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Her face still twitched from the various blasts it had witnessed. Her mind was gone, carefully diluted into a feral slime. She no longer felt like the prime predator she had been for centuries, now, thanks to these humans, her animal instincts had taken over; her soul swayed under the song of her blood lust.
In one wild lunge, she felt the dry cool atmosphere of the plane’s interior bathed her battered form. She saw trickles of the whore’s blood dot the beige carpet. The sweet scent of her blood aroused a tantalizing surge inside her. It spoke to her inner monster, to her close relative, to that part she kept under wraps and only displayed on special occasions, and dire circumstance.
Her teeth, incisors, canines and molars cascaded from her mouth. They fell on the floor, like a serpents discarded skin. The untamed and savage portion of her, uncoiled its undomesticated ferocity.
Her pink gums splintered and fractured. Needle like incisors started to claw their way out of her mouth; a gate way of pointed barb wires flexed inside her lips.
Her vision was changing, the transformation harrowing her sight. A black and white tint washed away every color of the rainbow; it swallowed light and refraction into her void less and abysmal pupil.
She managed to hold on to a vestigial control over her creatures and creations. The Golems and homunculus, that breathed and fought outside this vessels, did so only by her will. She had to retain a last part of her intelligence; she had two become a hybrid of both her forms.
The floor started twisting below her; she felt her gravitational pull change. Her inner ear, and directional instincts, told her that something had moved. That the housing she now occupied, this metal coffin with wings, had su...
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...s he pricked her with a long medical needle. She felt a liquid toxin enter her blood stream and paralyze every muscle as it made its way to her toes. From beneath a luxurious recliner, the monster produced a pair of manacled handcuffs. “If they feel any sort of resistance or strain of your part, they’re built with a very effective acid right at the wrist... the capsule will break and, before you could even take them off, severe your hands at the bone... On behalf of the U.S of A and the Argentine government we would like to extend our hospitality and inform you of your new status: Miss Man Jaku, you are now a prisoner of war.”
He snapped the cuffs around her extremities and, as an after thought, slapped a metal dog collar to her neck. All 3 pieces of silver beeped with an awful certainty. This devil had gifted her with poisoned jewelry.
“Bitch, welcome to Hell...”
Weiner compares the protagonist’s, Allison Weiss’s, realization of her husband’s cheating to an “infected tooth” (63) to represent her dwindling faith in her husband’s devotion and connect her present situation to her emotions. The imagery of an infected tooth as it decays and rots depicts the deterioration of her husband’s commitment as time progresses. The decaying and rotting tooth also affects an individual’s health. A disintegrating tooth is painful and corresponds to the domino theory: when a small part of the tooth is infected, the rest of it soon follows. Similarly, the realization that Allison’s husband is cheating on her develops in her brain and travels through her body to inflict pain upon her heart.
A quick vision of death smote her soul, and for a second of time appalled and enfeebled her senses. But by an effort she rallied her staggering faculties and managed to regain the land.”
light of his lantern he saw her throat was slit and she was covered in
First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.
... sins, but she can’t take back what she did so she will forever have blood on her hands. This guilt and all of the lies she has told is giving her true trepidation and in the end she decided to end her terror by taking her life.
The tiny’s gaze passed beyond the humongous finger, up the arm that had to be at least 300 feet long, to the enormous lips that were spread into a smile that chilled the little man to the core. Even her smallest tooth was the size of a huge boulder in comparison to him. The sun glinted off the shiny metal braces that stretched across
The Bloody Chamber is a remake of the original fairytale Bluebeard; however Angela Carter rewrites the fairy tale using her feminist views to raise issues concerning roles in relationships and marriage, sexuality and corruption. Carter challenges the classic role of the male protagonist and the female victim; she does this by changing the stereotypes of the traditional fairy tale’s males as the saviours and females as the victims. She challenges the fairy tale’s traditional sex roles when she replaces the brother of the bride for the mother as the rescuer, “one hand on the reins of the rearing horse while the other clasped my fathers service revolver” this demonstrates to the reader that women are as strong as men, even stronger and can take on a expected man’s role and make it their own therefore challenging the stereotypical gender roles of Men. In addition to this as a feminist, Carter uses anti-essentialism to present that time, power and position are the details that makes a man act like he does and a woman like she does. This is revealed through the setting, France 1790’s, were men and women were not equal. The Marquis in this story is presented as a wealthy older man who has the ability to seduce and retrieve what he wants, “his world” this emphasizes the power he maintains and it gives him ownership not only of his wealth but the young bride and even possibly the...
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
She thought “ Things just got personal.” She had to make like she was dead for serpent would stop. She took a match and lit it on fire. She tracked him down with all the frequencies he used. “Near the beach nice.” She went in a taxi and stayed away from the penthouse he was in. He went on a cruise ship to relax she thought but she didn't know what she just walked into. It was all empty except the staff. The dining room was filled with men in expensive suits. One had a white tiger next to him. She then expected she saw serpent because he was the only boy there that wasn't a billionaire. He went on stage and said “ Hello buyers I am here to say a few words but first Black I know you're in here come out. She walked out
She sat there silently, taking in the chaos that surrounded her. Her village now in smoldering ruins as the sun came up. She sat amongst the rubble, covered in sweat and soot, still numb from what she experienced the night before. It happened so quickly there was no time to react. The marauders came late and in such force, there was no time to do anything and nowhere to run. All around her in the darkness, she could hear the cries of her people and the maniacal laughter of the warring tribesman who had come to kill them all without any thought of mercy.
But, if we read carefully we find that she is described as a young woman, “with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength,” (236) and that there was “a dull stare in her eyes whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky” (236). We could surmise that she is instead looking to her future, in the midst of her grief, and that this is a completely acceptable, even understandable reaction for a young woman of strength and intelligence, who is realizing for the first time a sense of true
... smell and she finally realizes she is “in the presence of God” (247). These effects make her calm down and start to pray and confess her “sins” although “mechanically”: “Hep me not to be so mean…Hep me not to give her so much sass. Hep me not to talk like I do.” When the priest finally raises the monstrance “with the Host shining ivory-colored in the center of it” she is in turn reminded of the freak at the fair and what he said and the religious world and the world of the fair are mixed together in her mind.
creature’s] thoughts now became more active, and [he] longed to discover the motives and feelings of these lovely
Looking down the hole that led to nowhere, I could taste the bitterness of my fate; the sour spit that hunger had released into my dry mouth drizzled around in an uncontrolled manner. My stomach churned and my intestines were strangled, as though a snake had twirled around them and slit them with its sharp and jagged teeth releasing a strong poison that irritated the surface of my innards.