“He gathered the boy somewhat closer and thought, Evil has only the power that we give it. I give you nothing. I take it back. Starve. Starve. Starve…. The boy and his stricken and bruised conclave of monsters, his felt but half seen…
A boy laid the middle of the road in the outskirts of the small village. Bruises and gashes covered the young man from head to toe. The wounds still slowly oozed blood from his head onto the ground. He laid where the local guards had thrown him after beating him.…
The boy in the story is the protagonist. The author introduces you to the boy in the begining of the story. Biecre lets you know the boy is young first by telling you he is a child of young age and second by describing the actions of the boy. Bierce tells us the boy was frightened by a rabbit, "Advancing from the bank of the creek, he suddenly found himself confronted with a new and more formidable enemy: in the path that he was following, bolt upright, with ears erect and paws suspended before it, sat a rabbit! With a startled cry the child turned and fled, he knew not in what direction, calling upon his mother, weeping, stumbling, his tender skin cruelly torn by brambles, his little heart…
The animal had a body of half dog and the head of a rabbit Bell was very startled by the discovery and did what every southerner would do and shot it several times the animal vanished. He thought nothing more about the incident until after dinner when his family and Bell himself began hearing beating on the outside of the house. The sounds began increasing frequency and force each night Bell and his family usually woke each night and rush outside to see what the cause was but always came up with nothing. Within the following weeks the children woke up frightened complaining that rats were gnawing at their bedposts and bed covers pulled from them and their pillows tossed onto the floor by a seemingly invisible entity. The youngest of the bells Betsy had the worst encounter with the invisible entity it would pull her hair and slap her relentlessly, often leaving welts and hand prints on her face and…
With many of the slave states no longer part of the U.S., Lincoln encouraged states with very few slaves to abandon slavery. He passed a law providing monetary compensation to any state willing to emancipate its slaves. During the war, Lincoln issued the Preliminary Emancipation Proclamation, which instilled fear in the Confederate states by stating that he would emancipate all slaves in the Confederacy, if they did not surrender by the end of the year. His attempt was futile, and the Confederacy did not let up.…
“And I was frightened…and then I saw something moving among the trees, something big and horrid.” p.106…
On the weary night, a shadowy beast wandered into the town of Hadleyville. Attracted by the light and singing of the town’s tavern, the beast punch opens the door. The pieces of broken door flew across the tavern hitting liquor bottles and people inside. The men, too drunk with moonshine, are only able to make out the beast contour marked with moonlight. “Mooooooan-shiieein” screams the beast.…
This story exemplifies a young boy’s growth in moral education, as well as, his realization that there are consequences for his actions. Wright uses the title to foreshadow the bildungsroman theme in the story. Although the story strongly exemplifies a coming-of-age narrative, it also portrays a sort of coming-of-(r)age. Dave, the main character, is exhausted with society treating him like a child. “One of these day he was going to get a gun and practice shooting, then they couldn’t talk to him as though he were a little boy.”(1062) He believes that by purchasing a gun than he will be respected as a man. “Could kill a man with a gun like this. Kill anybody, black or white. And if I were holding his gun in his hand nobody could run over him; they would have to respect him.” (1065) After purchasing the gun, he hides it from his mother and lies to her about the gun’s whereabouts. This exemplifies only a fraction of his childish behavior. Dave then carries the gun with him as he goes to work for Mr. Hawkins in the field. While playing with the dangerous weapon, he fires the gun and it wounds one of Mr. Hawkins’s mules. When Mr. Hawkins learns about what Dave has done, he approaches Dave with an agreement on how Dave may repay him for killing his mule. However, Dave continues to feels that he is not considered as an equal to the adults. Later at night, Dave decides to carry his gun to…
“The Derry Journal contains the following account of a sense of terror and alarm which occurred in a quiet village, but a few evenings since in consequence of a farmer of reliable veracity knocking up his sleepy neighbors to defend their homes and their firesides against a host of bloodthirsty, who were in march for their well-stocked farmyards. After some delay a great number of the male inhabitants were brought…
* Pg. 101- Presented almost as innocent, pure and childlike as the monster discovers fire and shows his curiosity and excitement for it, “I found a fire which had been left by some wandering beggars and was overcome with delight at the warmth I experienced from it”, “I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out again with a cry of pain”…
I was one of those happy children who are studiously kept in ignorance of ghost stories, of fairy tales, and of all such lore as makes us cover up our heads when the door creeks suddenly, or the flicker of an expiring candle makes the shadow of a bed-post dance upon the wall, nearer to our faces. (3-4)…
Born in the 1950’s the world was recovering from World War II. Being the youngest out of 5 brothers and sisters meant he was the baby. Technology was just getting started. Television came out in the 1950’s, but being born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico electricity was still rare there. But my dad was privileged to live in the biggest house in the city, at the time. “We used candles until I was 8.” My dad smiles as he remembers the times when he would sit the table with his siblings exchanging scary stories. “They would say if you would go out into the woods at night by yourself you would see this devil-like creature that had one horse foot, and a big hat. But since I was the most daring, I went out one night, five blocks away from home, to try to find it but my mother came out and found me and dragged me by my ear all the way home.” “I was raised in a Catholic oriented home, that meant I had to put god first before anything else. And if I was bad I would get a punishment.”…
A feminist wrote this reading. There is no coincidence for that. While, she will listen Beatrice’s story she will interpret it from a feminist perspectives. Beatrice speaks about a horse contest and how dispute with her father about the horse bet. When Beatrice narrates her story, the events that she mentions seams significant and important to Borland. Thus, Borland assumes that Beatrice was discriminated by her father as horses are associated with men and are their domain. Borland also assumes that by divorcing Beatrice was seeking self-strength and was fighting for feminist values. The reading demonstrates how two people could interpret differently the same thing (in this case the audiotaping). Borland interpreted the story with feminist…
It looked small and cosy and felt like a home but I couldn’t help notice a peculiar tree, which hung heavily over the abandoned hut. I followed the tree up and down in great detail until I reached the shrub. I was stunned by what my eyes had seen, confused incase my mind was playing games; it was like it was delusional. I blinked once; twice; three times. The image didn’t even glitch out of sight. Still there was a thin white figure who was hunched up in a small compact ball leaning against the large tree-trunk, the figures long black hair draped over her knees as she clutched strongly onto a razor sharp knife dripping with deep red blood...…
Snow started to shower as if on a peaceful rainy night and I look for any opening, trying to escape this creature that was following me. I could make out a large building figure ahead and ran directly to it, exhorting my energy as I advanced through the shivers in my body and aching bloodstained legs. An old tainted church-like mansion appeared as the fog cleared and I forced my way up the frigid sleet hill and onto a rusty pavement beside the building. I leaned upon the 5-metre tall wooden door trying to hear any sound coming from inside the outsized building, trying to sense any civilisation as the sky slowly turned into a rich black shade. I knocked onto the polished door, trying to depict a reaction from the owner that might've lived in this secluded place. Lights started to rapidly appear above the door and forming a luminous loop around the entire mansion, whilst the door blew open with such force that I was knocked back onto my spine. I tried to scamper away on my knees as a spine-chilling sensation started to form from what was a supernatural…