At that point he decided that he would be brave, for once: he would stand up and face his destiny with honor. But before all this, he would light a candle.He remained silent, breathing as slowly as he could, in the half light, feeling utterly alone and horribly confused. The Headless Horseman might have been very near, maybe in the same dark room as him. But apparently, for some strange reason, the monster had decided to spare his life.There he was, in his quiet and usual room. The warm light of the candle had wiped out all his fears.
It starts with a belief that Sierva is not possessed and that took over his life because he knew he had to do something to prove it. In a way a demon inside of him began to control his life. He is not possessed but by demon I mean that a new personality arouse, appeared in him, a new attitude that those who know him become confuse and cannot understand his actions; “The bishop was disturbed that he had not come to read at supper. Delaura realized he was floating on a personal cloud where nothing in this world or the next mattered except the horrific image of Sierva Maria debased by the devil” (118). He has become a new person and that was part of the first step in escaping from his recent life, he is only focused on Sierva Maria.
He just fled hoping that abandoning his creation would solve the problem.“ I stepped fearfully in: the apartment was empty, and my bedroom was also freed from its hideous guest. I could hardly believe that so great a good fortune could have befallen me, but when I became assured that my enemy had indeed fled, I clapped my hands for joy and ran down to Clerval.” (64) He was relieved to return to where the monster had once been to find that it was gone. Which meant that he thought it would vanish as if it never happened. However, that was not the case, he was not able to run away from his problems. “From you only could I hope for succour, although towards you I felt no sentiment but that of hatred.
Fear can make us do things we 'd never thought we 'd do. Some of us, let fear control our actions. For example, how the seventh man let fear get the best of him so instead of saving his best friend, he abandoned him and took off running. The seventh man was harsh on himself, he held in the darkness and guilt from that event until his latest years. He woke up drenched in sweat screaming.
Home is where people get comfort, but that’s not the case for Aphonso or just “Zo”. He lives in an unsafe community where there are burglars. When the burglars are at his front doorstep he is terrified. He doesn’t know what to do, but eventually he stands up for himself and fights his fear. In the short story “Fear” by Terry Trueman, Zo, the protagonist, is completely terrified in his house, alone, but he has a spark of confidence to stand up for himself and take action.
Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not…” (Shelley, 16.1). His reasons were selfish, to defy nature, and in fear of his own work he left it to suffer, without guidance into a world that was so foreign to him. Then when given a chance to bring the monster what he believes his only chance of happiness, he destroys it. “‘Shall each man,’ cried he, ‘find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and I be alone?
The narrator had never meet a blind person before and believed in the stereotypes. The narrator said “A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to” (Carver 331), in the last sentence of the first paragraph. For the narrator, there should be no problem letting a blind man into the house. Throughout this short story the husband continues to make short remarks to the old blind man, as well as keeping a routine for making comments to the blind man. For the reader it is really easy not to pay attention to the story and instantly get annoyed.
Knocking on all the doors with no one answering, he started to lose hope. He reached the last house on the street, crossed his fingers, and knocked on the door. It was tiny, torn-down, had paint peeling off, and the door barely on its hendges. No one answered so he started walking away, clueless on what to do next. Until he heard the faintest creaking of a door opening.
Although he was at home he did not feel as if he were because he couldn't see anything with closed eyes. But the narrator noticed the beauty and he felt relieved. At the end of the story the narrator had his hands closed drawing a cathedral. Everything Robert could do
But no, the knocking was repeated. The worst thing of all would be to delay. His heart was thumping like a drum, but his face, from long habit, was probably expressionless. He got up and moved heavily towards the door.As he put his hand to the door-knob Winston saw that he had left the diary open on the table. DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER was written all over it, in letters almost big enough to be legible across the room.
A mirror, nevertheless, that reflected not an image of him, but rather a vision of a life he could never, and would never have. All because of Him! Wilson turned to face the semi-nude figure now, with eyes red as the roses in Gatsby’s garden. Alas, the man was not only a murder, but a thief! And whilst that may never have been further from the truth, it mattered not in Wilson’s eyes as he loosed the safety on the gun.With arms shaking like the swells of water beneath Gatsby’s mattress, from hours of fatigue and delirium, however, he hesitated.
“The youth thought that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling.” (Crane ch5 pg.3) One thing that everyone forgets about is all the gun and cannon smoke, which is horrible to breathe in. Henry must have been in a bad area and he was not getting enough oxygen. He thought he was going to pass out. This is one of the reasons that Henry could have ran away from the second battle, because he was close to death.
For example texting and driving, you choose to text or reply back and in most cases it caused deaths of not only you but other people involved. In the story Ponyboy decided to go into the abandoned church, which was on fire, to help get the kids stuck inside get out, Johnny chose to follow and help. Right before Johnny was exiting the church a piece of timber fell on his back which caused his back to be broken and he was burned severely. Johnny ended up not making it and in his letter he said “Listen, I don’t mind dying now. It’s worth it.
The moonlight stung his eyes as he stumbled to his feet. Still disorientated Alexander fumbled around for his sense of direction. Once he found it, he raced off for his commander 's tent. On arrival Alexander heard another loud crash some twenty feet behind him. Ears ringing from the cannon shot, he barged in the tent labeled “G.W.”.
He didn’t care if the cowboys thought he was too young. He would work hard, and stay out of the way. He was done with that little town, its sad people, and all the sorrow that had plagued his life. He relished the idea of being free. He could do nothing about the aching pain of how his dad died…in a self imposed sleep from too much of the sleeping salts, and a fallen candle that set off the fire.