Timothy grabbed his bag of Halloween candy and stared hauling ass back down the street.
“There!” shouted Raymond. “It was that little shit right there.”
The bullies immediately gave chase to Timothy, and as Timothy ran away, he would periodically look back to see how far back they were. To Timothy's disappointment they were quickly gaining on him, and he was quickly becoming exhausted.
“We're gonna kill you, you little shit!” Timothy heard Alan screaming at him.
A stitch developed in Timothy's side, the pain grew rapidly until it was excruciating, and he was forced to stop running. He looked back at the bullies and could see that they were only about 50 yards away. Oh, crap I'm dead he thought, but then he looked to
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his right and noticed that he was back in front of the wooded field that divided his neighborhood with Michael and John's. He looked back at the bullies closing in on him, and being out of options, he plunged into the darkness of the field. Timothy could hear Raymond and Alan still screaming obscenities at him as he ran through the over-grown weeds and nettles. He could barely see a yard in front of him as he weaved around trees. The pond he thought. I need to watch out for the pond. “I'm gonna find you, and when I do, I'm gonna rip your arms off!” he heard Alan screaming in the darkness, and he knew that they had entered the field after him. Timothy looked back to see if he could see the bullies, he couldn't. But, when he turned his head to look forward again his foot struck something in the darkness, a tree root maybe or a rock. He fell forward losing his balance and his bag of candy. He hit the ground hard and felt a splash of water and muck fly all over his face and Halloween costume. “Awe” he whined to himself. I must have fallen into the edge of the pond; he thought not being able to see his hand in front of his face. Timothy picked himself up wiping mud from his face and eyes. He listened for Raymond and Alan, but heard nothing. They must have gone back to the street, he thought. He knelt down and searched the ground for his bag of candy; he found it waterlogged with pond scum. “Awwwe!” he griped. Timothy decided to keeping moving forward through the woods, he figured that he was half way through it already, and if he went back the way he came Raymond and Alan might be waiting for him out on the street. Timothy seen a light coming through the bushes directly ahead of him, he thought it must be coming from one of the homes in Michael and John's neighborhood. He pushed through the thicket, closing his eyes as he went so as he wouldn't get poked. When he came to the other side of the bushes he found himself in a clearing but still in the woods. The light he had seen came from a fire that burnt in the center of the clearing, and through its warm glow he saw a deer standing on the other side. Timothy stood completely still staring at the deer and it did the same back to him. The fire suddenly flared up, and Timothy reeled back away from it. “TIMOTHY!” the deer called out to him. “TIMOTHY, MOTHER NATURE CHARGES YOU WITH CRIMES AGAINST HER!” the deer’s boisterous voice said. Timothy turned to run, his face contorted with fear, and with a silent cry stuck in his throat, but found he couldn't move. While he stood there staring at the fire and the deer, the shrubs he had just came through seemed to have grown in mere seconds into an impenetrable wall. Vines had snuck up between his legs and shackled him at his ankles. The vines tightened, and pulled him back, causing him to stumble and fall back down onto a downed tree. He sat there struggling to free himself from the vines. “ENOUGH!” the deer said and then began to cough. “Enough, enough, Timothy.” he said clearing his throat, his voice much softer now as if earlier he was just merely trying to sound bigger and tougher than he truly was. “What do you want from me?” Timothy said as he began to sob. “What do you think I want, Timothy?” the deer said in a much softer and lower tone. “I want to prosecute you, that's my job.” Just then there was a rattling and a rustling in the bushes, and a rabbit popped through the wall of shrubs, then a woodchuck, then a gofer.
“Good evening jurors” the deer said to them. “If you could, just take your seats over there.” A mole, snake, and robin joined the rabbit, woodchuck, and gofer, and all six of them sat on log just like Timothy was forced too.
The fire flared up again, and when it died back down Timothy could see a toad sitting on a boulder on the other side of the fire.
“Good evening to you, your honor.” the deer beseeched to the bullfrog.
“Yes, yes, good evening to everyone.” the bullfrog said then letting out a croak. “Shall we get on with the trial? Let's see what we got here. Okay, here we are, Mother Nature v. Timothy Barren. The charges are thirty-seven counts of murder, eighty-one counts of torture, and one hundred and twenty-six counts of assault. How do you plead Mr. Barren?”
“WHAT? WHAT? ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” Timothy cried out.
“Please, Mr. Barren, watch your language here in court.” the toad said. “Now how do you pleaded?”
“My client pleads not guilty your honor.” A Weasel said coming through the wall of shrubs. “I'm sorry I'm late sir, but the kids needed to be feed before I left the
house.” “Yes, yes, just get on with it.” said the bullfrog dismissively. “Who the hell are you, what is this?” Timothy asked the weasel. “Haven't you been briefed yet?” asked the weasel. “Oh, well, that's a shame. Well, let me clue you in, I'm your public defender and you sir, Mr. Timothy Barren are being charged with crimes against Mother Nature, and what is taking place here is your trial.” the weasel said in a weaselly voice.
