The sonic pain was back, his hands moves to his head a hiss sneaks from his lips, eyes shut tightly. “Blaine,” Darren dashes for the younger boy.
Incoherent loud words flood his mind quickly, blur into a long unknown English phrase. The pattern that repeated over and over again, fading from low to high in seconds. When his knees connect to the ground Blaine lets out a scream, as if the impact of his legs hitting the payment triggered a switch. “Blaine!”
Moments towards touching the boy, something struck Darren hitting his chest first before his mind. He froze; he swayed before his hands were press hard against his head. His fingers just barely stuffed halfway in his hair. A harsh scream rose from his throat and echoed out into the empty parking lot before everything going black.
First it was darkness, that was all he could see before he could hear a voice in his mind that was familiar, so similar that it belong to someone he truly cared about but it hurt too much to think about anything. His heart kept chanting the same name over and over and it wasn’t until a bright light flooded his view was when his heart won. But only for a minute because the person that he seen wasn’t his Kurt.
The person that he seen—the figure was recovering from a blurred still frame to a moving picture being. It was him but then it wasn’t, his hair was completely different. The person did not dress like Kurt at all, no designer style clothing and more importantly there was no ring.
Kurt-imposter was sitting in a chair next to a hospital bed, similar to the one he seen a glimpse of when he was in the school parking lot yesterday. He was having the same flash back, however this one was clearer and the one yesterday was less painful. With the first o...
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...s feeling or in any kind of pain whatsoever. "Blaine?" he position himself in from of the gelled hair boy, tapping his cheek generally however he couldn't resurrect him.
Darren thrust two against the boy's neck, there was a steady pulse. The twenty-six year old was panicking as he breathes deeply through his nose. He thought that if he pushed hard enough he was able to wake the comatose student. Terror-stricken, Darren back to the car, first opening the passenger side door before moving back to Blaine. He moved behind him, turning him over, sliding his hands under his arms to holster him up; while up he practically dragged the youth to the car.
He successful place Blaine safety into the passenger seat, he reached across him to buckle him in before shutting the door, collecting their things placing it into the backseat then running to the driver side driving away.
Kurt was an extremely happy child. He would wake up everyday so happy. He was
Kurtz had seen the true heart of man, and he knew of the evil. In his
When reading each page, a sort of investigation begins in trying to figure out how Kurtz became insane. However, that investigation was not fully closed because in the end no one knew what had happened to him. In a way his character presented the idea that perhaps the darkness, his darkness was his own and was all along in him waiting to come out. Because there were other men living and working in the Congo who had not become insane as he did, such as the Russian trader or the ivory company’s accountant.
In Joseph Conrad’s short story, “Heart of Darkness,” the narrator has mixed emotions about the man Kurtz. The narrator spends a large portion of the story trying to find Kurtz. During this time the narrator builds a sense of respect and admiration for Kurtz; however when he finally finds Kurtz, he discovers that he is somewhat disgusted by Kurtz’s behavior. The narrators somewhat obsessive behavior regarding Kurtz is quickly changed into disappointment. The narrator sees that the man who Kurtz is, and the man he created Kurtz to be in his mind are two very different people. He finds that Kurtz is not a reasonable man of justice and reason, but an unstable man whose cruelty and deception is awful. In Joseph Conrad’s short story, “Heart of Darkness,”
"Why were you such a bully in Junior high?" I say nervously. Damn that was a stupid question, I am about to get beat up. Oh no, let me close my eyes and clinch my face. After nothing really happened, or it did happen and my face is just really numb that I can't feel it anymore. The room was awkwardly silent for good two to three minutes, I slowly opened my eyes and then Dale finally started talking.
The sound of her son’s voice brought her to tears. She did not know how to respond to losing her child. She falls to the floor. She could barely move. Her exhaustion has taken over. Her body was drain of every bit of strength she could muster. She strains her neck looking up to Colet. He tries to help her up, but she did not want his assistance.
On Kurtz’s deathbed, he was prepared to leave the darkness of his life behind. He judged his selfish, greedy, and heartless past which caused his words, “The horror!
“There you are.” Sebastian’s sneakers screeched as he turned to sit on the bus bench next to him. “Are you okay?” A look of concern overtook his face, eyebrows furrowed.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
‘I’ve been feeling weird all day.’ Shawn thought while lying down on the hospital bed fully awake. Upon hearing a sound, Shawn’s head shot up. ‘Sounds like someone’s coming, wait, it sounds like more than one person. I’m counting two. Huh, that’s weird, it’s 3:30 in the morning and the nurse already went through here on her rounds half an hour ago, strange.’ Shawn mused surprised. The footsteps were coming closer to his room so Shawn closed his eyes feigning sleep.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
Merit! Wake up! We're here," Merit's dad said while patting him on the leg. "Hmm." Merit muffled as he slowly layed up on the back-car seats and became conscious.
...finds Kurtz's cabin empty, his secret sharer gone a part of himself, had vanished, "what made this emotion so overpowering was - how shall I define it..."