Adán rolled his violet eyes and switched off his phone. He smiled as he stared at the beautiful, lively street scene of Netherworld. Netherworld: A magical place where Heaven and Hell are its neighbors, and Purgatory as its prison for the hazardous fiends. A place where any myth and legend creature around the world exist in its culture while living in peace. Founded in five hundred and thirty-six B.C. by Thanatos. Netherworld was a place where the Gods and Goddesses would come and feast on the wicked human souls. It wasn’t until four hundred A.D. that Thanatos made Netherworld a home for the good creatures. With Thanatos as its King, Netherworld became the most peaceful place in the Spiritual World, but it wasn't until the start of writing …show more content…
Computers and phones with touch screens. Modern medicines and automobiles. Indoor plumbing and electricity, and so much more that the humans developed. Ancient Netherworld got a complete makeover. In Downtown Athens where the Temple of Olympian Zeus stood on a hilltop watching the little town, Adán walked along the sidewalk. The olive-skinned, five foot ten, lean shape body, black straight/medium-length hair, Hispanic male smiled at the creatures greeting him on the sidewalk. He dropped the eggshell color-looking cloth bag from around his shoulder and untwisted the handles. “Hijo de puta,” he mumbled as the bottle of red wine fell onto a loaf of bread. A sigh escaped his lips as he noticed the shadows of the pedestrians stepped around him. “I’m sorry.” he picked up the bag and moved towards the front of a building to pluck with the items in it. He knelt in front of it and organized them by size and weight. “Cheese goes on top of the eggs. Wine with the honey. Coffee with the cake.” he placed the items in the right order and hoisted the bag over his right …show more content…
As the raven cries out: Nevermore! Nevermore!” sang a masculine voice inside Adán’s pocket. The teen groaned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He read the caller’s name, UNKNOWN, and sighed. “Hello?” he answered in annoyance. “Well, that's no way to talk to the King’s Messenger, Mister X,” said a penetrating, shrill male voice on the other end. Adán rolled his eyes. “Especially through a wireless telephone.” “What is it, Apostolos?” Adán asked in a monotone voice. He hated this guy. He never understood why the King hired this stuck-up asshole. So what if he was a Greek herald! Does that give him any right to treat all the citizens, Knights, and Reapers in Netherworld like dirt? “King Thanatos would like the following Knights to the castle in the Germanic area at sixteen hundred hours, tout de suite: Adán X,” Apostolos cleared his throat. “And Rufus Berhtolf Roescheisen. That is all.” “Wait, that’s it? For what?” Adán questioned as he raised a brow. “I cannot tell you anything, you-” “Say something racist, you orange asshole. I’ll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat,” Adán warned with a snarling growl. “The next time you have to take a piss, you’ll be pissing through a straw. Do you want to make that
Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, "The Raven" starts off in a dark setting with an apartment on a "bleak December" night. The reader meets an agonized man sifting through his books while mourning over the premature death of a woman named Lenore. When the character is introduced to the raven he asks about Lenore and the chance in afterlife in which the bird replies “nevermore” which confirms his worst fears. This piece by Edgar Allen Poe is unparalleled; his poem’s theme is not predictable, it leads to a bitter negative ending and is surrounded by pain. To set this tone, Poe uses devices such as the repetition of "nevermore" to emphasize the meaning of the word to the overall theme; he also sets a dramatic tone that shows the character going from weary
The raven’s response with “nevermore” is the Raven offering certainty to the narrator. The raven embodies the hopes of the narrator’s chance at feeling loved and cared for, and the Raven is seen as the free and unbound bird to which it comes and goes at the dawn of a new light (most likely referring to the beginning of a new relationship with another human being).
Although there were many other things to worry about as I transported my flock, my mind still drifted to the merchant's daughter. The dark night sky gave my memory time to fade into familiar sounds and colors that made my recollection of that day clear and vivid.
Already overcome with grief for his lost love Lenore, a raven flying into the narrator’s study only makes the narrator worse. The narrator keeps repeating phrases such as, “ ’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door…”, and it appears as if he’s trying to convince himself of reality and what’s going on outside of his head (Poe, The Raven). Then after the raven enters, he proceeds to have a whole conversation with it, and he seems to be taking it to the heart, while the raven is only saying the word nevermore every time the narrator stops talking. The narrator’s mind exaggerates the encounter with the raven , to the point where he truly believes that the raven understood him. Because of this, the narrator of The Raven is also
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
”/ Quoth the Raven “Nevermore” (93-96). The narrator, perhaps realized, that the only word the raven would reply with is “nevermore”. In conclusion, the narrator knew he had to move on, but wanted to hear it from someone else, other than himself; so he asked the raven if he’d ever be reunited with Leonore again, and of course, he replied with
removed her overthrow as she was too hot. She had to find a job. She
It began in a land called Trenborough. Trenborough was beautiful. The trees were greener, the water was bluer, and the daises were brighter. There were rolling hills, Colossal mountains, endless seas, and glorious kingdoms. There was a particular kingdom, and a particular town, where the biggest change in all of history occurred.
Several minutes ago, a rather shabby bearded man came running into my living room. I do not know how he found access to the house or even what caused him to come running into my living room in the first place. He seemed frantic wearing a bathrobe, holding in one hand a towel, in the other, a book that had in large cheerful font the words: Don’t Panic. He claimed to be Arthur Dent a man from England trying to warn Earth about the coming Vogon attack.
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
I awake from the breeze that blows theouout the dungeon cells. I open my eyes slightly to the surprise sight of a torch being lit up near what seems to be the dungeons main door. Wiping my eyes I look around and see prince Nerian sleeping with his back to the wall. He doesn't seem that old. I'd assume 20s?
1 a (1) : a nether world in which the dead continue to exist : hades (2) : the nether realm of the devil and the demons in which the damned suffer everlasting punishment – often used in curses or as a generalized term of abuse . b Christian Science : error 2b, sin; 2 a : a place or state of misery, torment, or ...
Technology has gone from colorless block televisions and giant computer to computers you could fit on your fingertip and televisions that are flat and 3 Dimensional. Now they even are making holograms and televisions that go into an even better quality of graphics. There are thousands