At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind. Gottlieb observes his men from a distance, holding on tightly to his sword. He grips it tightly, feeling a presence lurking behind him, and turns with his maroon eyes aflame, knocking an unknown man to the ground. “Who are you!” he yells, climbing on top of him. Gottlieb’s men instantly spun around, dashing toward him, but are abruptly halted by the forest’s floor violently shaking underneath them, …show more content…
His emerald eyes are aglow with worry: pivoting from his wife to his son and then to the trees. He feels through the sole of his feet the toll that the sickness has already taken on the lands and knew the forest will no longer be habitable for his people to live in. “I’ll aid you in your cause, but let this be known, Outsider. This does not mean my people are taking sides in your strife. Your plight is none of our concern. The only thing which matters to us is the welfare of this forest,” the Leader proclaims, turning on the balls of his feet. “I shall take you to the sacred tree,” he continues with Gottlieb and all of his men treading behind him, “but beware-” The Leader gasp, feeling a sudden hot sensation, burning through his body, and releases a painful moan, when dropping to his knees. He peeks over his shoulder to Gottlieb with a look of betrayal and blood seeping into the fabric of his clothing, creating a large circle. He keels over with his eyes wide open. Gottlieb stood in stunned silence, peering down to his lifeless body and spots from the corner of his eye the Leader’s son. His mother hands the young boy to another and touches the trunk of the tree, closing the entrance with the rest turning away, leaving only her standing alone, glaring at
“I want to throw things at them. I want to scream: Why weren’t you here last night? Why didn’t you save my family?”(221)
In the book The Outsiders, written by S.E. Hinton, is about two separate groups. One group is called the socs, and the other one is called the greasers. They have some difficulties getting along. The poem is called, “Nothing Gold Can Stay”, written by Robert Frost. The poem is about that sometimes we have had a long, busy day and then the next day will be a brand new day. These are some ideas between the book and the book.
It had been 5 years since the death of Johnny and Dally and everyday I miss them more and more. I am 18 now and about to leave to start my first year of college. I have still been living with my brothers Darry and Sodapop. Darry is now 25 and Soda is now 22. Things have been a little different ever since we won the rumble that night. I remember it like it was yesterday. But the difference is now the greasers and Socs are not really a thing anymore. Darry, Soda and I have kinda lose touch with Two-Bit, Steve and Cherry. But we all still think and talk about them everyday.(I mostly talk about Cherry.) When we see the Socs wondering the streets we don't go over and try to pick a fight anymore. We either smile and wave, it's like we're all one big friendly neighborhood.
It has been too long since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would inform you on momentous events that happened in my life in the last little while. The previous time I heard from you was when Gabriel turned three. I can’t believe he is about to become a teenager now. My goodness, time flies by so fast. I was so ecstatic when I saw your prior letter arrive in my mail.
is in the air. Animals begin to scatter. Two men have arrived on the scene,
The Outsiders identified the 60’s, often there would be violence between groups and often involving a group’s social class. For instance, the tensions between the Socs and Greasers is violent, and this will lead to Bob’s death, Johnny’s death, as well as many injuries throughout both gangs. The book The Outsiders is written by S.E. Hinton and is portrayed through the eyes of a high school student in Tulsa, OK where S.E. Hinton grew up. Hinton began writing The Outsiders in 1965 at the age of 17 and the book was finally published in 1967 when she was 19. The difference in perspective upon the society and social class creates issues throughout The Outsiders and they assume the problems will be solved with violence,
There are much more important ideas about your life and how or what you do. One of the key is do not be involved with a bad situation. Do not judge people of how they look. There could be people who looks dirty but is not mean and others that wears nice clothes but is rude like an example from sentence 3. In the book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton, people judge the greasers being mean because of how they look but are not that mean and the Socs of how people believe they are amazing people because of how they look but get into trouble. Nothing will change if you want to change it or not and that is one of the most important theme because people wants to make the difference.
‘Instantly, in the emptiness of the landscape, a cry arose whose shrillness pierced the still air like a sharp arrow flying strait to the very heart of the land; and, as if by enchantment, streams of naked human beings – with spears in their hands, with bows, with shields, with wild glances and savage movements, were poured into the clearing by the dark – faced and pensive forest.... ... middle of paper ... ... This demonstrates the lack of communication skills between each other, with dire consequences.
The sound waves he made stopped everyone where they stood, frozen by his words. He dropped to Orson’s side.
...rward, broke the ring, and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowed surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore. There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws (Golding 153).
I managed to get away from the others, as they were all exhausted from the day. Somethings have… taken place.
... ice pack pressed to his neck. Three of the disenchanted beasts had pursued my father into the house and the crashing sounds were those of the ensuing chase and massacre in the living room.
“He’s waking up,” Said one of the men whose voice was hoarse. Then the man started laughing. It wasn’t a pleasant and happy laugh. This laugh promised pain, lots and lots of pain. Shawn shuddered fearfully before he was grabbed by the neck painfully. The other man was the one who had grabbed him for Shawn heard that horrific laugh again from right in front of him.
The sitting man slowly moved his hand towards the blade and held it. The tall man smiled and calmly said “And if you end up by killing him, you won’t be anything but being a tool in the hand of fate”
Many sands had the tree known; many green neighbors had come and gone, yet the tree remained. The mighty roots had endured such whips and scorns as had been cast upon it, but the old tree had survived, a pillar of twisted iron and horn against the now sickly sky. In the waning light of evening, the tree waited.