Bernd Brandes A silver train slows as it enters the Berlin Central Station, a near match to the color of the overcast sky. The drone of the train wheels is the perfect pitch to rattle your inner ear. The only relief is the change in frequency when the air angrily hisses from the brake system. Bernd Brandes waits on the boarding platform, he knows it must 8:30. That is his train arriving, due to leave in 15 minutes. He isn’t startled by the air-brakes sudden release of pressure. He is focused on something else. He boards the train. He has plenty of time to contemplate on the two and half hour train ride to Kassel. He is on his way to meet Armin Meiwes, a man he met online. A man, he hopes, can give him what he wants. He tries to leave the thoughts of his boyfriend, of his career, of Berlin behind him. He searches his pockets for his ticket as the conductor approaches. “You’re ticket, sir?” asks the conductor. Bernd raises his hand, the ticket is resting between his first two fingers. Bernd doesn’t make eye contact, instead, he looks at the back of the seat in front of him. The conductor reads aloud, “One way to Kassel," commenting "enjoy your trip”. Satisfied, the conductor moves on and Bernd settles further into his seat. He doesn’t intend to ever return to his old life. He’s already left …show more content…
Fantasy fills Bernd's head. He imagines what tonight will be like. The sounds of the train embellish his daydream. The repetitive grind of the train’s wheels become Armin sharpening a knife. Stroking the blade against a piece of raw leather. A wave of pleasure travels down Bernd’s spine, leaving his hairs standing and his skin bumped. The rocking of the train car feels like Armin’s thrusts as Bernd receives him. He imagines the pain as the knife presses against his member and separates his flesh. His teeth and eyes clench. The blood pools around the blade before running down the
Moreover, the trip in the train gives an example of the loss of the humanity. In the train, a
...hroughout his journey views blood his own, his friends’ and that of the animals. Each scene contributes to his growth as a person who is becoming an adult. The most vivid image of blood was produced in the prison as John Grady and Rawlins were constantly getting bruised during the fights. But the blood that they shed in this prison is a representation of their fight against the reality that even in this enclosed world they did not have say on what happens. After having seen the blood of Rawlin’s stab wound John Grady learns to stand up to those who are restricting him which makes him a strong person. It was this experience that made him less afraid to do things for those he loved.
It’s 11:00 p.m. on a Tuesday when three young men, barely high school age, slip through a chain-link fence and into a New York City trainyard. Each carries a duffel bag, from which can be heard the rattling and clanking of spray cans. Six hours later, they re-emerge, their hands stained with paint and their bags almost empty. What have they done?
...ces an extensive dialogue within the text with an image of the train, arousing a modern anxiety of doom: the destructive capabilities of rapidly growing technology are seizing an innocent and aweless existence.
After my conversation with the old man, I didn’t feel I could continue walking those streets anymore. He had taken away in minutes the feeling of anticipation I had in the subway while it went over the Manhattan Bridge on its way to Brooklyn.
First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.
However the book’s interesting and suspenseful plot is decimated by Shreve’s monotonous way of presentation of the novel’s plot. In particular, proof to exhibit the interesting plot would be as Maren is watching Louis Wagner eat, found on pages 172-73. Shreve adds in some insipid paragraphs, having nothing to do with advancing the plot, nor adding interest. On the other hand, Shreve has created an alluring plot which keeps the readers captivated. As the story progresses more information about the murder is revealed and dramatic events take place.
The short story ‘On the Sidewalk Bleeding’ is intricate and complex, with many layers and descriptive features that makes the setting easy to visualize and interpret. To begin, in the beginning of the short, the author wrote the passage, “It was 11:13pm…” which sets the events at night; and exactly ten minutes before the protagonist, Andy, was stabbed, that was described in the passage: “He had been stabbed ten minutes ago.” Furthermore, the location is an alley, near a street which is busy with automobile traffic; the sounds of the tires sloshing through the puddles of water telling that the street was close to Andy. The passage, “He could hear the sound of automobile tires hushed on the rain swept streets…” describes that he’s close enough
In “On the Subway” by Sharon Olds, the author contrasts two divergent people. Olds come to many conclusions as a result of the experience. Sharon Olds utilizes tone, poetic devices such as metaphor, and finally imagery.
