To Edward, the world was a place without emotion. He lived with his parents and his pet dog until they found the old dog’s body last month. The old mutt had seemed to accidentally jump off the second story balcony. Edward’s mom, Diana, was worried about how her son will take the news. She walked into Edward’s room to find him just laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. This would be suspicious to most parents but, her son spent most of at home like this. He listens to his teary-eyed Mom told him the news. He had flinched or even look at his Mom because he knew what happened. He had killed the dog. This was Edward’s only way to actually to see what life did as it left the dog’s body. At the moment as the dog was dying, he just stared at the …show more content…
“Eddy, this gun is the same gun as I used with my father,” Jim said. His face looked sad with his old eyes as though he was watching memories. As they walked through the woods, Jim thought it would be a good time to talk to him, a true father and son moment. The gun used .308 Federal Ammo, which came in a little red box. The 10x scope was black with dials on the side and top to adjust for distance. While looking into the scope you would notice an x and y-axis with notches to help calculate the wind and bullet drop. This was going through Edward's head as his father handed the rifle to him. He was next to thinking of kill something large. It took them thirty minutes to get to the hunting blind. They had a feeder 50 yards out filled with corn and seeds. Then Jim finally stopped talking to not scare the deer off. Edward was bored as always and look at what his father was wearing. He saw that besides his dad’s own rifle he had a 45. caliber revolver. Edward broke the silence. “What is the revolver for?” with a monotone …show more content…
The place was cozy and looked like a Lincoln log set. They had a moose head of the fireplace in the living room. The bedrooms were next to each other. After Edward’s dad went to sleep, he went to the kitchen and pulled his hunting knife and wet stone out to sharpen the knife until midnight. He felt the point the next morning and cut the tip of his thumb like it was margarine. They ate the venison from the deer that Edward killed. To Edward, the meat tasted different. The meat had more flavor because of the memory of butchering the innocent animal. He had dreams at night of moving onto a new target. Someone he knew his whole life, but hunting would hold back his bloodlust. He had been practicing shooting a crossbow at a target in the backyard. His father told him that a gun would destroy the meat of anything smaller than a turkey and gave him the crossbow to practice aiming. The bow took a minute to load and if you were walking by the house you could hear the thud of the bolt leaving the crossbow. The day came to go on the hike. The day was clear and was silent compared to the cities where Edward spent most of his life. The hike was two miles downhill to a valley covered in trees. Edward noticed only a few people were walking back with a large motionless bird in the hand. They got to the hunting blind and looked identical as the one at deer hunting but the feeder was closer. They got comfortable in the
Jake, Lucy’s neighbor was a well-educated kid. He was 15 years old and lives in an old timber house with his parents. Jake’s father was a farmer and had lived in the area since he was a lad. The area seemed to be haunted since creepy tales about all sorts of beasts was told. People even claimed that they were awakened some nights by a howling. Mostly people believed that it was a feral dog but Jakes father incised that it was a wolf, a ghost wolf. He was sure since he had seen a wolf in the forest when he was in Jake’s age, but none believed him. He kept telling his son about the wolf and Jake wanted to find out the truth. Lucy knew about Jake’s curiosity, at the same time as she decided to escape from her unbearable father. So she lied to get Jake by her side on the endless escape from the futureless community. She said that she knew where the wolf’s lair was. Jake got even more curious and joined her wolf hunting-adventure.
In pages 93-99 of James Dickey’s Deliverance, a foggy hunting scene takes place involving the narrator, Ed Gentry. Unable to sleep in the wilderness, Ed gets up from his sleeping bag and tent, putting on his tennis shoes and thermal underwear in order to explore. Swallowed whole by a thick enveloping fog, Ed picks up his bow and arrow, making his way out of camp and into the woods. From his civilized suburban nature and not knowing how to truly hunt, he only knows that he must step slowly, carefully, and quietly into the unfamiliar woods. Clutching his weapon, he feels an "electric current that came from the woods and the fog and the fact that hunting and pretending to hunt had come together and [he] could not now tell them apart"(95). It is then that he decides to actually look for prey to hunt, kill, and bring back, instead of killing time, aimlessly walking around to "satisfy honor"(95).
So, calling soothingly to Earl, Jim started from the south border of the sink hole and began to pick along to where Earl stood braced between two great cypress trees. Earl’s face was cold and unrecognizing. Jim caught hold to vines and shrubs to keep from slipping off the precarious footing into the water, and said nice things to Earl and kept going. He was a good half way along the dangerous route when Earl stepped forth and leveled the rifle and took aim.
Edward was raised in Ashland, a small town filled with average people. From the day he was born, Edward proved he was anything but ordinary, he was a big fish in a small pond. A citizen from Ashland said “-eventually he knew more than anybody, even Mr. Pinker, the librarian. He was a big fish, even then” (12).
