One thing is that the scarlet ibis isn’t supposed to be located there, and Doddle well they thought he was going to die, the even made him a casket. Another thing is that the ibis and Doodle both work themselves very hard. Finally, “He had been bleeding from the mouth, and his neck and the front of his shirt were stained a brilliant red. He lay very awkwardly, with his head thrown back, making his vermilion neck appear unusually long and slim. His little legs, bent sharply at the knees, had never before seemed so fragile, so thin” (Hurst 139).
Stanley has scars. Large scars and huge scars from when he was homeless, small cuts and burns on his hands and face from sharp alien metals and circuitry from the portal, cigarette burns and a brand shaped like a demon ward seared on his shoulders, and puckered bullet holes in his torso. Stan has lost most cartilage in his joints, so they snap and creak as he walks. His knuckles pop every time Stan grabs something. Not only is his body below his neck is torn up, Stan is partially blind from scarred tissue and cataracts in his eyes.
He was in the hospital for 98 das, and suffered many other major problems related to his brain injury. He had softening of certain affected areas in the brain, low blood pressure, kidney failure, pneumonia, the dangerous infection sepsis, temporary cardiac arrest and an inability to walk and talk. Years later, he has regained most of his speech but still has some cognitive problems and uses a wheelchair to get
“And he began beating him with an iron bar. At first, my father simply doubled over under the blows, but then he seemed to break in two like an old tree struck by lightning” (54). As a reader it provided more detail that I could have sympathy for. Without the simile I would have never been able to know that his health was already deteriorating quite severely, and that this beating broke him one more time. I would have also missed how he had changed throughout the beating.
The duo huddles together among a swarm of gluttons lying in a shallow sludge of human digestive fluid. The artist masterfully expresses various human forms of suffering through a process of engraving the original piece on a wooden stamp, and repeatedly stamping it onto other papers. The work was refined after every few weeks, until the stamp was completely ruined. This engraving is meant to evoke emotions more frightening than any
“The Hot Zone” by Richard Preston is a very attention grabbing book that grabs your attention through, gruesome details and suspense. I particularly favored some parts of the book because of the gruesome details that Richard Preston used. First, I loved the part in the hospital after Charles Monet was rushed into an emergency room, after vomiting in the waiting room. “He becomes dizzy and utterly weak, and his spine goes limp and nerveless and he loses all sense of balance. The room is turning around and around.
The syringe needle was finally pulled out, only to go into his right eye. Eventually, all the screaming made Henk’s throat feel sore and scratchy. After that, nothing could be seen other than complete darkness. He was blind. All he could do was hear and feel as Mengele took compared his body measurements to his brother’s.
Let us first consider the poem from the aspect of symbolism and motifs. The first stanza brings clear images to mind of the painful physical conditions which soldiers are operating under. The tone is slow and deep and the reader can relate to the informal and slang diction and concepts within the poem, such as: “Bent double, like old beggars,” “Knock-kneed,” “Men march(ing)…(who) had lost their boots,…limped on blood-shod (bloody-feet/shoes). All went lame; all blind…drunk with fatigue.” What is so interesting is that much of that stanza speaks of things having to do with legs and feet experiencing severe injury, weakness, fatigue, and pain. Most people have the use of their legs and feet, but these descriptors help relate the importance and value of healthy, strong legs.
Capturing Her Castle Dead, sunken eyes bulged luminously from his protruding skull beneath a stretched sheet of blotchy, pallid skin. His lip leaked a fresh stream of blood from an angled cut. A lone shard of glass that had been separated from its mirror was propped up against a wall from across the room. Leaning over the corpse, I gazed into the shard as a drop of blood from one jagged corner travelled across my reflection. My bagged eyes told that I hadn’t slept for a week.
I remember I cut out all the paper and pictures, glued it all on and it looked beautiful it was very easy to read and understand. Unfortunately for some reason, I didn’t think it was easy to comprehend as I took different colored markers and drew circles with arrows to what pictures went with what, I remember my father YELLING at me about how horrible I made it look after I did that. I was very disappointed with myself and felt as if I would have just listened and never did that it would have looked beautiful still, I was little, so I took it to heart as I did something wrong and I was going to fail so I was crying and freaking out. I also faced not knowing how to find the information as I thought it was cheating to look anything up and copy it, so at first I tried to look at history books before my father told me I was expected to go online, that was how I was supposed to do the project to show you can do
He ripped the dagger clean out of his flesh and swung it wildly at the ugly, fat man. After some “friendly discussions” between Jag, the Captain and the floor board with an odd Jag shaped dent, Jag would come to “accept” the terms of living on the ship, the S.S. Crestfalls. Time would pass, month would turn into years and Jag slowly grew under the watchful eyes of Lightfang. Though these memories are just a mixed of hard work, getting the living shit kicked out of him and more hard work, there are some fond memories of Lightfang. These came in the form of the stories that Lightfang would tell.
I think this quote shows how Jack is terrified with his loss. “He laid the conch with great care in the grass at his feet. The humiliating tears were running from the corner of each eye.” (Golding 127) I can imagine Jack setting the pearly white conch at the grass by his bare, scratched, feet and it catching a ray of light illuminating his defeated face. He puts his shaggy hair covered head in his hands, salty tears stinging the corners of his sandy eyes. Looks of sorrow from the littluns sympathize for him.
Soon, Shlomo is infected with dysentery and developed an immense thirst. One day, he was asking Elizar for some water, but they were not supposed to be talking, so Shlomo received many blows to the head, ultimately killing him. This was devastating to Eliezer, and that incident made him feel as if nothing mattered anymore. Although he did not realize it, he still maintained his faith. Without his faith he would have been dead like Akiba Drumer and Shlomo.