However, the 4 train resides with me because it gives me the chance to explore the subway thoroughly. It’s always a scary feeling as the 4 train approaches the train station because it sounds like a pack of Rhinos crashing into a halt. I enter the train and quickly gaze of a seat because I know people will be racing to any open seats available. Luckily I found two empty seats and that’s where my luck ended because right next to me sat a drunk who smelled like he had been drinking gallons of liquor. Everyone around him decided to get up and move somewhere else. I decided to move carts because I can’t stand the smell of liquor. That might have been a good thing because I walked right into someone signing “Barcelona by Bill Newman.” After he finished signing I was the only one who clapped and the man turned around and gave me a big smile that I still remember till today. Most people were far too busy listening to their earbuds and didn’t even acknowledge him singing. There were no chatter or laughter, everyone is minding their own business. The mood gradually became positive as more teenagers and kids entered the train. The train ride just became a news source because you can year the gossips or the latest
It was as I sat watching the black and white 1964 film, The Train, I realized that with today’s advanced special effects and technicolor, I was spoiled. Enormous amount of footage in films today is saturated with the latest special effects and at times the storyline is lost in all the latest and greatest marvels the film industry has to offer. The manner in which the film was directed by John Frankenheimer elicited an intensity to the drama and provided a grit and substance that can only be found in a black and white film. The film begins as the Allied forces at the end of World War II are approaching Paris and a German Colonel Von Waldheim, played by Paul Scofield, is formulating a plan in which to ship a collection of paintings he has accumulated
The ground rumbled and shook as the 9:30 Friday night, frightfreight train barreled down the east side tracks. The grinding snarl and rhythmic clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack grew louder as the engine pulled its cars along the slaloming S-curve that cut across Old Route 22. The cry of the whistle began its lone, sorrowful warning as the train approached the road. Everyone in town called the crossing Dead Man’s Curve. The whistle wailed on for what seemed an eternity as the intersection was pierced by the light of the locomotive, and the rumbling cars swooshed through the chill night air.
...ride out of a human being. It is like a tube of toothpaste. You can twist it and you can crush it, but there is always a bit left isn’t there?”(Cleave 214). Finally, when the threats are cleared, the narrator lets go of all the traumatizing experiences she has gone through and strives to start a new, more improved life even with having her heart broken by the absence of her family.
He has a response to his post. Armin and Bernd connect for the first time, facing each other through distant screens. A flurry of emails and online chats ensue and over the next month, they indulge in each other's fantasies. They speak only to their truths, their wants. Bernd describes what he wants to be done to his body in great detail and plays with the ideas of ways to be eaten. They discuss all the criteria that they would need for a meeting to be perfect. They create an ideal scenario online. Bernd types, “Thanks for your mail. You really turn me on…Winter with the temperature at around 5 to 15 degrees below freezing is good weather for slaughter. Great to be naked and tied in weather like that and to be driven to the slaughter. Where you then stun me and I collapse. You then hang me up, jerking, and cut my carotid artery. Warm blood flows. Everything goes routinely. I don’t have any chance to escape my slaughter at the last moment. It’s a real turn-on, the feeling of being at your mercy being in your possession. Having to give up my flesh” Bernd entertains the idea of Armin labeling his cuts of meat with paper and pinning it to him. Armin responds, “It’ll be awesome, anyway. Your tasty body on show like that. Spicing it…Tying you up will be no problem, I’ve got a rope and some cuffs for your hands and feet. I’ll really enjoy the bit with the needles. I’ll see if I can get hold of some really long ones.
Brought together by their mutual friend, Rinaldi, Henry seems to fall dangerously hard for a girl he only lays eyes on once. This instant is the start to an interesting relationship. Henry’s spontaneous love for Catherine has him returning everyday to see her. The reader soon discovers that Barkley feels the same way towards Henry. They are quick to proclaim their true love to each other leaving Henry in a state of insurmountable happiness. Hemingway does not leave the couple to have a happy ending - for when love is involved, pain closely follows. The war separates the two lovers as Henry has to tend to all those who are going to be wounded on the offensive. The separation causes not only emotional but physical pain. Henry is injured and is dealing with an enormous amount of pain. This pain is sy...