in love with prey.
in love with prey.
I rose from sleep and went searching for anyone to spend time with, but they all seemed to be frozen, like statues in a museum. I tapped on the shoulder of Jake, but he didn't move or even blink, and I screamed in terror and tasted metallic blood on my tongue. What is happening? I thought to myself as I sprinted to my room and tried, unsuccessfully, to fall back asleep. Eventually, I could, and when I woke up, the world seemed like it was back to normal, with the sound of people's laughter and conversations filling the once empty space.…
“I done a bad thing… I done a bad thing”, Lennie continued to mutter as if I a trance. He took off his hat and went down to eat some wild ‘shrooms growing by the stream. Lennie slowly picked up the shroom and placed the tiniest shaving into his mouth; He struggled against the urge to spit it back out but eventually swallowed it. Immediately Lennie’s stomach yelled out in pain and his mouth went dry. His brain was screaming at him for water yet Lennie’s body wasn’t following his orders to move and get some water. “Tis it” Lennie thought, “Looks like I aint gonna get to tend the rabbits anyways” and with one last attempt he tried to move towards the river but just fell head over heels. Lennie looked up at the sky and in his mind he created an image of a rabbit into a cloud” You did it again “stated the rabbit. Where ever you go you always seem to cause trouble, you always fail” and with that Lennie’s eyes flickered then fell towards the ground and Lennie felt himself fall into a deep sleep jut inches from the safety of the river.…
The father thinks back to Della’s funeral and seeing how sad Eric was crying against the doorway. Eric was seen as gentle and understanding to his father who was tumbling over his words. When the father brings up a childhood story about the mother, Eric is “wary” and “twitches” up, and tensions builds when Eric wants to know when it was said and the father “‘can’t remember’” (33, 37). The father desperately wants to remember Della by telling Eric a story of how she fell asleep as a child. When her name is mentioned, it is like ripping up a band-aid to Eric, and he gets annoyed with his father for bringing up a painful memory that he is trying to let go of. The fact that the father can’t be remember when Della told him the story adds to Eric’s annoyance when he lets out a yawn. In the next paragraph, the father expresses his fear of losing his memories of his wife which shows why he wants to continue to talk about her as Eric is trying to do the opposite and forget. When Eric remembered the story of the “spark,” it “surprised” his father because it was the first time that he had talked about something involving Della in “weeks” (43, 44). Eric brings up a story about when he was little and the family was watching a fireworks show; and a…
I awoke today with the light streaming into my room and hearing the birds chirping in the distance. As I regained my conscience, I smelled the mold and felt damp room conditions all around me that imprisoned me. It reminded me of what would have happened only in a nightmare. It was only yesterday that Corey, Nurse, Hale and I had gone to help the accused women. So many times I felt that I could win the battle, yet just as many times I could feel the rope slipping through my fingers.…
“Do you remember what made you fall?” His eyes continued their roaming across my face. “I don’t know, I must have just lost my balance. It must have been that. I did have this idea, this feeling that when you were standing there beside me, y— I don’t know, I had a kind of feeling. But you can’t say anything for sure from just feelings. And this feeling doesn’t make any sense. It was a crazy idea, I must have been delirious. So I just have to forget it. I just fell,” he turned away to grope for something among the pillows, “that’s all.” Then he glanced back at me, “I’m sorry about that feeling I had.” I couldn’t say anything to this sincere, drugged apology for having suspected the truth. He was never going to accuse me. A Separate Peace page 58…
Mark Dubious, intense green eyes held Lila's for a second, before his knee pressed into her thighs, and he held her arms pinned with a forearm, and dipped his head. The killers lips and teeth found the soft skin of her neck, and the hot breath of his pants floated against her Dubious licked, sucked, and issued gentle bites to her flesh "I want to make you forget about your husband. About everything.. His free hand hefted the weight of her breasts in his palm, squeezing them, and pinched the peaks of her nipples through fabric, before it glided down her abdomen and came to rest between her legs, under the dress. "Except pleasure." Was the bitch wet for him? She wouldn't be next time, when that pleasure would, instead, be…
The rumbling of the wagon. The clacking from the horses. A vigorous smell from the wild plants. The shivers that I get at night. I couldn’t stand it. I stood up from my two feet and began to walk towards to someone that I would know of. “Hey, Pa when are we gonna stop?” I asked. You may be wondering why my Pa isn’t sleeping at this kind of hour. Well, I can tell you why. He can’t sleep at night either.…
