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In the late afternoon, under a clear light blue sky on the busy streets. When the school bells ring and the clock strike 6.00pm, all the student running out of their class, some are happy and some aren’t. The student just have an exciting day at school and they are very please, they also have something to tell their parents about this school day. But some of them are sad because they have to say goodbye to their friends. John have just finish his hard-working day at school and ready to go home and enjoy a wonderful, delicious dinner with his family. Enthusiastically, John runs to the car-park to get his bicycle, wear his helmet and ready to go home.
The sun has now nearly completed its tour around the world, and the lovely sky have been replaced by myriad stars, which dotted the blue sky like millions of beautiful white spots. John gaze at the nearby forest and he can see the tall, stout, towering strong trees swinging happily and smile at him. He can hear the rustling of leaves. John can hear the concerto of frogs and other animal in the forest, It is all wonderful and pleasant.
John gaze at the far away city, It is bright and so, so peaceful. Around the streets there are neon lights and happy people walking on rough grey concrete sidewalks. The supermarkets and stores begin to open their night-selling project. Everywhere, John can see the colourful and attractive, sensational, bright advertising electric boards, he can see the magnificent posters on red brick walls which is scratches and stain, the poor brick wall that have to suffer wind, heavy rains and stormy days. John stare at the horizon, a beautiful sunset at the ocean near the city. The sun slowly going down the sea. On the soft sand shore, John can see the cr...
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...akes weaken John’s morale. He tries to keep calm to make those illusions go away. The forest seems to live during the night. The fogs blunt the scenery and cover the surroundings in heavy mists. John try to run against time, run against the rising dark. He followed the tiny ray of remaining light, trying to escape.
Then, his eyes catch something, It is a road !, John yell in happiness. He has escape the dark forest and heading to his hometown, John return home safely. Eventually, John returns to his wonderful family, his mother was angry and yell at John and tell him to remember to go home soon. Then he has a magnificent dinner with his nice family.
After being lost in the dark and ghostly forest John has learn a lesson, he promises to himself he will never wandering around after school. John smile happily, he close his eyes and slowly… slowly go to sleep.
Before reaching his destination , John begins to allow nature to be his mentor. “The three deer passed in the valley, going east….I followed them”(Benét 77). He travels alone, relying on the fauna to guide him the right way. John arrives to the place of the gods where his ignorance comes into play again. He sees a variety of appliances but is not aware of their names. “There was a cooking place but no wood, and though there was a machine to cook food, there was no place to put fire in it” (Benét 82). He is describing an oven but living from an isolated world for decades, John is a stranger to all things modern. After more investigating, he falls asleep and dreams about the past. John is perplexed by the new things he had never seen before, “When gods war with gods, they use weapons we do not know. It was fire falling out of the sky and mist that poisoned” (Benét 84). It is noticeable to the audience that John is again envisioning technology that he is not familiar with. He then encounters a “dead god” and soon realizes something life-changing about the gods, “...they had been men neither gods or demons….They were men” (Benét
John's eyes fluttered open and he cautiously surveyed his surroundings. Where was he taken? Who knocked him unconscious and carried him from his solitude at the lighthouse? He did not have to wait long for his answer, when he saw his friend standing over him, shaking him to awareness.
he sees that it is nothing like he imagined it to be, John runs away from the this society to a lights
Around midnight on the fourth day, the boy and his family members awakened again. This time they went with the family of the house's owner to a bus station where they took the bus going northward. The boy was very happy because he was free at last to play as a normal child again. On the way, everybody was fascinated and hypnotized by the scenery along the road, especially the kids because it was the first time they had left the cosmopolitan city for the countryside.
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
In the beginning of this story, one expects for the characters to follow the concepts that they represent. This story displays one man's journey to leave his home and comfort zone in order to fully explore his curiosity. He goes off into a forest and undergoes a life changing experience there. He encounters three different things that set him on the path to the journey of knowledge. This forest was symbolic of an assessment of strength, bravery, and survival. It took determination to survive in the forest and the young person entering into it would not emerge the same. Conversely, this story is more representative than realistic and the peril is of the character. This story is more of a vision or conscious daydream th...
They talked some more, all John could remember was that he had awoken, with an intense unsettling feeling and a wound on his head. His fingers ran along his wedding ring as he recalled the events of yesterday; John could not locate his wife. He had searched every room in his house. A chill ran through his body; he had not yet searched the basement. With shaky hands and one final yell of her name, he opened the door peering into the darkness beyond the stairs.
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