Staying Afloat
As I stride through the enchanting passageway leading to booming music hall, the symphony of people dancing and singing in unison is dragging me in by the hand. There are many luminous flashing lights and a spectacular array of various people and cultures: some adolescents to developed individuals who are dressed in all different fashions, from hipster to goth to more mature folk who are simply blessed to be a part of this beautiful aura.
Fighting my way through an ocean of people who are as strong and tall as crashing waves, I make my way to the alluring drink stand opposite the stage. I wait patiently in the never ending line of party goers awaiting their beverage - the familiar stink of sweat and alcohol is welcoming. The atmosphere is homely, each individual sway in unison, in a trance to the beat of the music. It is an exceptional sight to behold, complete strangers harmonising as if they had been great friends for years. I sip on my beer and sway with the crowd admiring the sheer delight conveyed from the scenery. Damn, I feel alive.
The stereo is booming as loud as thunder composing abstract blares. There is a rumble in the crowd and
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People scatter like a school of panicked fish hunting for nonexistent safety. He is now menacingly standing at the edge of the balcony ostentatiously gazing at the carnage he has caused. The fact that some psychopathic idiot could feel amusement from tormenting innocents must be diseased. Damned to rot on earth and infect people with brutality and irrationalism. The brute swiftly pulls some sort of weapon from behind his back and aims. The scattered innocents become an arcade game, being shot at like trapped pigs squealing for life in an inclosed pen. The shots are thunderous yet I’m gradually becoming immune to the blaring; assumedly from adrenaline caused by my intense fear and willingness to stay
This description of the sounds is giving the readers a look at what will be happening later in the
The air is heavy with the smell of gunpowder. All across the horizon is littered with bodies. The cries of children can be heard, piercing through the fog. All the carnage, this sadness carried through the breeze. This could all be stopped with one thing.
"I'm beating him up. Hundreds of children at the school that day survived the shooting, but the horrors have been especially difficult to overcome for some of the 6- and 7-year-olds who witnessed the bloodbath” (Adam Lanza). These children are so afraid that loud noises give them panic attack. No child should suffer in the way that they
Beowulf the epic poem and Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde both have some sort of way of portraying evil in our english literature beowulf “the hero” was created some time in the 7th and 8th century by an unknown anglo saxon poet. Beowulf background info. States “comes from the OLD ENGLISH or ANGLO-SAXON Literary and Historical period of what was then ancient Britannia. This period of Old English extends from about 450 to 066, the year of the Norman-French conquest of England led by William of Normandy or known as William the Conqueror.” According to About Education “Beowulf may have been composed as an elegy for a king who died in the seventh century, but there is little evidence to indicate whom that king may have been.”
Deep River is a book written by Shusaku Endo. In the book with you can read 4 main stories about seeking to find oh rather said looking to be more spiritual by following the ritual and myths in a way to be in a better spiritual connection. Each character has a very important role because one of them is in search of something that helps them to understand and manage their spirituality and emotions in a way that is comfortable. Something very curious about the book is that each chapter is mentioned with the name case. For each story gave me an idea of how I would develop the story.
My audience in the theater were pretty rowdy at the beginning of the film just after the trailers, but the first few minutes, that show methodical man with a high-powered sniper rifle fixing his crosshairs on the heads of young women and children. At which point, the rowdy audience members fell into a stunned silence as the killer on the screen proceeded to kill five innocent people, mostly women, by shooting them in the head from over 300 yards away. There is no music during this sequence, or in the film as a whole. The only sounds are the deafening gunshots and the screams of a frightened crowd. Right off the bat, we know that this film isn’t messing around.
It makes the overall work more dark and robust.” Avery said that the variety and doctoring of the sounds made her feel disassociated from her surroundings and engaged in the new occurrences within the video. There is not one specific fear or theme to focus on, but rather a
This world has been and continues to be scarred with constant, horrific, deadly, and painful events that affect hundreds of families. The unexpected mass shootings, school gun-downs, ramming of crowds, the bombing of a populated area, and dozens more, are now expected to appear in our news feed, but serious changes to prevent these disasters rarely occur. But the question is, how many more children have to die? How many more families need to be destroyed? How many more innocent
Caught by the Sea: My Life on Boats Caught by the Sea: My Life on Boats is about the Gary Paulsen’s life on the sea. In this book he talks about his main voyage. Mr. Paulsen just got out of the army and had nothing to do and nowhere to be. For some reason he wanted to go see the beach so bad that he felt like he was going to die.
“That whole vicious thing! He made it as vicious, as sickening as he could! The blood-all that blood! Oh, I will never forgive him for it! He wanted it to kill me, too" (Guest 237).
This sensibility not only combats the accusations that disco is not a legitimate form of music, but also provides minorities and oppressed groups a safe space that differs from those that rock and punk may provide. These differences in how disco allows people to be fabulous come through in the aspects
He kills others physically because of these remarks from people who don’t know his character. This motivating and energizing his
I leapt from the diving board my rescue tube in hand, the air whooshing past my ears and adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a resounding splash, the swimming pool’s cool crisp water surrounded me. As I tore through the water, I looked up and saw the victim, a young woman in her twenties. A wide eyed, terrified expression was on her face as she sank underwater. I swam towards her body with all of my strength
Smooth, oval rocks lined the bank of the secretive lake. Discarded and neglected; overlaid with spongy moss and choked by fallen, decaying leaves from the unclothed and withering trees above. As the lake swelled around the ashen boulders, icy, black water lifelessly lapped against the long, thin beams of wood holding up a rickety pier. The structure was covered in splinters and ragged, iron nails, and as it reached out into the centre of the sombre lake, it became more and more distant. Half-cut beams lined the sides of the pier, as nettle patches hissed from the shore when the water drew too near.
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.