Anderson began writing novels and short stories in 1909 as self help therapy. Anderson was being plagued with business and financial worries. He would argue about work with his wife constantly, causing tension to mount between them. On November 12, 1912, Anderson got up and walked out of his business in the middle of the day. He had been working long hours for weeks, with no days off. Combine this with the daily stress of arguing with his wife and you have an overworked man under deep psychological stress. When Anderson was asked why he left work, he said it was a "Conscious rejection of business." After seeing a doctor, Anderson learned that he had suffered a mental breakdown resulting in temporary amnesia. After this unfortunate event,…
"I think he's in the spare room" she said and I nodded walking to spare room that contained all of my clothes and the desk. Blake was asleep, his head resting on his open laptop, making little snoring sounds. There were pages hung up everywhere on the wall, including photos of Nash, birth records, other bits of writing. He heard me walk in and looked up tired.…
Her family was getting ready to leave so they could go into hiding the next day. The next day, Anne told her father, “I slept, father. Wasn’t that funny?” I knew it was the last night in my own bed, and yet I slept soundly.” Anne wasn’t too scared, or nervous to sleep.…
It wasn’t hard for me to drift off that night, the breeze smelled of summer, and had such a nice warmth to it, the warmth was magical, soft--acting like a lullaby--lulling me to sleep. Wind rushed through the window, no longer a soft breeze, but a cold dagger, cutting through my slumber like glass. I jolted awake, my face still stained from the tears now freezing against my skin. Lights from the street lamps below shone into my room brighter than they had earlier that night, there were shards of glass all over my bench that sat next to the now broken window, the wind must have blown it open.…
I think the sheer initial impact of forgetting his memories, forgetting his identity and forgetting his life was a frightful experience. He woke up unaware of this contemporary world and the turmoil’s today. Yet slowly he remembers. He remembers clues of his past which mostly frighten him. The clue of the dog reminded him of his fear of dogs and how he and his father wondered into the forest for a strange reason and got attacked by a dog. Another example would be the clue of Amy Hertz. It was because of her phone nerd call about his family which made him suspicious. But I felt he was more afraid then inquisitive. Afraid to find something that would change his life forever. After discovering the two birth certificates, Brint states how he reacted, how he trembled, he shook and had the shimmers (As stated in page 65) which are all signs of fear. Finally the clue of the Gray man. Despite the resent he had for remembering and not having the courage to face the reality of his past, the truly alluring taste of figuring out the truth was too captivating. However he wasn’t willing to tell it. He didn’t want the situation to arise again and him to deal with the situation. copied and pasted off the internet He wanted the problem to be covered up and forgotten. On page 107 Brint states how he retreats because he was getting to close to remembering. He wasn’t brave enough to face the truth. But Brint later forced him to…
Everyone just stood in the cold and the dark classroom looking at the empty closet they had released Margot from. Looking at Margot’s cold, raw face staring at them made everyone uncomfortable. Nobody said anything to anyone, but you could hear the teacher hollering to find the kids. Everyone is still continuing to stand there with their dead expressions on their faces. The teacher found them all and instantly everyone started weeping because of what crime act they’ve all just committed. The teacher was very confused on why everyone was crying, but Margot, the one who should be crying. William had to admit what they’ve done because he knew they would all get in trouble.…
We went to go see the Professor today and it was quite confusing he didn’t give us direct answers just figurative language. We came out more confused than when we had walked in but still my thoughts were interrupted by other thoughts of big bombs dropping on our house and smashing into pieces. I couldn’t think about anything everything I thought of was interrupted by bombs and battlefields (basically my prediction of the future) I was given some odd information from the professor. And the two questions that kept me up at night Is Edmund lying or Lucy lying? Who is telling the truth? And the biggest one of all is Lucy sick mad devastated? That was a nightmare. The thoughts inside my head caused sleepless nights and scary thoughts caused nightmares…
He woke up to the sound of crashing rain against the barred window. He remembered where he was just by sniffing the air, even before opening his eyes. Throwing his bed sheet off, he jumped to the ground and rummaged under the bed until his fingers clasped around what he had been looking for. He pulled the shoebox out and sat back down on the bed, thinking just how small the shoebox looked. How could something so small, hold 18 years worth of memories?…