A soft darkened sky draped across a blossoming landscape riddled with life that were homes to more than one.
This soft dark sky of the night was broken by a beautiful glow of purple shimmering flora scattered through the ground. As the sky got darker the foliage got brighter. Creatures of the night chattered through the air, as if gossip and discussions took place. The days are quiet and the nights are busy, It is during the night when things begin to unfold and populate. A group of beings walk through the natural bending structures that merely shivered by their touch.
The beings appendages rustle through, creating light to anything it touched or graced. One shifted its front towards another, the first one looked in approval.
As this happened, both spouted one from
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Suddenly the indigo returned to the purple many recognized, a sudden change that took many by surprise. Howling, chattering and all sorts of noises was that of fear or concern, but it only was a passing moment before the dark night returned to a near silence. Amongst the calm bristling foliage lay one of the two beings, they lay in a blue haze wearing uncertainty and gloom. looking to the sky, a warm glow emitted from the front of a single being.
A cold blue oddly gave a warm embrace, attracted many to open their selves rather thin hide and shelter from it like a cold night. As the colors blended once more it changed the mood to inviting, to a mellow cautious. The nearby bodies of water hanging from the foliage began to march into the ground. Single file lines slipped through the crevices of anything big enough to dance through.
Ever so softly water began thundering from the sky, the once open neighborhood became private and silent. The mellow light stood strong through the night, almost as if cautioning others to stay hidden and sheltered. Once the warm beacon in
... in the sky, described as a bright color change to a “sad universal tint of dingy purple” (216).
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
I slowly opened the door to my closet not sure of what I was going to encounter. I was hoping Narnia would be at the other end but at the opening of the door I heard stuff rumble and fall. Scared to see what was happening behind the door I took a deep breath in and knew what I was going to face was going to be no joke. There it was, all the clothes, shoes, toys, blankets, and paperwork at my feet. Everything was stacked up beginning to fall like my life as soon as I opened the closet. Slowly inhaling and exhaling I knew this was going to be a difficult task to accomplish but not impossible.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
realization. “His lips quivered and his spectacles were dimmed with mist. ’We may stay here till
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. ( This description of the scenery is very happy, usually not how one sees the world after hearing devastating news of her husbands death.)
Celie believes she has no power or say against her father and the choices he makes for her. Alfonso begins to talk about choosing a husband for Celie because he has grown tired of her and is ready to get rid of her. Alfonso also gets bored with his wife, and starts to gravitate toward his younger daughter Nettie again. Celie offers herself to Alfonso in an attempt to save her sister. Alfonso accepts her offers and has sex with her instead of Nettie, while his new wife is sick. Alfonso uses Celie for sex tries and in an attempt to turn the other girls against her he badmouths her and says that she’s a bad influence. He says Celie "ain 't fresh" (isn 't a virgin) and that she is “spoiled” Alfonso sees women as objects and once they have been
The bodies had terrified expressions on their faces and some were even pointing at something. They even found a dog with a terrified expression on its face. Mysteriously
Many of the plants and trees were cast into shadow and their colours were barely visible. They waved in the soft breeze, which brought with it a hair-raising chill. To the front
He wondered when the blackness of the night had transformed to fluorescent blues and greens. His stomach lurched as the brightly coloured world spun uncontrollably. It was as if he was back on a nauseating theme park ride from his
eyes far up and down the vista of sooty trees, hazy air and drab house
This will be an experience I could never forget! The fields below were like a crazy quilts, patches of; green, yellow, reddish, and brown spreading as far one can see. The sky is a vibrant blue color, so beautiful and crisp. The fluffy white clouds are scattered across the blue sky, they are so close now that I feel as if I can just reach out and touch one.
der an overcast sky - seemed to lead into the heart of an immense dark-
Even on the coldest, cloudiest day, the skies would break just enough over the horizon and allow the colors of the sleeping sun to shine over the water. It was where I was most at peace. At peace with the world and with myself. I held a deep passion for all things literature and nature, as well as combat sports. I struggled heavily when it comes to living in this world and making an impact on the people around me.
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).