The wind was howling; the rain was cascading down and pounding hard
against the ground. An occasional lightening bolt blazed across the
black velvet sky, lighting up a sinister figure, which could be seen,
dressed in black and almost camouflaged against the night.
The swamp-like earth oozed underneath his feet; like a snake emerging
from the mud. A stench of evil seemed to hang in the air around this
mysterious man, with his piercing, cold eyes and his bloodless,
expressionless face. His senses were occasionally alerted to a passing
car, which picked its way precariously amongst the numerous deep
potholes along the neglected road on the outskirts of the deserted,
crumbling town. Although many things happened around him however, he
seemed oblivious to everything, such was his fierce determination. He
even appeared unmoved as another lightening bolt flashed dramatically
in the late night sky and then climaxed in sound around his pointed
ears. As he slowly drew a sniper rifle and pointed it towards the
derelict house, it became sickeningly clear what his spine-chilling
intentions were.
The house he had in his sights was so bleak and so miserable it was
hard to imagine that it had ever been inhabited. A grisly sight of
simple blocks of dull, grey stone which the remaining paint was
peeling off met his glazer stares; crude walls which supported the
roof, with its broken and shattered stone tiles not escaping his
photographic memory, overgrown grass and weed hung across the
entrance, almost concealing the worm-eaten front door; his eyesight
was impeccable. Moss covered the slimy steps: he noted this in case he
needed to get closer ...
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... were caked, in mud. He took some
money out of the pocket of his leather jacket and handed it to the
assassin, who pocketed it as quickly as he could, as his hands were
frozen from standing out in the pouring wind and howling rain for two
whole hours. He now took apart the sniper rifle with the skill of a
master craftsman and packed it away safely in a black leather case. He
then took the cartridge case, wrapped it in paper and put in the bin,
which had all sorts of dead animals in it, such as cats who had eaten
the scraps thrown out. He put out his 20th cigarette that he had
smoked that night and put that in the bin as well. He now snuck out of
the alleyway and made for his black convertible car. He threw his
leather suitcase on the back seat, started the ignition and then
roared off into the night in a puff of smoke.
The heart was then burned and the corpse was pushed down the steps of the Aztec pyramid or temple.... ... middle of paper ... ... The food seemed to be what they grew, they ate.
The miserable surroundings Riis discusses throughout the length of his entire document focus on the tenement. The tenement is a building,
stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud. There is always something (49).”
...d his own ruin. His family is gone, and the thunderstorm that he headed towards has knocked a gutter “over the front door,” (Cheever 12) blocking his entrance.
was left in the street for days, rats would then get into the garbage and the
...) he was trying to interpret his pity feeling about Fortunatos death, but in reality he grew sick because of the catacombs, nitre, and dampness.
* Life was never easy for him. His stepmother wanted to make him miserable as punishment of her husband’s infidelity”. (paraphrased)
...ome the dream of attainment slowly became a nightmare. His house has been abandoned, it is empty and dark, the entryway or doors are locked. The sign of age, rust comes off in his hands. His body is cold, and he has deteriorated physically & emotionally. He is weathered just like his house and life. He is damaged poor, homeless, and the abandoned one.
Still gasping, she rummaged through the bag – feeling, smelling and glaring at the contents as she sorted through the endless bags of waste wishing for something edible. One by one, she drew another object or item from the bags and placed them to the side. The steady pace gradually increasing to a frantic search. Rubbish was soon flying everywhere as she raided the contents. She could feel the plastic bowls, cutlery and cups slowly mounting to her side, whilst the mere slump of shrivelled compost lay dismally on her right. Her face screwed up in frustration. I have to keep searching, I’ll find something, she encouraged herself. She yearned for satisfaction. She yearned for the taste of something other than dirt and river
encountered it. The Native Americans were able to use every part of the animal killed from the hide to
that faint invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-
Ranging from animals in the present time- lions, pigs, ants, otters, apes, poultry, mantis, spiders, scorpions, mice, etc., to approximately 100,000 years ago with the early humans, Neanderthals, to the beginning of the Mesozoic Era with possibly the first dinosaur, Coelophysis (Bossel et al 2001, Defleur et al 1999). The reasons for resorting to cannibalism vary according with their environment. Some animals resort to cannibalism for survival needs, ritual activities, or protecting their territory. This essay will look at animals that engaged in cannibalism across a large geological time scale.
raw to and a yellow fog, a filthy fog, evil smelling fog, a fog that
When writing the story of life, do not let anyone else hold the pen or wild things will transpire. Does man control his own destiny? In William Shakespeare’s Macbeth, the character Macbeth listens to three witches as they foreshadow his life. They first tell him that he will become King of Scotland, and this is when the immorality begins. One murder leads to another, and he spins himself into a web of paranoid chaos. He continues to go back to the witches to hear their prophecies about how his life will play out. William Shakespeare makes the roles of the witches imperative because they create the storyline and spark Macbeth’s actions, all while ruining his life.
‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’, written by J.K. Rowling, is an excellent example of a modern novel that uses medieval influences extensively. Many of the novel’s characters are based on medieval ideas and superstitions. The settings in the book resemble old medieval towns as well as castles. The book is also full of medieval imagery such as knights in armour, carriages etc. Whilst there is no time travel involved in the novel, the medieval period is used to such an effect that the reader is encouraged to ignore the fact that the book is set in the present.