Pitch stared at the small vile he held in his hand. The last remaining vile of fearling venom left in existence. It was the only vile the Guardian's had failed to destroy all those years ago. In it there was just enough to create one, and he had been so close to doing just that. Had Jack not broken free of his control so soon he would have had his dark prince.
As Pitch had learned many centuries before it was not an easy task to create a fearling. He first needed a soul that had been broken. Otherwise with a strong enough will there was the possibility they could break free of the darkness.
As long as the Guardians lived Pitch knew he had no chance of ever turning Jack. No matter how Pitch could break Jack soul they were the one force in the world that had the power and will to fix him. Had he succeeded in having Jack kill them there would have been no one left to repair the damage he had caused. Not even Mother Nature would have been able to repair the damage.
Pitch let out a sigh knowing that whatever chances that had possibility remained were now gone. He had after all made the decision to prevent anyone from having the winter spirit. In a matter of moments he had singled handedly taken the life of the winter spirit. How long had it been now a month. Had it really been that long Pitch wondered.
The more Pitch thought on the matter the more clearly the string of events became in his mind. From the time Jack had broken from his control to the moment he had wrapped his hand around the winter spirits neck. He could still see the look in Jack's eyes as he struggled to free himself from his grasp. To free himself so that he could breath once more. Perhaps though what he could see most clearly was the sight of the life fade from ...
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Author’s Note:
Well that is certainly a much darker side of Mother Nature than I had intended to show but hey. Sorry the up date took so long or did it? Its hard to keep track of my posts some times. Not sure how I’ll write the next one or what I want to happen. Open to ideas of what could possibly happen next. I’m also not sure how long it will be before I post again. I currently in the middle of planning to redo my room among other things. That and I’m starting to have trouble remembering to actually write the story down. I play it over and over in my mind for a couple days before I write it down or I write it down in a notebook some where and just for get to type it up. That is where I found part of this one. I had actually wrote it back in November and forgot about it. Any who that is enough rambling for now. Please review and tell me what you think.
Fear resides within all of our souls and our minds in different forms wether it be mind, body, or spirit. Fear can be brought upon by actions, words or ever our mere imagination. Of course as one being younger your imagination can bring along fear that is non existent but, to one it may seem so vivid and tangible. In this Novel by William Golding we come to grasps with many different forms of fear being from the beast, the loss of humanity, and the fear of realization.
As he slouches in bed, a description of the bare trees and an old woman gathering coal are given to convey to the reader an idea of the times and the author's situation. "All groves are bare," and "unmarried women (are) sorting slate from arthracite." This image operates to tell the reader that it is a time of poverty, or a "yellow-bearded winter of depression." No one in the town has much to live for during this time. "Cold trees" along with deadness, through the image of "graves," help illustrate the author's impression of winter. Wright seems to be hibernating from this hard time of winter, "dreaming of green butterflies searching for diamonds in coal seams." This conveys a more colorful and happy image showing what he wishes was happening; however he knows that diamonds are not in coal seams and is brought back to the reality of winter. He talks of "hills of fresh graves" while dreaming, relating back to the reality of what is "beyond the streaked trees of (his) window," a dreary, povern-strucken, and cold winter.
The night was so still that they heard the frozen snow crackle under their feet. The crash of a loaded branch falling far off in the woods reverberated like a musket-shot, and once a fox barked, and Mattie shrank closer to Ethan, and quickened her steps.
Within Winter in the Blood, Welch’s unnamed narrator continuously struggles for self-knowledge, but is thwarted by a highly disconnected past, present and future. In his many destabilizing events, the narrator is unable to connect himself to a cultural or spiritual center, which inevitably denies him of a coherent identity. Throughout the novel he is denied the explanation of his true grandfather, why “First Raise stayed away so much,” and other recollections within his own mind because “memory fails” him (Winter 21, 19). However, the one event the narrator manages to recall is of “when the old lady had related this story, many years ago, her eyes were not flat and filmy; they were black like a spider’s belly and the small black hands drew triumphant pictures in the air” (Winter 36). His remembrance is based upon the premise of storytelling, which takes on the traditional aspect of Native American culture. Whi...
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After hearing of her diagnosis, the narrator travels from his residence in “California to New York” where his mother lives (3). Staring out of his airplane window, he noticed a change in the scenery. The “mountains giving away to flatlands” is used to not only describe the scenery, but how his life is changing (3). He will no longer be living a lavish life in California, but a depressing one that would “bring tears to his eyes” (22-23). He got a “sense of slippage” at the thought of losing his mother (3). When he finally arrived to his parent’s residence, the narrator was greeted with “brittleness and frost” (4). The author uses these two words with a cold denotation to describe more than just the weather on Long Island (4). Brittleness and frost are utilized to display the narrator’s feeling, as well as the theme of the book. The weather wasn’t the only thing the narrator noticed when he entered his parent’s town. His mother's actions caught his attention as well. When she held his hand, he again felt a sense of slippage (9). It mirrored the sensation he experienced on the airplane. His mom is slipping out of his hands, while life
... the end of the poem until “the rose tree’s thread of scent draws thin and snaps upon the air”, terminating life and dictating the start of another season.
