Vilemore Monologue

When the characters are first introduced the narrator speaks of a ramshackle home at the end of the street and. “Inside the house lived a malevolent phantom... When people’s azaleas froze in a cold snap, it was because he had breathed on them. Any stealthy small crimes committed in Maycomb were his work. Once the town was terrorized by a series of morbid nocturnal events: people’s chickens and household pets were found mutilated; although the culprit was Crazy Addie, who eventually drowned himself in Barker’s Eddy, people still looked at the Radley Place...”

Hell isn’t all they crack it up to be, honestly. In the stories, it’s all fire, hopeless souls hopelessly screaming, endless pain. I mean, yeah, there’s fire. Lots of it.

The woods are scary. But not cause the trees. The creepy crawlies that live there seem to want to come out. Trust me it is not bugs that worry me. Not Poison ivy, although it itches. It 's not the dark. Oh no here they come! I 'm not ready to see them yet! Wow this one is big. go away I am asking nice please don 't cause trouble There are two of you? You guys are so big. Could you be anywhere else but the log right by me! Poison will not be what kills

To understand life one must understand death. As God gives life, there is The Phantom to take it away. People tend to fear things they don 't understand, and they don 't they People fear death.

The mood of “The Ravine” by Ray Bradbury is nightmarish because of the actions and dialogue of the characters that create this. The first quote that creates the mood of the story is a description of the town. The text says “In the rococo shade of the porches a few invisible people sat” (p 1). This is nightmarish because people do not know who the people sitting are or what they are doing or planning to do. The reader may think that this is scary and the town is a bad place.

I am Kino I have a wife named Juana and a son named Coyotito we live in Mexico we are a very poor family. We live in a village with other people who are like me, poor. I have an older brother that leads the village.

Stumbling about among all those creepers. More grave nodding; they knew about nightmares.” Little children were frightened because they had no mothers to comfort them and protect them from the “beast” because they were stranded on an island in the middle of

When the children first arrive, the negative description of the place sets the tone. The tone created is dull and boring. For instance, the narrator describes the town as colorless and plain. “A string of houses, weathered grey or peeling gray paint” (39-40). The addition of cold weather also sets the tone since cold weather creates a gloomy atmosphere.

The Monster That Came Out at NIght Most parents tell their children that monsters come out at night. What do monsters usually do during the night? They kill or bring death with them.

The Freaks Come out at Night Since humans have first gazed into the dark expanse of the night sky, night has stuck both fear and awe into us. We have tried to understand it for centuries, developing methods and sciences of both astrology and astronomy, which still thrive today. We have created stories and myths in order to explain the occurrence of night, as we did with other natural phenomenons that we did not have the technology to understand, such as the Egyptian myth that the sun god Ra captains a boat that sails through and illuminates the sky during the day, but returns to the underworld at night, bringing darkness to the sky. Our early ancestors learned to look for shelter and reclude during the night in fear of predators or any other dangers that could lurk in the darkness that we would

My dearest John, I know you may think that I don’t see goodness in you since the outcasting of Abigail, but I do John. I know I should forgive you. All I know John is that whatever you choose to do, It is a good man doing it. like there’s always has been, John, you. In these long months, I have thought long and hard John. I haven’t been the best wife, especially considering it got to the point where you committed lechery. That doesn’t mean you should take my sin upon yourself, It was a cold house I kept. Whatever you do, let no one be your judge. The only judge you need is the highest judge of all, which be in the heavens. You are the most good man I know John Proctor, forgive me. When I saw you refusing to let them hang your name on the

The room is spinning. It’s hard to get a good look and what or even where the scene is taking place. Finally, the revolution ends on a face. Not a remarkable face. Just an average looking guy in his early twenties with a short brown fair and sad eyes. When the average guy speaks, a moderate Southern drawl tinges his voice.

I walked into English that morning just like every morning since August. I took my seat and sat down, talking with Amir and Rebecca as usual. Everything normal, except the unveiling of a new essay. I groaned and got myself ready for the upcoming speech. Ms. Beddingfield started the speech and I managed to keep attentive, not that she 's boring. Just that I 'm distracable. She explained that the assignment would be researching our name and writing an essay about our findings. Simple enough. It sounded that way, anyway. Once I really got a good look at it I realized I 'd have some issues doing it. Seeing as my names are simplistic in definition.

Additionally , the house that the narrator mentions is illustrated as “ mansion of gloom “ which might be a sign that the aura of the house has something dreadful in it. However , the Narrator reveals something important about his first impression for the house by saying “ I looked upon the scene before me , upon the mere house, upon the bleak walls , upon the vacant eye-like windows ( 3 ).To illustrate , the words such as “ air of heaven , silent tarn , mystic vapor “ used as a reinforcement for making the ambience of the house as gloomy. In fact , in the light of these facts , it could be said that the house has an darkness appearance which might be an indication of its mysterious atmosphere.

I very rarely think in words at all. A thought prevails and I may try to express it in words afterwards, but the words are never there to begin with. But sometimes if I’m lucky, I can identify the thought bubble almost instantaneously with what I like to call “special transmitters”. You see, each thought shape has a different feel – sometimes the thoughts are quiet as a mouse, and sometimes it is loud and thunderous. Sometimes it sounds like it is close by, and sometimes it sounds further off.