A ghost attack had never killed anyone before, but due to recent events, it came frighteningly close. All of Amity Park had watched with grievous anticipation as Phantom painstakingly resuscitated the frail form of William Lancer after he had been thrown into a live power-line while trying to protect two of his students. The bald man lay sprawled across the asphalt, slowly losing signs of life. After realizing the situation, Phantom had rushed down to tend to Lancer. Overwhelmed with immense fear, the ghost-boy checked Lancer's vitals and realized they were failing. His heart was about to stop beating and – oh, God – his heart was about to stop beating. He couldn't die. Couldn't die. Shouldn't die. It was all his fault. But blame wasn't …show more content…
Which is why, for one, fleeting second, Danny's mind unwillingly flickered back to the time where something similar had happened, and this very same man had been forgotten to the world. He'd been consumed by the fire that ripped apart Danny's entire life, and was left forgotten, his impact buried and his name erased. Once dead, there had been no remains of William Lancer. That couldn't happen again. Never again. He would save him this time, and everyone else. (But there is no everyone else, there's just Lancer – and he's dying because you're daydreaming about fake futures and non-existant circumstances!) Before he wondered about what he was actually doing, Danny acted nearly all on his instincts. He ignored the horrified gasps of the bystanders, too afraid to approach the trembling ghost-boy and the dying citizen, and he attempted to recall how to revive someone who was dying. Sam screamed something from across the street and something clicked. But... was it too risky? Yes, it was way to risky. He was horribly afraid that he would only hurt his teacher more, but he had no other choice. Because, he couldn't let Lancer die. His life was literally in the balance and nobody here could do anything, but
The town of Halifax in West Yorkshire had never experienced such a manhunt in it’s history (Glover 3). During a short, but long lasting in feeling, time period in late November through early December in the year 1938, the town of Halifax underwent a period of mass hysteria. A mysterious “slasher” hid in the shadows and lunged out with a razor blade at people who passed by (Halifax Slasher).
Ghost Boy is the journey of Martin Pistorius through his struggles and battles of being a misdiagnosed quadriplegic. At the age of 12 he was a normal boy until he fell ill, became paralyzed, and was fully dependant on his parents and caretakers. Little did they know, Martin was fully aware of life around him. His mother and other family members faced troubles dealing with the thought that Martin would never be the same. Although he couldn’t move or communicate, small gestures led one of his care takers to believing he was still mentally “alive” even though he was diagnosed of not being able to return to his normal self when he first became sick. His parents, his brother David, and his sister Kim took him to be assessed and immediately started to help and encourage his
...ot so bad; but I do not wish to be shot. No; I will not be shot; that is not fair.” In Fahrquars’ hallucination, he gets mad at the thought of being shot after he managed to escape his hanging. Depression kicks in when Bierce says “By nightfall he was fatigued, footsore, and famished. He knew it (his neck) had a circle of black where the rope had bruised it.” Fahrquar is tired and confused. This is a clear sign that death is near, leading him into depression, which sheds light on his impossible endurance. Acceptance occurs when Bierce says, “…he has merely recovered from a delirium… and sees home… all bright and beautiful… ” This clearly shows that Fahrquar has accepted what is happening, almost as if he has given up. He finally enters the last stage of his symbolic dying process. Bierce says, “…then all is dark and silent…Peyton Fahrquar was dead…”
Sir Fortinbras and noble knights of the army of Norway, I stand before you today to tell a tale of a martyred hero to whom we must remember. Hamlet be thy name. He was a friend and a leader. About eight months ago Hamlet was distraught, I'd never seen him like this before. He had a good excuse, I mean his father had just died, his mom, god rest her soul, remarried not even a month afterwards. Hamlet's affair with Ophilia was dwindling in his giant fire of emotions. Ophilia was the kings' servant's daughter. The king's servant was Polonious. Polonious did not want Ophilia with Hamlet, nor did Ophilia's brother Laertes. Hamlet was under a lot of pressure, but it wasn't until a few of the guards and myself saw a ghost whom we believed was Hamlet's deceased father. This was the point of all of our lives were you either take one path or the other each leading you in a total different direction. Hamlet went to the guard tower with us the next night and reasoned to our favor that the ghost did in fact perpetuate the look of King Hamlet. The ghost made a follow me motion to Hamlet and we grabbed him. Please do not follow Sir Hamlet, I pleaded. The spirit was insistent and Hamlets gut instinct drove him to follow the floating omen. I know not the exact words that the ghost spoke that night but from what I understand, he was back from the dead to inform his son that he had not died from the rumorous snake bite which had been presumed. King Hamlet's brother, the current King Claudius, had murdered him while he lay in the garden by pouring poison in his ear. The ghost also informed Hamlet of an affair that his mother had been having with Claudius. This bit of information stunned and enraged if you will Hamlet. Hamlet knew not what to believe. After all the ghost could have just as easily been the devil himself for all we knew.
