My hand slapped against the bare rock, the cold already etching away the remaining heat my body possessed. I let out a gasp, desperately trying to take in a breath. It was difficult, and each breath brought pain to my body. Damn them. At least, those were the thoughts going through my brain.
I was also scared that I was going to hurt someone or even worse kill someone. It all started when me and my friend got in a fight. I was just so angry I felt like I was going to explode. When all the sudden I passed out during our fight. When I woke up I was in a white room.
I went screaming out and crying with a terrified look on my face. It was supposed to be a amazing and entertaining experience but it rapidly transformed into a horrified night that I will remember for the rest of my life. Transformation obviously creates fear because it’s unexpected.This can be seen in the following three stories as well such as, Oates 's “Where is Here,” Arthur Tress’ “Dream Collector” and Julio Cortazar’s “House Taken Over” uses transformation of an ordinary person and an ordinary setting to show us how easily
Described is a man’s “hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin… the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues” (Owen). The man suffered a repugnant death and he experienced things that the human body should not have to go through. This exemplifies how war changes everything, including your
You try to jump up and check what it is, but you realize you can’t move a muscle and you can’t even lift a finger. You are paralyzed. A. Your worried eyes begin to scan the room and your door slowly creeps open. You begin to panic and you’re of breath and start panting for air.
So I closed my eyes and jumped. I didnt make the jump I started to scream,cry, and yell. My arm felt like it was going to fall off ! I didnt know what happned to my arm ,It just hurt like crazy!
I call to them hoping they can answer my questions. To my horror, the so-called “person” looks horrific. Their face has rotten flesh hanging, their eyes are fogged over, and they can not form words, they can only moan. I gasp with fear and take off running towards the cafeteria. I burst through the doors at full speed, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I didn’t wake. All I felt was the pain on my arm, the fresh marks of my fingernails that had been dug into my skin. I felt a sudden pain in my chest, and fear flooded my mind. I could taste the salty drops running down my cheeks, drowning my eyes. Abruptly, I noticed a pink hood, a black mask, and a crossbow lying on the floor next to me.