people allow forces such as those represented by Big Brother to rule, then they will become no better than mindless, multiplying rats.

symbolism of the telescreen by:Jaime Barba

The Telescreen in 1984 symbolizes the constant monitoring of the governments citizens, and also how a totalitarian government misuses technology in order to monitor its citizen instead of using it for better purposes. with the government doing this they put fear into there citizens.

Symbolism of the Thrush Bird

Vini Afalava

Per. 8th

03 - 01 - 2016

In the book "1984" Orwell symbolizes the pleasure of attaining freedom through the Thrush Bird

Symbolism 

Kora Nehls 

8th 

                                         Memory Hole 

The memory hole is a chute that the workers put things that need to be forgotten and it leads a fire where they are destroyed forever. The memory hole is a symbol of society only telling you what they want you to believe and making you forget the rest. 

Joshua Martinez Symbolism 8th Period

Tele-screen represents control of the government  by the monitoring of citizens. It also symbolizes how the totalitarian government abuse technology to monitor the citizens and placing fear into them, and the usage of propaganda as well. In the book Orwell foresaw that the government will truly never trust the subjects and thus they implemented a totalitarian system that will govern the people forever.

The Symbol of Big Brother (Eduardo and Deḿiere)

The Symbol of the Telescreen: Abraham Molina

The telescreen symbolizes how totalitarian government abuses technology for its own ends instead of exploiting its knowledge to improve civilization. The omnipresent telescreen are the books most visible symbol of the party's constant monitoring of its subjects. In their dual capability to blare constant propaganda and observe citizens.

 Abraham Molina (Period 7)

Symbols

su nguyen reem b robert r

red sash- represent chastity and love

diary- rebellion

telescreen- control by the government

Symbolism-Bird by: Huy,Uyen,Sandra,gary

The bird is everything Winston is not but wishes to be. The bird in the pasture is clearly a symbol of freedom. In the book Winston believes that the bird is singing to someone but later on he finds out that the bird is singing just to sing. 

Symbolism - Jordan Carranza, Khoi Pham, Alberto Luna

In the 1984 film based off Orwell's book, there is a scene with children singing on a train simultaneously symbolizing just how corrupt Oceania and Big Brother keep society. Children living here are brainwashed from the start and have been described to act viciously and mercilessly to fulfill the wishes of Big Brother, meanwhile, elders stay quiet.

Symbolism (Brandon Gutierrez, Izu Ike, Savannah Morales)

In George Orwell's 1984, the telescreens are used to symbolise the misuse of technology by a totalitarian government in order to keep its population under control, instead of using it for the greater good of the country. It also symbolizes the way the government manipulates its citizens into having the same beliefs the government has. Lastly, this also symbolizes the lack of privacy citizens have because they are always being monitored.

Victory Gin/Victory Cigarette

left his life, Winston turns to vices as a mean of escape/meditation. In Winston's case its cigarettes and alcohol. Like the time he drinks two shots before writing in his journal. 

Daniel Afungia 

3/1/16

per-7th

SYMBOLISM: RATS
By: Lexus Rodriguez and Duyen Le

In the book 1984 rats symbolize fear. For example, from room 101 when O'Brien tortures Winston with rats. Rats are also a symbol for depravity on another level. When Winston and his citizens get trapped in Big Brother's cage, they become rats. They could become no better than mindless, multiplying rats.  

Symbolism-juan/donnovan

Thrush-The bird singing in the meadow 
is mentioned twice in the book. Winston is confused as to why it sings and he is led to believe that it is singing for someone. Later, Winston realizes that the thrush sings just to sing.

Symbolism in 1984 - Free Bird

                                       https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr3dWscslo8

FREE BIRD

                                                          By: Eddie Garcia, 2nd period
                                                 

             

Winston is confused on why it sings and thinks its singing for someone. Later, he realizes that the bird is just singing to sing meaning that the bird is free. The thrush is a reminder of the past where emotions and meaningless activities, like reading and writing, still matters.