He pleads, “A court is only as sound as its jury, and a jury is only as sound as the men who make it up. I am
Even before the jury sits to take an initial vote, the third man has found something to complain about. Describing “the way these lawyers can talk, and talk and talk, even when the case is as obvious as this” one was. Then, without discussing any of the facts presented in court, three immediately voiced his opinion that the boy is guilty. It is like this with juror number three quite often, jumping to conclusions without any kind of proof. When the idea that the murder weapon, a unique switchblade knife, is not the only one of its kind, three expresses “[that] it’s not possible!” Juror eight, on the other hand, is a man who takes a much more patient approach to the task of dictating which path the defendant's life takes. The actions of juror three are antagonistic to juror eight as he tries people to take time and look at the evidence. During any discussion, juror number three sided with those who shared his opinion and was put off by anyone who sided with “this golden-voiced little preacher over here,” juror eight. His superior attitude was an influence on his ability to admit when the jury’s argument was weak. Even when a fellow juror had provided a reasonable doubt for evidence to implicate the young defendant, three was the last one to let the argument go. Ironically, the play ends with a 180 turn from where it began; with juror three
On a cold Halloween night in 1963, in the film Halloween, a six-year-old boy named Michael Myers was seen stabbing his older sister to death with a gigantic kitchen knife then leaving to stand outside the house with a blank expression on his face. As a result he was sent to Smith Grove’s Mental Hospital which he escapes from 15 years later to go after 17 year old Laurie Strode and her friends Lynda and Annie. Warshow’s essay, The Gangster as Tragic Hero, depicts American society’s need to show public cheerfulness and maintain a positive morale as well as its desire for something more sinister, something more brutal. This desire to indulge in the forbidden fruit of sadism and cruelty is what makes the gangster persona so appealing to the nation. He is the man of the city. He emerges from the crowd as a successful outlaw and his only aspiration is success through brutality.
Yet with the help of one aged yet wise and optimistic man he speaks his opinion, one that starts to not change however open the minds of the other eleven men on the jury. By doing this the man puts out a visual picture by verbally expressing the facts discussed during the trial, he uses props from the room and other items the he himself brought with him during the course of the trial. Once expressed the gentleman essentially demonstrate that perhaps this young man on trial May or may not be guilty. Which goes to show the lack of research, and misused information that was used in the benefit of the prosecution. For example when a certain factor was brought upon the trail; that being timing, whether or not it took the neighbor 15 seconds to run from his chair all the way to the door. By proving this right or wrong this man Juror #4 put on a demonstration, but first he made sure his notes were correct with the other 11 jurors. After it was
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“The trial was brought to a speedy conclusion. Not only did Judge Evans find the twelve guilty, fine them $100 each, and committed them to jail, but five people in the courtroom who had served as witnesses for the defense arrested. […] The police were then instructed to transfer the seventeen prisoners that night to the county jail”(30).
“On the contrary, you’ll have to answer, gentlemen, for violently obstructing the course of justice”(417)
Lorie Myers begins the film Halloween as a normal, happy teenager and everything in life is fine. Michael is the brother of Lorie and he is locked up in an insane asylum for murdering his older sister Edith. He eventually escapes and decides he wants to murder his sister Lorie. Lorie is unaware that she has an older brother because she is adopted by another family when she was an infant. On Halloween night, Lorie is babysitting and her friends are being murdered. Lorie losses everything and she had done nothing wrong. Michael blames Lorie for the situation because of her relationship to him. Lorie is traumatized from Michael terrorizing her, but she makes it out alive. As the Halloween series progressed, Lorie becomes successful, but the fear
How the Opening Sequence of Halloween Captures the Attention of the Audience ' 'Halloween' was made in 1978 and is a good example of the 'Slasher' movies from that time and this is an interesting piece of cinema as it can be related to the German expressionism of the late 1920's which used jerky camera shots and high contrast lighting to enthrall the viewer .In this essay I will discuss how the opening to Halloween captures the audiences attention and how codes and conventions create suspense and tension for the audience.
culture. Initially slasher films don’t seem to break the barriers of American Cinema; they still
For three hours and a half in a courtroom at Boise, Ohio, Harry Orchard assembled in the witness chair at the Haywood trial and recounted a record of offenses, slaughter, and murder… the like of which no individual in the overcrowded courtroom had ever thought of. Not in the entire scope of "Bloody Gulch" literature will there be exposed anything that approaches an equivalent to the atrocious narrative so motionlessly, coolly, and composedly voiced by this audacious, disimpassioned man-slaughterer.
Then without the slightest clue of danger a ball of flame shot straight by him, so close he could feel the hairs on his face singe with the passing ball of flame. He knew this was a time for action. He ran as fast as he could towards the route the flames had come from.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
The result of the trial is almost determined before it begins. Judge Taylor seem impatient. He just leans back in his chair, concentrates on his fingernails, or raps the bench with a pencil. The jury are all white, and they accept the witnesses' every word. Scout is unaware of it. She refused
This essay will be examining the genre of Horror, its conventions and origins. A dark genre that aims to unsettle. Wholly unique in the aspect that traditionally film often attempts to lull the audience into a comfortable sense of detachment. A voyeuristic element of disconnect from the screen, yet Horror's appeal is it's aim to immerse. Mise en scéne, the use of lighting and sound all common film techniques. Used to play upon the audience's most basic instinct, fear.