‘H-h-how did I die?' the girl asked as a cold tremor wracked her body. Shivers coursed through her but they became less frequent as she warmed under her blankets. How did her hair get to be so wet and why did she hurt so much? Where was she? All her questions remained unanswered because it was too much of an effort to think, let alone move, or open her mouth to ask them aloud. Am I in heaven? That was the first question she asked herself when she returned to consciousness ten minutes ago. Bright lights filled the room and she had to squint her eyes. The floor was white, the ceiling was white, the walls were white and she was certain she had read in a book somewhere that heaven was white. Then sounds began to filter inside her ear. Instead of …show more content…
‘Oh, dear! How rude of me not to introduce myself! I am Doctor Pax.’ 'What’s that thing, Doctor Pax?' 'It’s your blood sample. I’ll send it off for analysis.' 'Bleh! That’s disgusting! But no, I meant THAT!' She looked on the desk as a small cat prowled in front of the box and stopped to scratch behind its ears. The cat was black. Not harsh black like a lump of coal but more like a storm cloud on a rainy day. When she reached out her hand to touch it, she withdrew it in shock because it wasn’t soft and furry as she expected but instead it felt like a sheet of glass. Smooth, hard, cold and glossy. The cat disappeared, and she eased herself off the stool to check around the back of the box. It had gone. Vanished. The doctor made notes in his little red book. 'Well you see, the box on the desk is a computer and the black cat is a screensaver. Have you never seen one before?' The girl looked at the box and then up at him again. 'No, I’ve not seen a ‘puter box before. Will you show me how it works? Can I play with the cat?' After he made more notes in his book, he raised his head and smiled. 'Not today, but I’ll get one of my teachers to show you when you’re better. Now you, young lady, must get some
“Men, for many of you, today is your first day training as a Knight of Camelot,” said Prince Arthur to the group standing before him. “And be grateful you’re not stuck in a torrential downpour as I was on my first day of training here on this very field. The sun is shining and I plan to work you hard.”
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
It seemed as if no one was in the room, so they decided to look around. Polly
The narrator of “The Black Cat” describes what he his telling to his readers as “mere household events”. When he describes these erratic events as everyday things, it shows us that he does not believe that these experiences are unusual. This shows the reader that he may have a mental illness showing that he does not recognize these incidents as wrong or strange.
Paleness rushes over Janine’s body as she stands there; her face looking as if she seen a ghost. With no hesitation, she slowly shuts the door. The women knocks again, but this time Janine doesn’t answer. “What are you doing here? Go away!” Janine says.
In “The Black Cat”, the narrator begins his story by looking back to his earlier life, and his “tenderness of heart...
“Black Cat” is about a narrator and his tribulations with animals, cats in particular with this work. The short story starts out with the narrator telling
It was then that I remembered the usual thing, when I said to her: "Eyes of a blue dog." Without taking her hand off the lamp she said to me: "That. We'll never forget that." She left the orbit, sighing: "Eyes of a blue dog. I've written it everywhere." I saw her walk over to the dressing table. I watched her appear in the circular glass of the mirror, looking at me now at the end of a back and forth of mathematical light. I watched her keep on looking at me with her great hot-coal eyes looking at me while she opened the little box covered with pink mother of pearls.
The blood drained away from her face and her body shivered with a wave of abhorrence that swept through her. She stood frozen like a marble sculpture as a great tremor over took
Introduction For anyone with interest in the issue of Origin, the biblical Genesis creation story acts as a framework upon which all arguments are based. The creation theorem as is referred by most theologists has been subject to heated arguments between the believers of the “Six Day creation analogy” and the “Scientific materialists.” Today most understanding of the creation theorem begins with the development of modern day geology of the 19th century along with the demands of an old earth .
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
When reading The Black Cat, by Edgar Allan Poe, almost immediately you can sense the dark and shadowy nature of the work. Filled with mystery, death and the possibility of the supernatural, this short story is a work of Gothic Literature.
No matter which critical interpretation is used, it is evident that Poe's "The Black Cat" is a unique story that relies on key aspects, such as graphic violence and sensational imagery, to heighten the reader's perception toward the limits and depths of the human mind.
I looked up, contemplating the relationship between Kungfu Panda and winding 10000 loops of wires around 4 miniature makeshift cellulose bobbins.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.