I drove into the Asda car park after what seemed like a lifetime,
stuck behind loud and obnoxious United fans. What more could you
expect from the red devils? Now I know how they got that nickname.
Once past the front gates I was greeted by yet another hold up. Just
in front of me was a purple Renault Clio driven by an elderly man
accompanied by his wife. So after having to suffer with slow driving,
non-English speaking United fans, I now had to put up with an old man
way past his road expiry date further holding me up. A human being can
only take so much until they snap. I had snapped long ago. All the
rage that was bubbling up inside me was finally released on this poor
old pensioner. Simultaneously cussing and beeping in my effort to try
to speed up his driving. But he didn't respond. The N-reg car
continued to move at the same steady speed of 1mph. At least it's
moving I thought to myself. I spoke to soon. The car came to a halt.
He turned the keys in the ignition. The only reply he got was a tired
whirr of the engine. He turned the keys again, another drone. He
turned the keys again, another whine. After this a tired splutter from
the engine gave it away. The car was not working.
Me being the model citizen that I am, got out of the warmth of my car
and helped to push his conked out car. A few seconds ago I loathed
this old man and his car, but now I found myself feeling pity. I now
was able to get a closer look at his face. He had creases in every
corner of his face, grey bristles poking out of his chin, his face was
a pale white with red spots concentrated on his forehead. His face was
expressionless he didn't show a hint of relief that I was there to
help him. We continued to push the car without either of us opening
our mouths and meeting eyes.
“You’ve just crossed over into The Twilight Zone” says Rod Serling before every episode of The Twilight Zone. A show that leaves it’s viewers in a macabre state. Instead of drawing a conclusion like most shows, the show usually ends mysteriously. It utilizes similar elements as other short half-hour shows, but goes about it in a different way. This outlandish style is seen in literature, more specifically short stories, as well. Even though other short stories employ the same literary devices, “The Beast In The Cave” by H.P. Lovecraft is uniquely mysterious because of the story’s suspenseful plot, compelling diction, and, most important, overshadowing theme.
In reviewing John Lukacs, The Duel, I noticed that the author has other intentions in mind besides the facts. Lukacs gives a very precise account of the actualy events during those eighty days but in my opinion he wants the reader to grab the bigger concepts. One of these concepts is that Lukacs wants the reader to honestly consider just how close the Allies came to losing the war. Another of these notions is the idea that the main difference between Churchill and Hitler concerned nationalism versus patriotism and a third idea is just how greatly history can be effected by the courageous decisions of a few people.Lukacs makes strong mention of how close Hitler came to victory.
pants up to his nipples, was angry and volatile yet caring underneath. We not only see an aged
wanted his lights on he might have had to say 'lights on' and then the
please let him in? As he spoke, he kept looking over his shoulder at a car parked right
The car zoomed into Small Inn’s parking lot, halting to an unsettling stop. “We’ve arrived. Gear up,” Ezra said with a chill in his voice.
As I plodded slowly back to the coach I had time to reflect. There was
I stopped looking back from where I sat. And, I thought about getting up and dragging myself away. I wanted to shake my head. My heart was telling me to stay, if only a little longer. The person I waited for would come, they had to. My head was telling me to move along, and I listened to my head.
car only to find that it was a pile or wreckage. He forced open the
The door screeched closed behind me as I walked out into the scorching July summer heat. I walked unhurriedly to my car taking
Soon again he heard some tapping at his window, something louder than before. He opened the window. In
It was a hot day, the sun smiled down on us while we walked up the concrete that was never-ending. I thought we were never going to find our car.
Before I knew it, we were pulling up to the cabin. When we stopped, the first thing I did when I got out was take a deep breath. Then I said, "What do you guys want to do?" Chase just shrugged his shoulder.
I began making my way home on the well-memorized path that I took practically every day, sighing when I thought about how I was one of the only seniors at my high school without a car. When I turned the corner onto my large neighborhood, a black van roared to life behind me—lingering a bit too close for comfort.
"Bye guys, be back soon!" I yelled, the front door already closed behind me and chocolate in my mouth. I hopped on my bike and rode as fast as I could down the drive way. Making a sharp turn at the corner, I glided swiftly on the sidewalk.