It was a tranquil ,and foggy night in Sleepy Hollow. The town so quiet you can hear the crow chirp for miles. The moon beaming down on the town which reveals it’s frightening features. The people here are different , they keep to themselves and are very gloomy. Even the very few animals here are different. How is it possible that Ichabod is with Katrina and not me or with anyone else in this quiet town? I’m the one with the muscular arms and legs , the one with the pretty face , and the one with the strong horse. I found her first , how is she falling for a fool like Ichabod, He’s nothing like me , he has a big nose, a weak body , gigantic feet a total cluts ! I must do something to him , I need Katrina to myself. “ I challenge you to a dual “I say to Ichabod. A scrawny man is no match compared to me . We fight , and it goes on for 5 minutes. I was beating Ichabod , but then out of nowhere he gets a strength of power that knocks me to the ground , unconscious. …show more content…
The town dance is tonight and Ichabod has already asked Katrina , so the only way to win her back is to impress her with my great dancing skills. I steal Katrina out of Ichabod’s long boney arms , and dance with her. She smirks at my moves so therefore I know she is impressed . In the middle of our dance Ichabod grabs katrina from me , which now calls for revenge. The host yells out , “ Story time
When the children first arrive, the negative description of the place sets the tone. The tone created is dull and boring. For instance, the narrator describes the town as colorless and plain. “A string of houses, weathered grey or peeling gray paint” (39-40). The addition of cold weather also sets the tone since cold weather creates a gloomy atmosphere.
It was late in the evening when they first arrived. The beautiful shining moon was contrasted elegantly by the almost obsidian sky, a sky which seemed to hold so many mysteries from ignorant observers such as himself. It was a warm night, with little to no breeze, yet, everyone within the surrounding area property was stricken with goosebumps. Their arrival was signaled by shouting, and a large magnitude of gunfire. From his position in his quarters, he was able to observe the manor being ransacked by the men in blue.
The cold sensation of murky ground slowly but surely switched from soil to smooth stone, the flatness of it being significantly easier on Jack 's feet as he moved away from the entrance and further into Pitch 's lair. Emptiness hung in the air, silent if not for the creaking of lead cages. With his eyes flicking between the cages, stairwells, and the bright glittering globe in the center, Jack comes to the conclusion that the place might feel emptier more because of the lack of teeth canisters than anything else. "You thought everything would be all right, now that the darkness has subsided. Centuries of loneliness, gone.
Ichabod tried to evade the head of the horseman, but it was too late. It hit against his cranium with a tremendous crash and he was tumbled headlong into the dust and gunpowder. What had happened to him? Was he dead? He was not quite sure if he was in his room, but he knew he was not dreaming.
The headless horseman begins to charge towards me, getting ready to kill me. “Wait!” I say ecstatic I’ve come to make a deal with you. The Headless Horseman stops and listens. “ A man by the name of Ichabod, I need him dead fast, we both get two things out of this you get another head, and i'm left with Katrina and no one coming between me and her.”
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 Legend of sleepy hollow is a story about a guy named Ichabod Crane who is trying to win the heart of Katrina Van Tassel. The story is also kinda scary because it is also a ghost story. The story begins with Ichabod Crane moving into Sleepy Hollow New York from Connecticut. He was going to be a school teacher for the village. the town of sleepy Hollow is very small, and quiet but people say that there is a ghost lurking over the the town known has the headless horsemen.
The readings “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” by Washington Irving and The Monster by Stephen Crane are to amazing readings that have to distinctive views. For example, these two texts represent humans as animals, appearances, friendship, and conflict, which all tie up with society. Even though these concepts connect with society in some way, they each approach it with different tactics. Human as animal really makes an affect to both characters from these two readings like in “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” this concept is used as derisiveness rather in The Monster is used as nurturing. For example, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow says, “He was gaunt and shagged, with a ewe neck and a head like a hammer; his rusty mane and tail were tangled and knotted
Are there differences and similarities in “The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow” the short story from 1820 by Washington Irving and the movie “Sleepy Hollow” by the film star, Johnny Depp? Yes, there are differences and similarities. There is differences and similarities in the plot, characters, Ichabod’s profession, the philosophy of the Headless Horseman, Van Tassel’s party, Ichabod Crane and Brom Bone fighting over Katrina Van Tassel and, Brom Bones dressing up like The Headless Horseman. The differences between “The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow” the short story and “Sleepy Hollow” the movie are: Ichabod’s profession, the plot and, the philosophy of the Headless Horseman. In the short story Ichabod Crane is a teacher from Connecticut.
Ichabod is an itinerant who worked in one town to teach all the children at school. With his long arms, long, large green eyes, and lanky shoulders, he is usually being laughed at by his students. Not only does he teach, but he also taught signings. He also loved to read about witchcraft and was scared of ghost and ghouls! In paragraph 5 it states, “He loved to pass long winter evenings with old Dutch wives as they sat spinning by the fire, and listened with interest to their tales of ghosts and goblins-in particular, the legend of the headless horseman and also isn’t from Sleepy Hollow.
and he knew that Ichabod would get scared. When the party was over Ichabod went and got on a horse as fast as he could. That’s when he was going through the bridge that Brom was talking about and so Ichabod got scared. Brom decided to take advantage of that, so he followed him and through a pumpkin at Ichabod knocked him down later on that day which was morning already. The horse showed up in town but Ichabod didn’t
Could you imagine being chased by a headless man riding on a horse? “Sleepy Hollow” is about Ichabod Crane, a schoolmaster in the small town of Sleepy Hollow. Ichabod likes a girl named Katrina Van Tassel, but the only thing in his way is Brom Bones. The two versions of “Sleepy Hollow” incorporate many similarities and differences.
The imagery of the first poem greatly contrasts from the overall tone. In “A Barred Owl,” Richard Wilbur describes an owl frightening a child and waking her from her slumber. Wilbur sets the scene with dark imagery: “The warping night air brought the boom/ Of an owl’s voice into her darkened
“A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere. Some say that the place was bewitched by a high German doctor, during the early days of the settlement; others, that an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before the country was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson.” Washington Irving wrote The Legend of Sleepy Hollow in 1820. It is about a teacher, Ichabod Crane, who is chased away by the headless horseman.
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of