Soon after, blood splashed to everyone. And the beheading process is done. And the executioner took Liam’s head up, grabbed a stick, and stuffed it right on. And Liam’s brother looked furiously super outraged. And then he burst into tears.
The poem “Battlefield” by August Stramm uses imagery to depict the destruction that the human body can take. On the bodies, “bloods clot the patches where they oozed, rusts crumble, fleshes slime, sucking lusts around decay” (Stramm). The bodies are disgusting and completely disfigured and with every blink, there is more and more death. Similarly, the poem “Dulce Et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen also portrays the repulsive circumstances that the body is put under. 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).
A fount of blood spurted from its throat. Somewhere inside, a sac of fluids burst. Sickening gushes drenched the hunters. They stood, red and glistening.” The descriptive word choice that Bradbury used, describes the actions that take place as the Tyrannosaurus rex is shutting down, leading to its death - organs malfunctioning, liquids running, everything shutting off, snapped delicate forearms, meat settled, quivering. The descriptive actions creates a moving image that the reader can visualize.
When Socs attacked Johnny and Ponyboy, a Soc started drowning Ponyboy. So, Johnny went in to help by killing Bob. For example, “You killed him, huh, Johnny?” “Yeah.” His voice quavered slightly. “I had to. They were drowning you, Pony.
The moon grew bigger and starts to roll all over in Vector’s ship hurting him and freeing the girls. Later, the girls see Gru outside of the ship asking the girls to jump to him. Edith and Agnes made it but as Margo was about to jump, Vector caught her. The moon rolls over again and knocks Vector down, and Margo grabs onto Gru’s grappling hook. Gru rescued Margo with the help of the minions and the rapidly-expanding moon wrecks Vector's controls, causing his ship to carry it back to
“He shouts, ‘Rhinotomy!’ Then he places a steel saw under his nose with the jagged edges facing towards it. His lips, black as his arms, tremble, which makes one think he is smiling. Then his arms move vigorously, with each movement he shouts desperately ‘Rhinotomy!’ As the jagged edges edge themselves into the nose, fresh blood begins seeping out” (Yu Hua 362). Being persecuted during the Revolution, he is unable to assimilate the terrifying memories into his experience which results in a lingering of his traumatic experience, and only through the practice of masochism can he free himself from the nightmare. Freud defined the term ‘traumatic’ as ‘any excitations from outside which are powerful enough to break through the protective shield’
My shift got cut short because of packing. Even though the trip is scheduled for weeks from now. Weeks Later Things started to change; Silence hovered over the house, dinner was what seemed to be a room of despair, and timed started to run out. “Packed?” Mom asked, staring at the dented floor. Unlike my father, she was supportive of my trip, but shaky on my leaving.
I'm a private dick, and one of the best, although you wouldn't have known it; the office was crumbling, the rent was unpaid and the hooch was my last. Things are tough all over. To cap it all the only client I'd had all week never showed up on the street corner where I'd waited for him. He said it was going to be a big job, but now I'd never know: he kept a prior appointment in the morgue. So when the dame walked into my office I was sure my luck had changed for the better.
*squelch* "Hmm?" Suddenly he felt something very soft, cold, and hard as well. "What is this?" At that moment a deathly silence enveloped the surrounding, he didn 't understand what it was, but he had the sudden feeling that something bad would happen. The moon had finally escaped the clouds cover, and the hazy, shining light gave had given him barely enough light to see what 's going on, but once he did he finally screamed.
On the scene of his death, “Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy’s arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig’s after it has been killed,”(181). Here, Golding uses a simile to compare the twitching of Piggy’s dead body to a pig’s. Using this simile adds to the morbid and horrific description of Piggy’s tragic death.