Haunting howls sounded through the small, decrepit settlement in the middle of the night, waking up the local peasantry and causing the cattle to break out of the old barn. The howls escalated, drowning out the screaming and crying that'd spread through the village, turning into ghastly roaring and the sound of burning wood, as the outermost houses went up in flames.
I stepped out of my house holding a hand ax. Everyone else already ran out out to calm down the cattle and rouse the other townsfolk, handing them pitchforks and axes, while I was given the task of hiding valuables in a secret cellar. The elder thought we could fend this attack off, but this time, he was wrong. While the men were getting ready for the fight of their lives, ten
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The men gathered up on the main road were visibly shaking, weapons pointed at the approaching pack, eyes locked on a few dreadful figures that emerged from the forest uphill. Tall, skeletal creatures, straight horns emerging from the sides of their elongated heads. They rode out of the woodland on equally bizarre, bony, hornless elk, swords and spears in hand. One of them let out a shrill cry, like a bird of prey descending on a defenseless lamb - the dogs yelped in response, picking up speed. The monstrosities ran faster than a galloping horse, turning more and more horrifying as they came into …show more content…
Looking in, I witnessed a terrifying scene - a crowd of animals, bunched up against each other, people behind them, shivering and crying. Behind me, the cries stopped, while the barking and roaring grew louder by the second. The idol they'd carried with them stood in the middle, contorted and charred, wooden face twisted into a sneering grin. Children cried, pointing at the figure as it's shadow danced in the light of the moon, the same fiery glow awakening in it's eyes. I pushed the doors open, letting the cattle run rampant as the animals escaped downhill, while the people followed close behind, with little hesitation, driven by a mix of fear and group mentality. The cattle and men mixed into a single stream, indistinguishable in the
The first two chapters, “A Darkling Plain” and “Prelude to Dust” explain human dislocation that developed from this drought. The next two parts, lets readers view the harsh conditions. Survivors of this crisis give the reader their perspective of the storm and how it tore down their community. The story then goes on to describe how humans misuse of these plains resulted in the “black blizzards,” that destroyed farms, homes, and top soil.
We were afraid at nigh in the winter. We were not afraid of outside though this was the time of year when snowdrifts curled around our house like sleeping whales and the wind harassed us all night, coming up from the buried fields, the frozen swamp, with its old bugbear chorus of threats and misery. We were afraid of inside, the room where we slept. At this time upstairs of our house was not finished. A brick chimney went up
“The baying of the hounds grew nearer, then still nearer, nearer, nearer.” (pg. 15) This showed how unpredictable and uncontrolled the wilderness was, with
James burst out of the wooden screen door of his farmhouse armed with a double-barreled shotgun, his black finger ready on the triggers and a primordial holler, “You son of a bitches! What have you done to my barn?” From the front porch of the farmhouse and across a small open plain of grass made damp by midnight dew, a barn cobbled together from warped boards and pieces of timber, and just big enough to store a cramped allotment of hay, field tools, a broken-down tractor, and a cantankerous panicking mule, stood alight. Flames screamed violently into the blackness of night, as though they were challenging the brightness of the stars. Trees that hung over the barn, and provided protection from the summer sun’s relentless rays, and reminded James of his wedding alter, now curled and cracked from the undeniable blaze.
His heart was pounding hard and he thought about how much he missed his hole and that he should’ve never had come. The head then warned his village that, “We are on immediate lockdown! Run to your houses and lock your door! We promise you that we will protect you all from danger.” Everyone panicked and ran to their houses which created confusion.
One day, on an early Thanksgiving morning, my family and I, drove out of Valdosta to a farm. Our goal, wasn't to buy a turkey but rather goats, chickens, and a rabbit. At first, what I saw were a big empty land of dirt, plowed and perhaps ready for the seeds to be planted. Out further, I could see the woods surrounding the land and a gathering of crows flying and dancing, with the sun high in the sky. There's also was a small wooden house and cluster of cages separated by a big metal fence.
There was undergrowth—a mat of brambles and bracken. There were no obvious paths. Dark and light came and went, inviting and mysterious, as the wind pushed clouds across the face of the sun.” (355) The "thing" in the story was symbolized as the terror
For once in her life, she was filled with both adrenaline and fear. Within the next few moments, the roaring stopped as she searched for a window to peer into. Astonished at the sight before her eyes, she knew she needed gather up as much courage as possible to finish her plan. In the prince’s place, she saw a large beast pacing back and forth. It was as if one of the dangerous creatures from one of the books she has read has come to life.
This allegory uses the story of the animals being targeted and grouped by the Terrible Things to symbolize what happened during the Holocaust. The animals symbolize the minorities and the Jewish people that were targeted by the Nazis. The Terrible Things are the persecutors and symbolize how the Nazis tormented and tyrannized over the groups they selected. The idea that “life went on almost as before" reflects the number of people during World War II that were able to ignore or deny the severity of what the persecuted experienced. People could not fathom such brutality, so they rationalized the cruel actions of the Nazis, instead of speaking out when necessary.
"Everyone to your houses, lock the doors, board the windows and any place that you can get into your house. " Said the voice through the loudspeaker in the middle of the old town where there are no flowers, only cowboys and crows, and horses. Right now the streets were littered with people scrambling to get to safety in their house. All of the people are rushing to get to their countryside house.
The author’s utilization of incantation provides a magical connotation. The storm casts a hex that conjures “the monstrous red thing that struck Piggy,” (163). The color red resembles danger which is shown through its hostility. Concurrently, the word monstrous has a frightful connotation attached to it. The object’s imagery is similar to a giant boulder, huge and intimidating.
The whole village was roused; some fled, some attacked me” (Shelley 93-94). The creature described how,
Tom has a journey which becomes a quest to help his village. One day a strange force came over the plains of Tom’s village. The force had animals scared running around because there was a brush of fires being sweep through the prairie. The farmers were scared too. A mysterious horseman with a curse spreading as fast as the stampedes.
Stampede of rhinos and elephants along with a pack of lions and tigers and with other groups of animals, large and small. Also, there where spirits of mountains, forests, water and air. They all come, they all fought, but the other side was not without magic... Unholy fire, black in collore, started to spread from circel of Necromansers, unholy mages with ambition
Outside, in the distance, hounds were crying. Blue was familiar enough with their voices; each fall, the Aglionby Hunt Club rode out with horses and foxhounds nearly every weekend. Blue knew what their frantic howls meant at that moment: They were on the