CREATIVE RESPONSE Darkness. My whole world seems to be a dark hole. I am heavy and hollowed out. I finally come to the realisation that death is near and if I close my eyes one more time, darkness may be all I will ever see again. Tilly is by my bed side, tears flooding down her face and hunched over looking at me. Tilly and I both know that this is all we have got left, each other. Tilly has lost everything, she had the ‘perfect life’. She had the man of her dreams and a baby that she would now give up anything for. She looks as though she has no hope left, as if she is alive but dead inside. But she is giving me all the hope I’ll ever need. She is giving me hope that my life is finally worth living and I really do have a good life, but I just wasted 20 years of it. …show more content…
The walls are creaking and the wind is shaking the walls. The only movement in this house is the possum running up the walls. I can hear the footballers yelling and cheering from the football oval and can sense the quietness from the town below me. The door is constantly banging, demanding for new frocks for the new Dungatar event that comes up every weekend. The only conversation we get from the people of this town is the screeching voices of the Dungatar Social Club Committee constantly wanting to better each others new frocks. The town is nothing without Tilly and her frock making, they just don't want to say it as they are too busy being jealous of what Tilly has and they
This house had a precarious foundation, a leaking ceiling that turned into a deluge of water during even the lightest rains, no source of heat or air conditioning, thousands of bugs, and even filthy rodents. It was a house that would definitely not be suitable for raising four kids if the child protective service had made a visit. The author effortlessly made the reader feel how awful it was to live in Welch by describing her own hatred for
For the first time, she had been given the freedom she desired and felt truly in love. Although Tea Cake died, Janie was at peace since she had finally accomplished what she had strived for her entire life. “The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net.”
Her generosity and kindness is something that I feel I have learned from greatly, I’ve truly learned that one of the greatest gifts
The zombie apocalypse was one of the most difficult periods in my life but having her around me during this time made everything easier. She rested her head on my chest and I was a bit surprised when she said that things are going to change from now on. She received a message saying that scientists are developing a cure for the zombie virus but it still is not available at the moment. Thankfully, there was no way that the virus has left the country as there was a total lockdown and no
In her poem “Abandoned Farmhouse”, Ted Kooser suggests that a farmhouse was abandoned after “Something went wrong”. Throughout the poem we see many of the artifacts that were left behind in the farmhouse. The speaker’s description of the farmhouse sets a gloomy, depressing mood by using words such as “broken”, “abandoned”, and “empty”. The speaker uses personification and gives life to these artifacts that were left behind and tells us everything through their point of view.
In the book, “Out of the dust”, the characters suffer through a lot of loss and hardship, but in the end, they overcome these hardships. Billie Jo becomes not able to play piano because of her burnt hands, Billie Jo’s mom dies along with her boy in the process, and her father acts like he doesn’t love her anymore. But, she plays piano in the end. She finds that just because her mom dies, she still has ma in her heart.
My sisters and I have all had our problems dealing with mental health, and even substance abuse. She has always stayed by our side and was there to help when we couldn’t help
She got me the help I needed and gave me the strength to pick up the broken pieces in order to put it back together. I’ve learned that “it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.” Said by the wise artist, Lana Del Rey. I loss the one thing I ever wanted, success but soon came to realize that God has bigger plans. Entering my senior year of high school.
Miranda writes how her friend is too willing to die. She is greeting death too kindly in her mind. By the end, Miranda’s family is desperate for food and water. The family is slowly falling apart. When Miranda walks to the post office in the cold only to see that is is closed, she thinks about giving up.
Wishing for death is contrary to living with her child, and the disparity between those ideas is strong enough to ‘rip out’ her heart. Even so, the woman still chooses suicide, demonstrating the complete and utter hopelessness she felt. Next, the man’s last conversation with the boy before he dies shows hope manifesting the sake of survival. Here, the man’s health is failing substantially and he knows he will soon die.
This recording is a classic and inspiring example of the sweetness of pop, the passionate vigor of soul, and the groovy feel of R&B. There are many compositional techniques used to convey message in this song. First there is the bass guitar, which provides the melody throughout the song. It begins with a low pitch, and gradually increases until a climactic rise in the mood of the song during the chorus. This could be a representation of being at the lowest point in life, only to rise from the ashes.
Imagine coming home after a long, hard day of work only to a petite cabin shared with family. Far from the main house, over by the edge of a swamp, was where the cabin was placed. After approaching the cabin, the smell of creatures living next door and algae growing on the outside infused the space. It appeared as a sad and droopy cabin with a narrow double chimney made of clay. Wooden, rustic, mahogany-colored doors were accidently left slightly open by whomever left last, which may have attracted a furry animal (Bentley 11).
The rooms were crawl with the small cleaning animals, all rubber and metal. They thudded against chairs, whirling their moustached runners, kneading the rug nap, sucking gently at hidden dust. Then, like mysterious invaders, they popped into their burrows. Their pink electric eyes faded. The house was clean” .
As I approach the house, I smell the old musty smell of the house. When I step on the front steps of the house, I hear a creak from underneath the floorboards. With every step, it seems like the creaking gets louder. I rap my hands around the dusty door handle and slowly pull open the unlocked door. The inside looks like what you’d expect.
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of