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The clock hits eleven o’clock. The darkness had already curtained the sky, leaving only the moon to illuminate the night. The autumn breeze still blew in Willow Hill; a town on the outskirts of southern London. Sixteen year-old Asher combed his short faded black afro. A slight calm, worriless smile on the corner of his face as he brushed his teeth. He stretched the corners of his lips as he inspected his teeth. In the mirror he saw the reflection of a brown skin boy with his oak brown wide eyes. "Have you finished packing?" he said. A dark skinned boy, a few shades darker than Asher walked into the bathroom. Andre, also sixteen, an uneasy red-lipped smile cracked on one side of his face, with frowned eyebrows above his dark brown eyes. He stood a an inch or two shorter than Asher. "Yes I have." he spat into the sink and took in a gulp of running water before spitting it back out. "I don't need the checklist police on my case, " He smiled, "now good night." he said as he walked out the bathroom, took a turn and into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Asher walked into his room after rinsing his face.He flicked his bedroom lights off, leaving only the moon’s light through his window. Moments later, he was in deep in slumber. ********************************* Andre tossed and turned, the sweat from his forehead soaked into his pillow. He shot up from his bed by the ominous cawing of a crow; its dark vacant beady eyes stared from outside the window. His eyes filled were with drowsiness. He walked towards it, guarded. Below his window where he stood was a grey Siberian husky dog glaring at him; fixed upon him. Without much notice, the crow entered his room. His voice became raspy then completely sil... ... middle of paper ... ...d as he watched his brother walk into the distant. ********************************* The train journey had already been two hours. Asher decided to sit by himself, well was forced to sit by himself. Away from Andre and the noise from the rest of his classmates. Asher was very social, far more social than his brother Andre. But he has always enjoyed the serenity and peace in silence. Well as silent as it can get as he could still hear the voices at the end of the cabin. He grew sleepy as did many others. His head rested on the corner of the window out looking the vast fields of green and farm animals. Two pale spectres galloped by; a dark panther with strange symbols etched to its skin and an oversized fox. There were flame prints in their wake. Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. yes I must be. Before he knew it, his conscience had faded, and was asleep.
When she was gone, he lay for some time staring at the water stains on the gray walls. Descending from the top moulding, long icicle shapes had been etched by leaks and, directly over his bed on the ceiling, another leak had made a fierce bird with spread wings. It had an icicle crosswise in its beak and there were smaller icicles depending from its wings and tail. It had been there since his childhood and had always irritated him and sometimes had frightened him. He had often had the illusion that it was in motion about to descend mysteriously and set the icicle on his head. He closed his eyes and thought: I won't have to look at it for many more days. And presently he went to sleep. (93)
Looking out across the stone-paved road, she watched the neighborhood inside the coffee colored fence. It was very similar to hers, containing multiple cookie-cutter homes and an assortment of businesses, except no one was there was her color and no one in her neighborhood was their color. All of them had chocolate skin with eyes and hair that were all equally dark. Across the road to her right, a yellow fence contained honey colored people. She enjoyed seeing all the little, squinted almond eyes, much smaller then her own, which were wide set and round. One little, sunshine colored boy with dark straight hair raised his arm and waved his hand, but before she could do the same back her father called her into the house. His lips were pressed and his body was rigid, the blue of his eyes making direct contact with her
He went on down the hill, toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing - the rapid and urgent beating of the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look
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"Not one idea crosses my mind, though my senses are alert to all around me. Should a crow fly over, I mark it in all its details, but do not seek analogy for its blackness. I know it is a type of nothingness, not metaphoric. A thing unto itself without comparison”(258).
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
They boys find a crow, that they later eat. Some believe seeing a crow is a sign something bad is going happen. Some of the boys believe they shouldn't eat it based on the legends, while the other thought their luck couldn't get any more worse based on the conditions they were in,which was not true because as a result of eating the bird they almost lost their friend Saidu. In the novel it states “ one afternoon, while we were searching for food in the deserted village, a crow fell from the sky. It wasn't dead, but it was unable to fly. We knew this was unusual, but we needed food and anything at that point would do[...] sometimes night has a way of speaking to us, but we never listen. The night after we ate the bird was too dark. There was no stars in the sky, and as we walked, it seemed as the darkness was getting thicker[...] A we were about to set foot on the bridge, we heard footsteps on the other side, coming towards us[...] Kanei began whispering our names. When he called out Saidu’s name he didn't answer[...]”(Ishmael pg 81-81) this whole quote is about the Oman or legend of coming across a crow. The crow was a warning for the guys that they didn't pick up
The rain cried as if the heavens had torn apart and came down to Earth to show its sorrow, beating a gentle yet violent tattoo on the roof. The cool breeze blew fiercely through the shelter sending a shiver down Liesel’s spine, awakening her from her slumber. She peered through the rotten sheet of linen that barely covered her shrivelled, thin body as the sound of little feet and nibbling rustled through her ears. Not of the children, but of mice, eating their way through her pillow; an empty potato bag. She heaved herself up, and staggered off the cement floor, wondering if it was wet or stone cold. Her head spun as she stood for a minute leaning against the mouldy walls to get her orientation back.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
On a house, on a hill, on the darkest of nights, when the rain poured down a little too hard and the wind blew a little too coldly, a Creature perched, digging its claws into the rotting roof. It was not the first time this particular Creature sat on a spot like this, on a night very much like this night, surveying his domain. For not so near, but not so very far a building sprung up out of the bleakness. Fenced in by barbed wire, its windows barred, the occasional tormented pale face peering out, it stood, a miracle of the taxpayers’ moneys, slowly falling into disarray, no move to fix it. The Creature shifted, confident in its roost, and glaring at me. Inclining my head, I signaled I knew what was asked of me. The Creature took off, soaring in large, lazy circles like a vulture might do as he waits patiently for his next meal to die.
The full moon shined revealing the man’s face. He stepped back until darkness sheltered him. Lights in the bar dimmed. He saw her shadow pass the window obscured by the Miller Lite sign. He sneered, he was about to extinguish her light.
Drenched in sweat and jolted to an upright position, a dream has awaken someone in the dead of night. Everyone dreams, whether they remember what they dreamt of or not. A dream is a series of images, thoughts, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep. Daydreaming is another state in which the mind is elsewhere. The only difference is that daydreaming occurs while awake and dreaming happens during a deep sleep. Surprisingly, dreams were first recorded clear back to the ancient days. From the Romans, to the Greeks, and all the way back to the Egyptians, dreams fascinated many. “They believed that dreams were caused by real things unable to be interpreted or controlled by the conscious mind” (“Dreams in Ancient Culture”). The ancients believed that dreams had a purpose behind them and were a message sent from god.. Behind every dream there is a meaning; philosophers study to find the reasonings as to why humans dream.
The shortest poem we will be focusing on, Dust of Snow, even proves the thesis to be right. In the beginning of the poem, Frost states, “The way a crow Shook down on me,” (Frost, Lines 1 and 2). Frost could be hinting at him feeling pressure or stress from an outside source. Further down,
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.