Andy was also caught off guard as he ran straight into the clutches of a Monster. Grabbing Andy by the neck the Preacher picked him straight up into the air and squeezed. His face instantly went purple as blood was already dripping from his nose and ears. Squeezing harder, he became overjoyed and watched the blood start to run from his eyes. The pressure became so overwhelming Andy's eyes began rupturing. Finally, the Preacher slammed his body on the counter. Amber jolted at the sound of the thud and Frank stopped calling for help. Squeezing his throat one more time, created a low resonating "Plop", and he was dead. The Preacher walked behind the counter passing Amber. “Stay here,” he said going into the back kitchen. Walking behind Frank who stood shaking in the window and still holding the phone he turned the faucet on and began washing his hands. Frank could not move, he just kept looking forward and hoped for the best. Finally, the tap turned off, and the Preacher reappeared at the counter. Bending down retrieving the rather large briefcase he pulled Andy off of the counter. Replacing him with the briefcase, he pressed the two tiny buttons and the latches sprung open. “Would you come out here Frank,” he asked politely. Frank did not move. Amber gave him another moment. Still he did not move. “Get out here Frank,” Amber said turning her head and mouthing, “Before he kills you.” “I don't plan on killing anyone else tonight my dear,” the Preacher said hearing her lips pronounce the words. Counting the money bundles inside the case, he set one off to the side. Amber's eyes just grew as she looked at Frank and twitched her head angrily, trying to spur him coming out to the counter area. Finally, Frank came out reluctantly and stood... ... middle of paper ... ...rote many books that were modest sellers, none quite as successful as the story of Tandy Warren. She loved telling her children the story of the witch, and she enjoyed it even more when she told her grandchildren. By then the vocal edition had become much tamer than her book. She thought about the Preacher many times over the next seventy three years. But even when he visited her in nightmares, she never spoke a word of him. Even when asked how she came about the story she always left out the part of the Preacher, until she was on her death bed. When she was surrounded by her loved ones, she blessed them and confessed her love for them all. Then, she said, “And God Bless the Preacher at the diner, and even after death, I pray I never see him.” Her last words were a mystery that would be the source of many conversations. With fans, friends and family, for generations.
The story begins with the protagonist, Tia, and her best friend, Marcelle, hanging out after Sunday School as usual, watching and gossiping about the other girls. However, this Sunday was different as Tia is struggling with the message from her class. The readings from that morning showed how conservative Tia’s life was at this point. In addition to these traditional readings, many of the girls in Tia’s class were beginning to speak in tongues; however, Tia is unable to master this skill. “You could only truly speak in tongues when all the worldly matters were emptied from your mind, or else there was no room for God.” Tia is constantly trying to achieve this connection, but is
While most people are familiar with the notorious Salem Witch Trials in 1692, many people are unaware that similar events were taking place in other parts of New England in the very same year. The book, Escaping Salem: The Other Witch Hunt of 1692, takes readers through an intriguing narrative of a young girl with claims of being bewitched. Although I was concerned at first about the book being in a narrative style, the author was very concise and used actual evidence from the trial to tell an accurate and interesting story.
Thursday comes and the hippie waits by the entrance to the cemetery. Sure enough, at six PM he sees the nun enter and he quietly follows her. She stops and kneels by a headstone and clasps her hands in prayer.
Frank’s head ached from the strain, but remained calmer than usual. He needed to get to his destination and fast.
