I couldn’t do anything but start crying. As I was crying, I figured out that my cat was just chasing me. That day had quickly transformed from a fun day full of coloring to a scary chase. Transformation obviously create fear. This can be seen in the following three stories as well.
The sun places a strange orange glow over the hopeless deaths from the cruel city created. I start sorting through the piles of different items. I look at the old movie player, choosing to take the unusual object down last. I check to see what was in the boxes before throwing them through the small hole on the floor, hitting the hallway below with a thud. My eyes are drawn towards a cardboard box already taped in the corner of the attic.
Suddenly, John lunged forward and tried to punch Jimmy in the face. Quickly, Jimmy grabbed the Hard book and brought it down on John 's skull. John 's fluffy fingers trembled and his wobbly toenails wobbled. He looked Sad, his body raw like a glorious, grubby guillotine. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground.
Once Dookie finally understood what was happening, he yanked the chains off himself and made a run for it. The Rider grew angry and threw one of his chains onto the ground. It started chasing Dookie and finally caught hold of him. It slithered up his leg and started to squeeze him. The Rider yanked on it with all his might causing Dookie to fly back.
Grabbing the camcorder, I activated its night vision feature and surveyed my surroundings. The chamber that I was in resembled a decrepit hospital room, with large shards of broken glass lining the edge 's of the room 's peeling walls and a cracked porcelain counter-top containing a rusty sink. I rubbed my head and immediately felt the rough polymer bandages that were swathed tightly around my forehead, the dried blood coming off in flakes on my hands like dandruff. I then peered at the adjacent chambers, noticing a dead body in one chamber and toppled furniture in the other. How is that possible?
I sighed as I woke to my normal setting of dreary gray stone. I rose from my bed my eyes still bleary with sleep I tripped over something. I bent down to see what I had tripped over it was a small wooden chest held with a clamp about the size of my pinky finger, my hands began to shake and my eyes started to tear up as I realized that this was the last gift I had ever received
When he finally made it to an available nurse he barley said in between breaths “Room...134...she...her heart monitor...stopped.” She heard this and immediately ran towards her room. Tony barely could keep up with her and heard her say “Doctors we have a situation in room 134 I need assistance right now!”They finally made it to the room and declared her dead at the spot. “No...No this can’t be happening!” Tony said starting to cry. “Tony” a man that he didn’t recognize said as he walked into the room. “My name is Dr. Moore I need to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it.” Tony thought for a second and finally answered “I’m ready.
When Winston finished writing in his diary, there was a knock at the door. He thought it was the Thought Police, but it was only Mrs. Parsons. Winston was very worried because he had committed thoughtcrime while writing in his diary. Another suspenseful contributor is when Winston and Julia are walking towards each other. In this scene, Julia trips and falls, Winston then helps her up.
"Take the back door. Run until you drop and don 't look back, do you hear me?" Darian 's outrageously curly hair fell over his eyes as he nodded erratically and scrambled to his feet. In the next second, he was gone and Ephanias immediately forgot about him as the creature advanced on him, screaming and lunging with all eight of its hairy legs aimed to pierce his body. He sighed, drawing a runed dagger from his belt.
With walls covered in shredded wallpaper, the nursery Gilman describes is far from being appealing. “The wallpaper, as I said before, is torn off in spots… Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out here and there, and this great heavy bed which is all we found in the room, looks as if it had been through the wars.” (Gilman 320) Confined in a room that only has an old bed and desk, Jane has little to do other than write, and fantasize about the images that she begins to see in the wallpaper. By providing minimalistic furniture, Gilman adds to the overall setting of isolation. Not only is Jane cutoff from society, but bars on the windows prevent her physical escape. Gilman notes this key feature in order to show how the narrator can look upon the outside world, but yet not fully participate.