It was a bright and cheery morning when Zane awoke in the castle. It had been two years since he had said goodbye to Josselyn to save her, yet he was still no where close to returning to her. He can only imagine how furious and worried she must be. Zane still does not know why he possesses the same magical abilities as the shadow men. The shadow men had been training him and testing his abilities, but nothing had come of it. They talked in hushed tones just low enough that he couldn’t hear and left the room every time he entered. His frustration was starting to drive him crazy. He just wants answers, but no one will give him any; they don’t even talk to him. They always kept him locked in his room unless he was training or being tested. His room was nice enough; with many windows for light, a big pillowy bed with fine bedding, and a spacious living area for him to pace, but he just didn’t have anything to do during free time. The only entertainment he had was a bookcase loaded high with many books and a pen with a notebook. In the past two years, Zane had looked through all the books, but never sat down and read one. He figured that the important details would just jump out at him, though he had no idea what he is looking for. He wanted to write letters to Josselyn but what could he say? ‘sorry I left you two years ago and have nothing to show for it’ or ‘how are you? I’m fine, just learning nothing and have no reason for why I had to leave you.'
A knock at the door jolted Zane out of his daydreaming. He got up and opened the heavy wooden door. A shadow man stood before him. It was the same shadow man that came every morning. As usual, Zane greeted him, receiving no response in return. They then walk down the fa...
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...t to thank him for helping her father during her absence. When she entered R’s room he was awestruck by her beauty. She had long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked at R like she could see his soul. He fell in love with her at that moment and knew he could not leave her. Her name was even more magical, Evangeline.
Zane dropped the book. He stared open mouthed at the wall with one thought running through his head. It’s his mother and R has to be his father! It repeated over and over in his head. The door opened and a shadow man appeared. He beckoned for Zane to come. Zane refused and attempted to pick the book up, but before he could reach it the book flew into the shadow man’s hands. Zane screamed in rage. He wanted to keep reading and find out more about his father. Two more shadow men appeared, dragging Zane out of the room screaming.
Because he never backs down from anything he starts, Christopher’s pursuit to solve Wellington’s murder remains his primary focus, although Christopher experiences problems throughout the book that affect his resolve. His father affects Christopher negatively from his lies; as a result, the dishonesties turn out to be the central focus in the story. His father made him leave the house to go find Christopher’s mother who he did not know existed. His mom tried to hug Christopher when he got there and he blatantly describes how he hates being touched by his own family members. Christopher’s mom goes in for a hug but he shoves her away so hard that he falls over. Christopher states, “And I pushed her away because she was grabbing me and I didn’t like it, and I pushed really hard and I fell over” (Haddon 191). Christopher feels awful about the incident with his mother and ends up getting along exceedingly sound. Family disputes led to most of the problems in the novel, however, the issues made the book more interesting. Every time Christopher’s dad would mess up with him, his father would come running back to Christopher apologizing for what he did or the way he acted. Christopher’s father was good at taking care of him most of the time but then again was not an straightforward family member all the time. Christopher did not consider his
...r to say that she loves him; and even, to remove her wooded leg as some bazar display of trust. All before reliving his hollow bible and making off with her artificial Limb
In the second stage, the cave dweller can now see the objects that previously only appeared to him as shadows. “Will he not fancy that the shadows which he formerly saw are truer th...
The darkness of her bedroom crept into her body. As time progressed the sounds of the evening grew louder leaving her in a state of fear. Amongst the dark room she would see the shadow of someone standing outside her bedroom window. She didn’t know why someone would want to hurt her. Afraid to tell her parents she found refuge underneath the sheets of her bed. After several sleepless nights she spoke to her mother about the mysterious person outside her window. Her mother shrugged it off and told her that no one was there and not to worry. Her mother believed that this was either her imagination or eating too close to her bedtime. However, Elyn was determined to catch this mysterious man. Next, she enlisted the help of her brother Warren. Frightened they hid in the closet waiting to capture the bandit. Unfortunately, this heroic attempt was unsuccessful as the bandit never revealed himself to anyone but her. Soon it became apparent to everyone that no one was outside her window. But, these feelings of a watchful eye never fled her. As a result, Elyn spent many nights terrified underneath her sheets only falling a sleeping from
This man portrays a sad, non-confident, scared life as we can see on the lines 1 to 3. We experience first hand the lack of control, the terrorizing feelings this door holds for this child:
to answer her. Finally after a few minutes she met a droplet named Haily and they became friends. That was the final part of the
The next morning, Maggie filed a police report about seeing the young boy in their house the previous night prior to her husband’s death. The police went to the Wilson’s house to investigate, but the boy was gone and there was no sign of any unusual activity. The three of them went back to their home where they mourned the loss of their dad and husband. The next night went smooth, they all stayed in the guest bedroom, avoiding the room where they had seen the young boy, and the room where Joe died. Two days later, at Joe’s funeral, Reagan spotted a young boy that looked like the boy she saw floating into her room that dreadful night. Reagan rushed over to her mom and Chandler to tell them what she saw. The night of the funeral, thunderstorms moved in and a big gust of wind blew a tree limb down onto the power lines adjacent to their house. This caused a power outage in the middle of the night followed by a loud lightning strike, which woke Maggie up. Suddenly an image appeared to be floating toward her. The shadow immediately made her think of the young boy they saw the other day. Before Maggie could call the police, the young boy strangled her to death. Her screams woke Reagan and Chandler up. They hid under the covers crying and hoping the young demon boy would go away. However,
Shadows prowled the streets looking for an opportunity to strike their prey. How am I supposed to live here? Not after what happened four years ago”This place looks like a war zone. As he walked down the street people flew in the shadows like ghosts looking for someone to possess.”They know what I did!” He wailed. Jack was 12 years old about 5’2” 90 lbs. His mahogany hair hung down to about his shoulders and curled up at the end. His rusty eyes seemed to match his pupils forming an endless pit of brown.
Moon Shadow is a young boy that wonders all the time about the Land of the Golden Mountain. A few months before he was born, his father went there to work. Never in his life has he seen his father before and he dreams of how he looks like because his mother and grandmother talk about him. Moon Shadow always asks questions about him and the “demons”. The demons lynched his grandfather and his mother and grandmother are worried the same thing will happen to his father. One day, Handclap came to deliver a letter from his father and asked Moon Shadow to come back with him to America. He accepted it. He was scared at first when he arrived, but he got reunited with his father. His uncle though, calls him Windrider. Moon Shadow has no idea because
It towered above every other house in the street. As they approached it her captor knocked on the door three times. The door opened. They walked inside; the door locking itself after they had entered. A shadow came towards her and stepped into the fading light; revealing a girl who looked about Marley's age.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
Furthermore, after he left the bathroom, he couldn’t find Keisha Keisha Keisha. After searching the entire house top to bottom, he couldn’t find Keisha Keisha Keisha, so he decided to leave. As he opened the front door, he saw two faint shadows on the sidewalk in front of the house. When he closed the door, he could clearly see the figures were Keisha Keisha Keisha and the man from behind the shower curtain.
Izaya...?" you asked, knocking lightly on his door. When he didn't answer, you invited yourself in. You'd never been in the male's room before and it was surprisingly simple for such a complex man such as Izaya. "Awww he's asleep!" you thought to yourself. He looked like an angle, pale face and all!
much she loved him, missed him, and how she had wanted to start a life with him. Because of
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’