“Oh, it’s okay,” she yelled back.”It’s just Raven.” “Alright. Let him in and shut the door and lock it. I wonder why he’s here.” Amba opens the door as I come down the stairs. I watch Amba throw her arms around his neck like always. But then she stands still. And she slides down his chests. She lands on the floor. There’s a knife in Raven’s hand, covered in blood. Terror strikes me as I realize what just happened in front of my eyes. Too shocked to say anything. Too shocked to scream. Too shocked to cry. Raven just murdered Amba. I run down the rest of the stairs, skipping three steps. Anger replaces terror for just one second. I raise my hand to slap, punch, or hurt Raven, but he stops my hand in the air, and with the other hand he holds
“They found out” those words sent her out of bed trying to grab some clothes. “I’ll be right there” she said before hanging up the phone. She ran to the front door before pulling on her vans She stops, panting she looks for the owner. spotting him she runs over to him.
Darkness slammed up in front of [Lina] like a wall. She stumbled, caught herself, and stood still. She could see absolutely nothing... Terror swept through her. I must just stand still, she thought.
Clenching her hands into fist, adrenaline ran through her body, walking with a fast pace she was ready to get home. As she started to calm down and lose the feeling of being followed she hears another voice over her shoulder, but much louder. As she turned her head she screamed “who are you and why are you following me!”, looking out to the distance she sees a figure come out of the shadows. “ oh, you can hear me? Thank goodness,” as the figure comes out closer to Mikayla, “ deeply sorry for frightening you, I didn't know you were going to be able to see so young.”.
Emma woke up,Matt,surdoing her. The pain coursed through her,making her hurt worse. “Just put her out of her misery.”
“Don’t worry- I got you.” He begins running in the opposite direction of her campsite- of her group. She tries to tell him to stop, to turn around and go help her allies but she can’t find her voice. Dark spots begin clouding her vision, one spot- two spots- three, she takes one last breath- praying that her group gets out safe before her whole body relaxes and everything goes black.
She opens the house door, looks around into the interior
Edgar's life started in Boston 1809. His birth mother died when he was a very young child. When he was just a little bit older he was adopted by a loving mother and a disrespectful father. His mom and loving birth mom both died of tuberculosis tragically. When his orphan mom died his dad enrolled him into the St. Petersburg college.
She swallowed hard, her eyes swarming the room as if it was going to tell how to fix the situation. She clutched her demon knife that she kept on the side of her jeans, considering trying to fight the hellhounds off herself, but she was distracted by the conversation between Ruby and Sam she noticed that something was different, it wasn't Ruby. " Sam, that's not Ruby." She warned without thinking. She just hoped they wouldn't question her on how she knew.
He asks the raven questions regarding Lenore and whether or not he will ever be with her again, to which the raven
“I crouch before her, staring helplessly at the embedded weapon. There’s no point in comforting words, in telling her she’ll be all right. She’s no fool. Her hand reaches out and I clutch it like a lifeline. As if it’s me who’s dying instead of Rue.”
Lauren zipped by everyone calling out for Raven. “Has anyone seen her? Where’s Raven?” “Raven?” Renee called.
The poem makes some allusions, for example when referring to the bust of shovels, refers to the bust of atene or atena or "shovels athena" ie the crow perches on the Greek goddess of wisdom, civilization, war, art and strategy . "That bird or demon" rests on wisdom, according to the author of the poem, the time of year in which the poem is located is December, a month of much magic, but the most important allegory is the raven itself, "bird of the demon "" that comes from the plutonic riviera of the night "also refers to the crow as a messenger from beyond, in a few words it refers to the Roman god Pluto of the underworld, its equivalent for the Greeks was hades as a curious fact the Romans instituted exclusive priests to plutón called "victimarios" of all the Roman gods plutón was the most ruthless and feared, then the crow was a messenger of the beyond, perhaps invoked by that "old book, rare and of forgotten science", during the poem was speaks of seraphim that perfumed the room, with censers, according to the Christian angelology the seraphim have the highest ranks in the celestial hierarchy, since they are not made in image and Likeness of God, rather they are part or essence
Let’s start by looking at the protagonist of the poem who illustrates a lot of psychoanalytical issues in his ordeal with the raven. From the start of the poem to the end, the reader can recognize and identify many defenses. Some of them include selective memory, selective deception, selective perception, denial and displacement especially towards the end. The most significant issue presented in the poem is the fear of being abandoned. Let me delve deeper into the subject.