INTO THE LABYRINTH
I woke with a start, only to find myself engulfed in darkness. I stand to try to walk, but hit my head on a hard metal ceiling. A smell lingers in the air makes me gag. The odor is bitter and distinct; blood. Suddenly a burst of memory appears in my confused mind… two days ago they chose me… Cass Taylor to go into, “The Labyrinth”, and I realize why I’m in this dingy, dark place. Every three years they pick thirty of the best participants from our community to go into, “The Labyrinth”, and find the finish line, obviously. I’m sure it sounds easy right? Well let me tell you it’s definitely NOT. The maze has many deathtraps, monsters that you couldn’t possibly imagine, pits, dead ends, and much, much more. Oh, and I forgot to mention that the maze MOVES… night and day, nonstop. The maze never stops twisting, turning, churning, and trapping. We also have the choice to kill other participants to increase our chances of finishing, or to remain peaceful and mind our own business. None of the participants in the past have come out of the labyrinth, well
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I start to kick and push forward with all my power, but this cistern is just too wide. My muscles sting with fatigue. If I go any further I’ll drown, I have to make a tough decision. I could try to swim back and hope I don’t drown, or I could swim to the bottom and explore, but if I do that I have the possibility of running out of air. I decide to go deep sea diving. I soon realize that I’ve made a huge mistake, this pit really is bottomless, and I’m running out of air. As soon as I’m about give up hope, I hit my head on what I think is the bottom of the cistern, and find a wait… no that can’t be a-a...DOOR! I swing the, gigantic door open, and gasp in the air
The movie the Labyrinth tells a story about a group of unlikely heroes trying to make their way though a maze in order to defeat the Goblin King. The story starts out with the main character Sarah whom, without even realizing it, wishes her baby brother to be taken way by Jareth the Goblin King. He tells her that if she wants her brother back she will have to make her way through the labyrinth and to the castle beyond the Goblin City. She only has 13 hours to complete the seemingly impossible task or her little brother Toby will be turned into a goblin. While making her way through the twisted and endless maze Sarah runs into many weird characters. The first person she encounters is Hoggle a very untrustworthy dwarf whom is under the influence of Jareth. He is selfish and does things only if there is something for him to gain. He betrays Sarah many times throughout the movie, but in the end he proves himself to be more than a traitorous coward. Ludo is a yeti and despite looking vicious is a gentle and caring monster. Ludo also has the power to control rocks. Sir Didymis is a loudmouthed, but noble knight who displays his valor throughout the movie. The four heroes manage to fight their way through the perilous labyrinth. The Goblin King Jareth is defeated and Sarah’s brother Toby is saved. Though the characters in this movie seemed to be nothing more than ordinary, and if not odd, they fought their way through labyrinth and conquered an entire army of evil goblins and their king. (Labyrinth 1986)
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
Screeches erupted from each and every corner of the dark green maze, leaving its occupants scared and scarred. The noises grew in ferocity and lowered in pitch, wavering between calm and deformed, octave to octave. It stopped momentarily only for the screams to reach increasingly violent levels.
Let’s start with the maze. Everyday at the same time the walls to the maze open and the runners go through it to map this ever changing structure. Every Night, when the walls close the grievers come out. That’s right grievers. They’re pretty much big slugs of blubber held together by slime and spikes that can cause serious injuries.
The Hunger Games does not actually use a labyrinth, only a figurative one. The dome that they use in the Hunger Games involves challenges such as finding food, surviving the wilderness, and making out alive. In the “Theseus myth”, there is a real labyrinth. In the first paragraph it states, “He was called the Minotaur. He is kept in a maze of tunnels, a twisting labyrinth underneath the king’s palace.”(1). A labyrinth is a maze that represents a puzzling dilemma or great uncertainty. Both of these stories have a labyrinth, whether its real or figurative. Both labyrinths challenge the hero in their road of trials and achievement of
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day..”
In the title “In This Strange Labyrinth”, the labyrinth is symbolic of love’s maze-like qualities. The speaker describes her predicament by saying, “In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turn/Ways are on all sides” (1-2). A different path on every side surrounds her, and every way seems to be the wrong way. She is confused about which way she should go. Wroth is conveying the theme of love in a decidedly negative way, for according to myth, the Labyrinth was where the Minotaur lived and before it’s demise, death was evident for all visitors of the maze. The speaker is struggling with every choice she may make and cannot rest or find aid until she finds the best way: “Go forward, or stand still, or back retire;/ I must these doubts endure without allay/ Or help, but travail find for my best hire” (10-11). She has several choices and each one is confusing and leaves her feeling helpless.
The area of this maze is 0.6 hectares, and the length of all its passages is 2700 meters. Inside of it, there are a few wooden bridges that connect transitions and make it much easier to find the exit, as they offer excellent visibility. Getting lost in this maze is a mandatory part of the path to the lookout tower, located in the center of Longleat Hedge Maze, while the abundance of sharp turns will help you in doing this. Reignac-Sur-Indre Maze, France
To move in a Labyrinth is a circling around in which one revisits the same places. And yet, such motion indirectly leads towards the heart of things (Gilloch 1996, 68). The maze, by contrast, has choices along the path, leading to the possibility of infinite routes within it. Our fascination with the maze is comparable to our fascination with the unfathomable abyss, the whirlpool or our strange compulsion to approach a cliff’s edge (Cirlot 1962, 166). The maze is by its very nature confusing and signifies the unconscious, error and remoteness (Cirlot 1962, 167), whereas the labyrinth is more of a contemplative space, which may be regarded as a metaphorical knot to be untied (Cirlot 1962, 183).
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