In the novel, And Then There Were None, written by Agatha Christie, the setting often contributes to the mood of the story and affects the reader's thoughts and emotions. For instance, in Chapter 5, on page 79, the author describes a house that would have given off an eerie feeling- one with creaky floors, shady corners, and heavily panelled walls. In addition, Agatha Christie reveals that the house was nothing like that (Christie 79). Page 79 states, “There were no dark corners- no possible sliding panels- it was flooded with electrical light- everything was new and bright and shining. There was nothing hidden in this house, nothing concealed... Somehow, that was the most frightening thing of all” (Christie 79). In this passage, Agatha Christie is referring to the fact that the house was surprisingly well-equipped. She portrays the setting of a house that would cause the audience to get a strange sensation, and then illustrates the actual house on Soldier Island. This description may
Severe wind gusts were whipping across the sky as the temperature was plummeting rapidly. There were different shades of dark and light clouds swirling all around in a wicked looking and angry sky. Then the sleet like snow started striking my face like a missile stinging each little nerve. Panic struck me and I wanted to run and take cover, but there was no place to hide from the blistering blizzard that was descending upon us.
This is terrible! I have just been told that hurricane Tera is gonna strike in 30 minutes. I am very scared I do not know what to do! My first plan is to get water and food out of my house. I put all the food in my truck and went in the house to get some more stuff. I live on the beach. When I came back outside I noticed that the wind was getting faster and it made me very scared.
Today while sitting in the crispy cold weather, with the clothes that now resembled rags, I sat pondering my life. My face now covered in the unpleasant texture of dirt and smut from the factory; now appeared to have become a part of m. My hands disarrayed and my cracked hands bandaged lay tight in my lap and now mirrored my life. I haven’t any parents to speak of so I found myself this alley where I write to you. Not far from work I await the loud bell to alarm me of my next shift down at the factory. Suddenly a gust of cool frost wind blew right in my direction; squinting against it and quivering violently I grasped onto my letters that I gathered over the years to fall into the rights hands. I huddled in the
I rose from the bed, and sigh deeply. I walked over to the window, and looked out. Another dark day. The industry had made the condition of the environment worse, there barely were any plants left. Everything was dark and dusty, and the streets very dirty, with trash in every corner. The air was thick, and it was hard to breath. I lived alone, in a small apartment. No pets, no other humans around me. It was only me here. I stepped over to the big grey closet, and opened it. All the clothes looked the same. We weren 't alowed to wear what ever we wanted. We had one special outfit we were alowed to wear everyday. Besides if we need some
are known to be unpredictable, and the journey of the ship in Joseph O’Connor’s novel Star of the Sea is no exception. The story follows an unnamed narrator aboard the Star as a storm roughly overtakes the ship, shaking it to its foundation and assaulting passengers and crew members alike. The distressed tone heightens as everyone on deck struggles not to be swept overboard while battling the ferocious wind. Throughout the passage, the narrator’s thoughts and emotions are filtered through a special type of third person narration known as free indirect discourse. This style is utilized to completely immerse the reader, placing them in the heart of the story. O’Connor’s tactful usage of free indirect discourse,
Hurricane warning was announced for several days, so most people were ready, but I couldn't have imagined what would happen. The wind was blowing like crazy. The city was flooded. There was a lot of destruction. Then, all of a sudden, everything was calm. We were in the eye of the hurricane. That's the center of the storm. The calm lasted for about 30 minutes, and then the wind and flooding started all over again. No one was killed in the disaster, but many were hospitalized. I will never forget
My eyes suddenly shoot up as I regain consciousness. Without hesitation I spring up in a defensive stance, searching for the danger to come. As I glare at the proximity, nothing attacks me, I only see a few beings jumping backwards surprised by my actions. My skill activates and I
One day the sisters Isis and Crete called out to their mother “We’re going outside” they called in unison. Their mother, Neptune replied “Just be back before supper.” Neptune said this as a slight wind began to pick up, though since they normally had winds up to 700 miles per hour so this was nothing compared to usual. The sisters nodded, then ran outside laughing at nothing in particular.
The clouds covered the sky as quickly as a snake, slithering across the now fading blue sky. I watched them move over my lonely castle and cast a dark shadow over the land. It seemed right, it matched my dark mood. Ever since my friends had been hunted down by the humans, I had hid away and sat in this castle for hundreds of years, waiting for a human to come end me too. Tears formed under my turquoise eyes and the droplets glided down my face and dripped onto the cold stone floor. A lake formed under me and I halfheartedly sloshed the water around with my scaled tail. My head snapped up when I heard the door creak open from down the hallway.
There have been many rumors about the man with 8 arms who lives in the dark, mysterious woods. The man with 8 arms who supposedly ends up taking people that walk into his territory. The very few people who actually get out of the woods alive have made a small, brief description about his appearance. They say that he has a cold, deep, frightening stare that will lift all of the hairs on your skin. He has the clothes of a rich man but his attire is all torn and ripped; maybe from living in the woods for a very long period of time. Nobody even knows where this man came from, as people only started mysteriously disappearing about a couple of months ago. Or, at least thats what Ive heard.