He was found to be lying senseless in his bed. Beside him on the table was a strange bottle with a black liquid. Since Bell’s breath smelled of the contents in the bottle they put a drop of the liquid on a cat’s tongue and the poor creature dropped dead right away. Shortly afterward Bell breathed his last and Kate was heard screaming in triumph. At the unfortunate man’s funeral this spirit could be heard cursing, singing and
"Just fine," Selene replies, but the Nain Rouge isn 't paying attention to her, her focus immediately going to Sauron as soon as his dark nature is brought out. The darkness around her seems to point at him, slowly focusing energy around him. The okinta everyone has starts to slowly build in its luminescence, and especially is, as raw and unchecked it is in him from the seemingly endless space it has had to grow and accumulate within him. The Nain Rouge lets out a witchy cackle. "Oh, my dear, dear, [i]dear[/i] poor Sellina.
The witch began to run after them and she was very close when Angiola threw down the first ball of yarn and a great mountain of soap aros and the witch had a very hard time getting over it. She finally succeeded and Angiola through down the second yarn ball and a mountain covered with nails. When the witch finally got over that one she threw down the third yarn ball and a great stream appeared which kept increasing in size. The witch was not able to get across so she turned Angiola’s face into a dog face. So first the furniture talks and then there are magic balls that forms odd hills and now she has a dog face?
Did they die? The stories are very similar in writing style but the settings change as the story goes on. In Poe’s story “ The fall of the House of Usher” the brother Roderick Usher is not well, he is suffering of a mental disorder Roderick is tormented by his own fear and he kills his sister Madeline “ There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of emaciated frame” (Poe 30).
CLANK! Finally a monster has sprung my trap. I turned on the kitchen lights to find a terrifying monster looking at me with its foot in the trap. I yelled out for someone before I threw the frying pan at its chest, and ran for my life. I started banging on everyone’s doors, but no one was answering.
Poe describes how it looked like when no one could get out of the Abby. At the end of the story Poe describes how the Red Death had effected people. The story states “One by one dropped the rellevers in the blood bedewed halls of their revel, and died in each despairing posture of his fall” (88). This quote is describing how infected people slowly started to drop dead by the infection of the Red Death. Poe also describes how the Red Death had effected people.
The Black Death. A plague that ravaged all of Europe in the 14th century. Millions died from the infectious disease, that almost crumbled all of society in Europe. This pestilent disease had tormented and slain through the 14th century all the way to the 18th century. Relating to that topic, in the short story, "The Masque of the Red Death" , It proclaims that a ravaging disease cripples the townsfolk in the story.
He was often quoted saying the universe is a “big damn mess”, his satirical nature allowed him to laugh at the terrible things that happened to him throughout his life. While growing up in the Great Depression, he watched his father waste away and returned home from war on Mother’s Day only to find that his mother had committed suicide the night before. During this war, he was captured in Germany and survived a bombing that killed hundreds of thousands of people. After witnessing this and the devastating fate of his family, he, much like other depressed war survivors began questioning God and religion. Most likely, this is what led to him writing Cat’s Cradle.
The wind and rain caused mould to grow on houses, weakening the framework. The house would then fall leaving all the occupants homeless, and left in the cold to die. To the people living in Richmond at the time, “’to be poor was to be cold.” With poverty sweeping pass all the residents of Richmond like a contagious disease, most people faced the challenge of poverty. Charlie and his family are extremely poor after his father passes away leaving them with no steady source of income.
(An autopsy done by the Stark County Coroner’s Office concluded her death was a homicide by virtue of neglect.) He spoke of how the brothers admitted knowing their mother was unable to take proper care of herself in the weeks immediately preceding her death. Delores Bevington lost the ability to get up and move and clean herself, and was confined to a couch, onto which the urine and feces from her decomposing adult diaper had spilled. The diaper also was filled with maggots and bugs and her thighs and buttocks were covered with open sores and one patch of blackened and rotting flesh, noting the evidence was so overwhelming it contradicts the claim they were unaware of the seriousness of her condition.
However, several businesses fled to the country.” This quote is saying smallpox was bad at this time in Charles-Town, many families lost loved ones and lost homes due to businesses ending. Due to smallpox a lot of businesses got ruined and people died. “A great cloud seems at present to hang over this province”.
Constant exposure to death and disease took their toll, as well. Disease would spread deadly and fast due to poor sanitation and the close quarters soldiers were put in. For example, there were over 1,300,000 cases of diarrhea among Civil War soldiers, and 34,000 of those cases ended in death. In addition to that, surgeries and amputations were responsible for a great deal of death as well, with over 20,000 soldiers dying post-surgery (Civil War 150 Interactive). Much of the death was a result of the fact that surgeons were not knowledgeable on subjects like hygiene or how bacteria spreads.
The everlasting Cubicon war recommence every 30 years. Cubetopia’s 11th king was once again slaughtered by the undead army of Herobrine. The priest limped slowly into the wrecked royal palace, full of anxiety, desperately looking for the Queen. He found her lying under a pile of rubble, breathing faintly. There next to the Queen lay a newborn child; his soft silky hair shone like a constellation in the night sky, with a cry so beautiful it filled her with joy before she blacked out.
I say thinking out loud. My head still throbbing, I reach for the bottle of Advil to try and reprieve myself from misery. I push myself off the cold hardwood flooring in my room, and take a moment to collect myself. I start to hyperventilate. “Why is there a gun on the floor?”