In the short story The Dog Who Wanted to Die by Colleen Archer the protagonist, David, persecutes and desecrates his neighbor's dog for a long time for no justifiable reason; until one day he undergoes a very dangerous situation and it is saved by the same dog he victimized, Monty. Since David’s father left he has shown to be a troubled kid, on the matters of being desensitized and careless. As The Claphams had just moved in with an obese and sorrowful dog, the timing made it perfect for David to excruciate the hopeless dog. The day after David’s father left “he picked up a stone and raised his arm. Then David, who had never deliberately hurt a living thing before, bounced the stone right off the fat dog’s head”. Explicitly, it is atypical for someone who never hurt a living thing to stone a dog’s head, certainly David has some anger issues given the whole situation.
As the days pass, many became very greedy, angry, and groosum. Some killed their owns to just have a piece of bread. While Ellie and his father still stook by eachothers side. Ellie never acted upon his grief, he would care for his father, and help him when he was ill. There was thoughts about how hi...
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
Edward’s childhood was not a very good one. He was obsessively devoted to his mother. His mother was a religious fanatic, Edward was born on August 27, 1906 in La Crosse, Wisconsin. He was the son of a timid alcoholic father and a fanatically religious mother. Ed grew up alongside his older brother Henry in a household ruled by his mother’s preachings about the sins of lust and carnal desire. Gein never went out or dated any women, so when his mother died he became increasingly deranged, then he eventually began prowling cemeteries to unearth recently buried female
During the reign of Edward III, a young boy and his shunned mother Asta, live in a miniscule cottage on the edge of village in Stromford, England. Having never been christened, this boy is nameless so the villagers call him Asta’s son. Upon the death of his mother, Asta’s son learns some exceptionally strange truths from the local priest. He discovers that he had been secretly christened, Crispin, a name far too noble for his position and that his lowly mother had been educated. Soon after this new knowledge, the cruel village steward accuses Crispin of stealing and proclaims him a wolf’s head forcing him to leave the town and flee for his life. While on the road, Crispin discovers an abandoned town. During his search for food, in this crumbl...
Even when he tried to stay optimistic, fear and anxiety set in often in Schwartz’s mind. He experienced fear and anxiety related to impending death. Worries of missing out on his son growing up and not experiencing romantic moments with his wife ever again filled him with both terror and grief. He expressed this fear to his psychiatrist and his concern that he might be depressed. Dr Cassem assured him that crying was a sign of acknowledgment of his love for his family. He also worried if there was anything he could do t...
Millay chooses to construct her poems by making the narrative as personal, internal, and articulate as humanly possible for the reader. Her ability to engage the reader in reflecting not only on the characters notion of self, but also their own, is made possible by her realistic and accessible construction of selfhood within her poems. Millay writes about an internal reaction the speaker has when discovering, in a public setting, that her lover has died. The speaker does not show actual emotions as much as she offers up hypothetical ways in which people would most likely expect her to react. Yet, she seems unaffected emotionally. By using the description of common expressions of emotion as examples but not physical actions, Millay may be hinting that an awareness selfhood is an inner understanding...
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
A dull ache had begun in his side. Lifting his shirt, he saw a large bruise beginning to form. His memory flashed to the struggle with the boy and he visibly cringed. The boy that now lay at his feet, dead, had been merely fifteen, he had barely lived. And he killed him for what? A wild goose chase that had led him nowhere? A senseless game someone was playing with him? He yelled in frustration, pulling even more at his hair. His head pounded softly against his skull, reminding him that this wasn’t a dream, no matter how much he wanted to wake up.
...s were awkwardly raised. Her mouth was slightly opened, and her eyes were dismal and confused. Perhaps she should go back inside and wait for him to come. She knew that her son had left her... but she hadn't touched him, nor had she cradled his face. Perhaps she should go inside, and it would turn out to be a bad dream...or maybe she could fool herself a little longer into believing her son was still with her. But she kept on walking...walking, until she stood beside her son. She dropped down on the ground and felt his cold, lifeless body. She held him in her arms and caressed and cradled his face. The reason why she had kept going, the only reason why she lived, lay lifeless in her arms.
"Honey," my mom yelled to me one sunny afternoon, "Go out and feed Sugar." Sugar was our dog, a big, husky lap dog. I went to our kitchen, and got some food. Then I stepped outside, into the warm, fresh August air, looking for Sugar. I glanced to where I kept Sugar, and couldn't believe my eyes. Sugar was not there. I ran to the place where Sugar slept, I saw that the leash was elegantly coiled up. I knew that Sugar could not have run away. I thought that she must have chased a deer or another animal. Then a disturbing thought hit me, Sugar might have been abducted. As I tried to push that thought out of my mind, I thought that my mom could have put Sugar out in the garage. I went to the garage to check, but unfortunately Sugar wasn?t there. ?Mom,? I cried after a couple of seconds, ?Do you know where Sugar is??