Jack corrodes the group using the beast as during the meal Jack screams “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!” Jack didn’t care to first scout out or pursue who the beast was and ended up killing Simon, who just came to explain his discovery of the beast. In this incident Jack caused the group to cross the boundary line to savages who lack rational thinking because of they had murdered Simon.
...would be in the pursuit of righteousness due to the fact that he was the leader of the choir at a private boys’ school. As it turns out, the results of being absent from society and the heightening desperation to survive causes the wickedness sealed away deep within him to break its chains and overtake his personality. Throughout the novel, the reader experiences the change of Jack’s character from one of righteousness and a fair leader to a schismatic, belligerent savage with no reverence for objects with sacred values. The reader can observe these obvious alterations as everybody who isn’t on his side becomes victimized by a malicious beast known by the name of Jack Merridew. The beast lurking in the darkness of Jack’s inner being maliciously exposes itself and ultimately turns a once innocent child into a bloodied savage with almost no morality left in his body.
Jack symbolizes the source of all evil; man’s uncontrollable hunger for power. Right from the start, Jack expresses that he desires power, even when he is held to society’s standards. At the beginning of the story, when the characters are first being introduced, Golding writes, “‘I ought to be chief,’ said Jack with simple arrogance, ‘because I’m chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp” (22). Even when he is bound by authority and the rules and laws of society, he shows a sort of superior attitude. He uses his self-proclaimed superiority to justify his lust for power, and gives his qualities as credentials for leadership. As the story progresses, he demonstrates a desire to
When it comes to Jack’s fear of not being chief, it brings out the worst in him and it has an effect on others. For instance, when the boys are deciding on who should be the chief, Ralph wins by a landslide. “Even the choir applauded; and the freckles on Jack’s face disappeared under a blush of mortification” (Golding 19). That is the first physical evidence of Jack being humiliated by Ralph and judging by Jack’s personality, he is not used to failure so it has a big impact on him. This motivates him to destroy Ralph and the rivalry between the two begins. Another point is that Jack uses fear and threats to control the boys. For example, when Robert tells Roger “’He’s going to beat Wilfred.’ ‘What for?’ Robert shook his head doubtfully” (Golding 176) it shows that Jack is violent and is using his...
...ttachment or emotion. Again, Heaney repeats the use of a discourse marker, to highlight how vividly he remembers the terrible time “Next morning, I went up into the room”. In contrast to the rest of the poem, Heaney finally writes more personally, beginning with the personal pronoun “I”. He describes his memory with an atmosphere that is soft and peaceful “Snowdrops and Candles soothed the bedside” as opposed to the harsh and angry adjectives previously used such as “stanched” and “crying”. With this, Heaney is becoming more and more intimate with his time alone with his brother’s body, and can finally get peace of mind about the death, but still finding the inevitable sadness one feels with the loss of a loved one “A four foot box, a foot for every year”, indirectly telling the reader how young his brother was, and describing that how unfortunate the death was.
When Piggy is killed by Roger, Jack uses this incident as his advantage in the development of the fear and to generate his power. Jack establishes fear in everyone by stating that “there isn’t a tribe anymore” and that “the conch is gone.” Jack reveals that “[he] is the chief” and everyone must follow his order (Golding 181). Jack enforcement of such a terror, and Golding’s diction reveals the evil human inside Jack. Jack declares himself as a chief, and his word choice shows his anger and how he wants to break the rules that were previously set and make his own rules using fear. The decision that he makes are of his choice. Anger, which is a poor quality to have as an individual, is present throughout the book in Jack. Golding presents that anger can cause you to make inadequate decision through Jack’s behavior. Jack is so full of anger that he is unable to recognize the difference between good and bad which is the reason why he repeatedly uses different tactics, especially fear, to carry out his decisions. Jack consistently attempts to form a fear in everyone by screaming that “[if anyone goes against him] that is what [they will] get” (Golding 181). Jack states that there will be consequences, such as death, for the people who goes against him. Jack wants to conquer each person since he was not chosen as a chief in the beginning, so now he is
My day was going well. I devoured a big breakfast, my brother, for once, got out of the shower quick, and no major assignment was pending. Life was very, very good. Then life began to fall into oblivion. I saw on the board in the front of Mrs. Smith's room the journal entry for the day. It was about what would I write about in a narrative essay. Hope faded away. Somewhere on the planet a nuclear bomb went. An earthquake struck in some unknown place on the Earth. A volcano erupted on Jupiter's moon Io and killed a bunch of Ionians. Somebody's red rose just wilted and the petals fell onto the ground. The end of the world was indeed upon us. My jaw dropped and warning bells went off in my head. I went completely and utterly blank. I tried as hard as I could to write my journal. Channel One came on and talked about a nuclear bomb going off in India that caused an earthquake that somehow caused a volcano to erupt on Io (that killed a bunch of aliens). My jaw dropped once again. It was now the floor. As I was finishing my journal, Mrs. Smith went to the front of the room and talked about, du du du, narrative papers. She gave us a cold, white study guide that gave me no hope for survival. She then gave us another evil sheet of pap...
These aspects help the speaker escape from reality. The snow symbolizes the purity and peacefulness the speaker feels while stopping in the woods. (4) The darkness can symbolize many different things. Some times darkness would be considered evil or dangerous, but I do not think this is the case in this poem. I believe the darkness symbolizes the undisturbed atmosphere of the woods.