In the first act of the play, King Hamlets ghost emerges in front of some sentinels and Hamlets frien...
For Sam, caring was to love her sister, and to save one of her classmates from dying. This classmate, Ju...
“This is real, I know I’m dead, and I already told you to stop whispering.” She uttered the last part more aggressively than the rest of her sentence. Philip was shocked, he was flabbergasted, he felt ready to pass out or call for his mother like he use to when he was afraid.
his prison and roam at nights. The ghost then calls upon Hamlet to avenge the murder.
The child’s game had ended. After I nearly ran Kurtz over, we stood facing each other. He was unsteady on his feet, swaying like the trees that surrounded us. What stood before me was a ghost. Each layer of him had been carved away by the jungle, until nothing remained. Despite this, his strength still exceeded that of my own. With the tribal fires burning so close, one shout from him would unleash his natives on me. But in that same realization, I felt my own strength kindle inside me. I could just as easily muffle his command and overtake him. The scene flashed past my eyes as though I was remembering not imagining. The stick that lay two feet from me was beating down on the ghost, as my bloodied hand strangled his cries. My mind abruptly reeled backwards as I realized what unspeakable dark thoughts I had let in. Kurtz seemed to understand where my mind had wandered; it was as though the jungle’s wind has whispered my internal struggles to him. His face twisted into a smile. He seemed to gloat and enjoy standing by to watch my soul begin to destroy itself.
A streak of blackened blood led straight to his intact brain, still lying in the ditch, wet and drenched in oil. My mind went blank and instead of terrified, it grew in curiosity. This was the day that I came to a realization.
Although Hamlet does not act on instinct; he does understand what it is telling him to do, "Even when he doubts, or thinks he doubts, the honesty of the Ghost, he expresses no doubt as to what his duty will be if the Ghost turns out to be honest" (Bradley 80).
learn how to survive. He didn’t let the people know he was scared. The only way to
...en a strange feeling down his spine again, as if something was breathing on his neck. He turned slowly… seeing if someone was behind him and then boom! The figure was right there, about seven feet away, trying to grab him with his big, skinny, hands, with his sharp and dark fingernails that could rip a man’s heart out… He fell down, so surprised by the strange figure.
‘I’ve been feeling weird all day.’ Shawn thought while lying down on the hospital bed fully awake. Upon hearing a sound, Shawn’s head shot up. ‘Sounds like someone’s coming, wait, it sounds like more than one person. I’m counting two. Huh, that’s weird, it’s 3:30 in the morning and the nurse already went through here on her rounds half an hour ago, strange.’ Shawn mused surprised. The footsteps were coming closer to his room so Shawn closed his eyes feigning sleep.
The teachers come, a large man begins CPR while the girl remains benevolent, in a matronly position, kneeling and cradling Al’s head in the cushion of her palms. Through it all she does not look up, even when spurts of blood from Al’s mouth reach her face and eyes, that blood built up within his orifice gurgling and geysering with each push of the teacher’s fists into his lungs. She does not turn from her grisly heroic task, though her arms shake from restraining and then supporting Al’s head, as she calmly reassures others that it will be all right. After seeing Al safely away with the EMTs, she takes only a few moments to collect herself, then, claiming no credit...