A few seconds after Maggie made eye-contact with the young boy, who seemed to be demonically possessed, she fainted from fear, and fell to the floor. Reagan and Chandler ran down the stairs screaming to get their dad. Once they reached their parent’s room, Chandler pulled the covers off of their father and Rachel tapped his face, but there was no response. After several minutes of trying to awaken their dad, they called 911 for an ambulance. While waiting for the ambulance to arrive, Reagan and Chandler sullenly went back upstairs to check on their mom. To their surprise, Maggie was awake and crouched down in the corner of their bedroom. The boy, which was previously there, was now nowhere in sight. Relieved, they rushed over to their mom and asked what happened. Maggie couldn’t tell them, because she didn’t have a clue what had happened. Reagan and Chandler carefully guided their mom down the stairs to their dad. Maggie was startled when she saw her husband lying unresponsive on the bed and immediately started CPR. After what seemed like an eternity of chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth, the ambulance finally arrived and rushed Joe to the nearest
Plot: Woman gets call at work from her father, telling her that her mother is dead. Father never got used to living alone and went into retirement home. Mother is described as very religious, Anglican, who had been saved at the age of 14. Father was also religious and had waited for the mother since he first met her. They did not have sex until marriage and the father was mildly dissapointed that the mother did not have money. Description of the house follows, very high ceilings, old mansion it seems, with chimney stains, it has been let go. Jumps in time to narrators ex-husband making fun of narrator fantasizing about stains. Next paragraph is the father in a retirement home, always referring to things: ‘The lord never intended.’, shows how old people have disdain for new things, the next generation appears to be more and more sacreligious. Shows streak of meanness when ‘spits’ out a reference to constant praying, narrator claims he does not know who he is talking to, but appears to be the very pious mother. Following paragraph jumps back in time to when narrator was a child, she asks her mother constant questions about her white hair and what color it was, mother says she was glad when it wasn’t brown like her fathers anymore, shows high distaste towards her father, the narrators grandfather.
She turned the other direction so as to not watch him leave--it was too hard. Then she heard him call, "Danielle!" She turned back around. "I'm sorry." He said.
"Allie! Wait!" he called. Shock of shocks, she stopped. The pack horses crowed in around her.
Evangelist exclaimed, “An Elder! I am undone! To what do we have this pleasure Sir?” while struggling through his words; for an Evangelist, a thing that happens not oft. Then the Elder answered, “I have carried the souls of your friend's wife and children here. I see that you have made it through the terrible pass of Merciless men where you gave up Mercy in order to ...
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
Up on the stage, Bayley finally got a glimpse of what was going on and backpedalled instinctively from the fracas. There was a look of horror on her face now.
And bleed he did. The thick pool of red surrounding him quickly. He was not sure how much blood he was losing, but it was more than enough for him to pass out.
Religion is one of the main themes in her works and also in "Greenleaf." In this short story, the Southern writer exposes two of her major preoccupations about religion:
After Nick left the rooming house, Ole started to move around a little, then he got up. Ole went down to the garage to get some tools to make a snare trap. Meanwhile, Al and Max took a little break before they went to kill Ole. Max turned around and talked to Al, " Eh Al, I think that kid name Nick, we saw at the diner, was quite a kid. he is brave enough to take note of what happened back at the diner." said Max. Al look at Max and pause for a second, "He did ? I did not notice that at all" said AL, "If I see that kid again, I will send him down to hell! So both, him and the swede can keep each other company in Hell." said Max. Al look at the town clock as he laughed at Max remarks at the sametime. At midnight, Max and Al arrived at the rooming house. While the two killers were trying to find an easy way to sneak in, Nick packed up all his lugages to get readt to flee, away from the town. Nick suddenly dropped his notebook, then he decided that he wanted to do one last favor for Ole. Nick will turn this notebook contains information about what happened at the diner to the police st...
... John spits in the woman's face. "YOU MONSTER. WHERE IS SHE?" She stands up and walks into another room. A few moments later, she returns. Allison holding her hand. Horror fills him when he sees what they have done to her. Her eyes are gone. She is like them. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?" He screams. "Allison, honey! Come here! It's me, honey! It's daddy!" She runs to him and hugs him. Relief fills him as he hugs her. However, that relief soon turns to terror as he feels teeth sink into his neck. He gasps for air and spits blood out of his mouth. He closes his eyes, and then all that is left is darkness. “He knew too much, and we couldn’t risk him remembering on his own. Poor guy. And well… we wouldn’t want our new little girl to starve would we? She’s got quite an appetite.” She grins as she watches the young child rip the flesh off of the man she once called “Dad”.