It was not just like any room in the world. It was a room with special equipment and tools that let you think that you are going to die. That was not the only reason. The main reason was the monster who would do a few things with me while I was sitting on the tortured chair, and could not move.
Every time I sat on that chair I closed my eyes. I was not brave enough to see that ugly monster doing his bloody game on me. When you see this monster, you would be scared from him too. his appearance was not good,nor has the room. Every time he entered the room he had to bend, so he could enter. Even his head had strange things. For instance, his lips were strange. When you see them, you would be able to know the definition of darkness. I even thought he ate cigarettes not smoked them .
In The right side of that room there was a small brown desk with a lot of papers and files that were arranged on it, so the monster could know what kind of torture he was going to do with me. With that small desk there was a small chair which could be moved easily, and that helped him do his game while he wa...
Asma, Stephen. On Monsters :An Unnatural History of Our Worst Fears. New York: Oxford University Press, 2009. Print.
The Monster by Toby Litt, is an experimental piece lacking many conventional and typical parts that include an easily followed plotline, an honest and open narrator, and a clear theme or point. It is a short passage created to prove that a point is not needed within a story in order for it to be seen as such. It is the idea that a point is not needed for something to exist. A being can exist without knowing who or what they are, or what they are there for. Purpose is an unnecessary driving force. Lack of purpose, or knowing of it, may lead to resignation towards one’s situation. The monster does not move forward with his existence to try to find his answers. He is perfectly content with where he is, even if is unsure. The narrator holds back on detail purposely to focus on the bigger idea of the story, which is that there isn’t one.
One of the many staples of horror fiction is the employment of a monster to aide in the fear the reader experiences. A monster gives the protagonists a tangible object to fear. When the fear is tangible the protagonists are able to be drawn into the story in a more concrete manner. The reader is also able to be included in the fear because they can get a full picture of what is scaring the main characters. Unlike ghosts or spirits, monsters provide a visual representation of the fear to be experienced. One pair of monsters stand out from the others, this is the wolfman and the werewolf. On the surface, both are seemingly the same character with a different name, but this paper is going to explore the differences between the wolfman and the werewolf as they appear in fiction and how their different manifestations relates to the characters in the story and those behind the fur. This writer believes that although there are many similarities behind the werewolf and the wolfman, there are a few differences in how the characters are portrayed. This difference is shown primarily in The Wolfman by Jonathan Maberry and The Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen king.
The fundamental ideals behind the afterlife have vastly changed between Grecco-Roman Tartarus and Christian afterlife; specifically pertaining to the idea of hell and punishment. While there are also essential commonalities between the two afterlife views, the adaptation that has occurred over time contrasts the two views harmoniously. Fear is the underlying theme that eventually connects yet juxtaposes the ideas of life after death.
... audience felt from his formless and vague drawings of monsters could also stem from the general fear of degeneration of the species arising from the turmoil and despair after being defeated in the Franco-Prussian War. For it is during such depressions that one looks backand questions the Origins and human nature. Hence, his monsters were an uncomfortable yet enlightening opposition to a time of obsession with the factual and graspable.
Monsters have been depicted in different ways throughout history, but scholars like Jeffrey Jerome Cohen have been able to dissect how monsters are viewed by culture along with examining the various functions that monsters serve in horror fiction and films. His theses cover a broad expanse of interpretations, ranging from topics as different as how monsters represent cultural and societal conflicts to how they fascinate us. Stories like Peter Crowther’s “Ghosts with Teeth” make the reader reflect on a different type of monster, one that constantly undermines our societal and cultural expectations through taking the form of a human. Crowther’s story is profitably interpreted through Jerome Cohen’s “Seven Theses” about monsters, suggesting that “Ghosts with Teeth” is more than the horror story seen at face value.
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.
All the shiny items to the back of the room caught my eye instantly because they appeared to look rich and prestigious. On the right of the big main entrance door in front, there was a silver tree, and on the opposite side of the room on the left side of the door, there was a gold tree. Money hangs on the tree, and I thought that was an interesting feature to have. As I looked around the room, I noticed the red carpet below me, and everyone was sitting on small rectangular pillows. The main speaker told me that pillows were located in the big container next to me, so I grabbed one and sat down. The...
The author represents the monster as an eight feet tall creature and horridly ugly with subhuman features. His unnatural appearance will never grant him a seat in society and will never be accepted. His destiny is doomed to living a lonely life separated from the rest of the world. The monster is rejected by society. However, his monstrosity results ...
The article “Monsters” is written by a brilliant writer: Anna Quindlen. It tells us about the children’s fears and the parents behavior, which should always be aimed to help the child to overcome his /her fear. The author starts with a description of a night house and it’s gloomy atmosphere, especially for a little child. The little boy tells his mother that he believes a monster to live under his bad. His mother is ready to tell him about her own fears, but she stops herself. Anna Quindlen describes the appearance of the monster, and the mother realizes that she has to tell her son that there is no monster. However, she knows that it wouldn’t be helpful, because, when she will leave the room the monster will appear again. She never lied to her children, thus, it was really a trial for her to tell her children that the monster didn’t exist. It is also hard for her, because she realizes that her son will, even more strongly, believe in monsters in future, as she does now. Because the real life monsters are everywhere, and their existence cannot be denied. In real life we can see the burglars, killers and other monsters every day. Mother decides not to teach her son, how to personalize his monster, she just leaves him alone. The woman believes that there are some things, which cannot be taught, but only learned on the child’s personal experience.
He describes his experience difficult and confusing, not knowing anything or even how to understand people. As he struggled to figure out the basics of life. The monster wonders until he finds this shed build next to a cottage. Where he could look through a crack in the wall. Watching the people who live in the cottage called the delay sees. Once a rich and powerful family but they now live in a small cottage. A blind father a brother and sister living together making the best of things. He begins to learn how to speak and read while watching them and about good and evil. Later he asks the blind old man while the brother and sister are away if he could be friends with the delay sees. Then the brother and sister come back after the old man said he could and them freaking out at seeing the
This is a hard question. How can one come to grips with what the Bible seems to teach and with the desire in our hearts? Does not the Bible teach that Jesus is a loving God that wants all to go to heaven? How can a loving God send anyone to hell? If Christ indeed sends some to hell how can we say He is loving? These are all great question and ones that are hard to answer but there is an answer. God does everything He does, for a reason (Romans 8:28), and God does want all to come to Him (John 1:12; Romans 3:10).
I turn around to look for the chairs and saw the west wall covered with old cracked wallpaper plastered with flowers. I glance behind me and see the receptionist desk once again, and the bulletin board on the wall next to it with dentist jokes and advertisements all over it. The receptionist smiles at me again and I turn back around. I see that the North and South walls are covered with old wood paneling. One wall has the door in which I just entered, and the other has the dark tunnel leading to the exam rooms. I spot the chairs just across the waiting room on both walls. I quickly choose the end one with green and orange flowers covering it and sit down.
When I stepped inside the haunted house, I thought I was going to die. The first step I took, I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I started walking in the haunted house alone because all the people I came with left me to go find something to eat. I was welcomed by this very frightening man with a very frightening chainsaw in his giant hand. I continued to walk along until I got stopped by another man that was even scarier than the last. He told me not to be scared, but I was terrified!
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.