Chapter One “There’s a lot more than what they’re telling you,” The cat said in a rough voice, raspy and devoid of any real feeling, other than disdain and dislike. It’s truly the kind of voice you would expect to come out of a great black tomcat, if cats could regularly speak. Glancing back nervously over my shoulder at the hall I came down, I let out a huff of breath before looking back at the cat. “I figured as much.” I said. The cat made a noncommittal noise and lifted a paw, spreading his toes and applying a surprisingly pink tongue to the task of cleaning his claws and the fur between them. For a long moment, one that felt like forever for me, he concentrated solely on that, before putting his paw down and focusing dark vermillion eyes on me, eyes that almost glowed in the dull green light of the gaslamps. “If you’ve figured that much out, what are you going to do about it?” He asked, and though his face didn’t change, the raising of an eyebrow could be heard in his gruff tone. I narrowed my eyes at him and lifted my own brow at him. “Ask the only one here who apparently has half a clue,” I told him, feeling rather annoyed with him. Something in his eyes looked pleased, and he padded gently down a few of the stairs towards where I stood at the bottom. “The rooms back here are soaked with blood,” He began, a purr entering his voice, and the cat sounded rather happy with the situation. “Not so much literally, of course. If you had a nose suited to it, you could smell the metallic stench permeating the air.” I pressed my mouth into a thin line and shook my head. “So they’re lying about the number of deaths here, are they?” I asked, and the cat replied with a shake of his head. “I wouldn’t be so sure, I think they’re eith... ... middle of paper ... ...he heads of the household. “In order to gain their former power in this world, demons must consume a lot of flesh, particularly those of the innocent and pure,” I had to stop speaking and swallow, hands trembling beneath the edge of the table as I struggled to keep my eyes forward. “Or those that are related to the body of the one they have possessed.” There was a tiny gasp from my right, and I looked over at Gertrude to see one of her hands on her mouth, expression shocked and horrified. She was, a bit surprisingly, an overdramatic actress. “How simply dreadful!” She said, though her eyes were smiling at me, daring me to do something. There was very little I could do or say, however, with the demon sitting to my right, frail and sickly looking, smiling at me as the thin bony fingers of her other hand idly rubbed against the blade of the butter knife on the table.
Gertrude is shallow, and thinks only about her body and external pleasures. Like a child, she longs to be delighted.” Gertrude “longing to be delighted” allows her to get over King Hamlet’s death quickly and embrace her new passionate affair with Claudius.
Feeling lost when one doesn’t even know them self or when one doesn’t know what to stand for or believe in anymore is exactly how Elie Wiesel felt in his book “Night”. During the time of the Holocaust, Elie was one of the victims taken into a concentration camp and forced to work to brutal extents. As a kid, Elie was determined to learn and study his religion, but that changed, along with his priorities. Devastating events changed Elie’s idea on religion, battling conflicts between himself and those around him, even the test that God seemed to implicate on Elie. To his own disbelief, Elie had given up on God and had lost his faith due to his immense struggle throughout the year he spent in the camp, carrying the burden that he does not care about the one he had always looked up too and been there for him, which is God.
In “Midnight, Licorice, Shadow” by Becky Hagenston the author successfully created complex characters that help motivated the tension in the story. Haegenston capability of switching between the past in the present to further understand the character’s actions encourages the pace of the story. By doing this reader learn more information about a character such as Lacey. One may learn that she a pathological liar that is suffering from identity crisis and may have never experience a positive relationship with any man in her life. She uses men for her benefit and we learn that when she tells us stories from her past. Readers learn that Jeremy has difficulties in social environments and building healthy relationships as well through hearing stories
Critics interpret Gertrude in a number of different ways; however, they tend to judge her by her silences or by wh...
Night by Elie Wiesel is the captivating story of Wiesels childhood, which was spent behind the barbed wire and endless suffering of World War Two concentration camps. Elies journey through concentration camps rob him of his faith in God and expose him to the deepest inhumanity of which man is capable. Despite this exposure Wiesel maintains his devotion to his father. People relate the night to evil, darkness, and the unknown. To the prisoners of the concentration camps life was like a ceaseless night. Thus explains Wiesels choice of the word for his title. According to creationism there was darkness before there was light. "Now the Earth was astonishingly empty, and darkness was on the face of the deep... And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. And God saw the light that it was good, and God separated between the light and between the darkness." Night is when the most significant parts of the story transpire. Once the Prisoners are in the camp they have a longing for darkness, for night. Which is really a longing for death.-Need to make into one sentence.
“Of course, there is so much information on the internet, but they won’t use it.”
Jeannette gets too scared so she runs outside to her father for comfort, then tells him what happened. He says, “ It’s that old ornery demon’’ (p;36). He was her source of comfort and she felt it by how empathetic he was with her whenever she was distressed.
“I-I’ll let you know,” he stated, though I could tell he was livid. His face was red and he was staring off into space above him.
"Tell me something I don't know." Cupcake replied with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
"You look like you want to ask a quesiton, so you might as well ask it while we have some relative peace and quiet" He stated, his focus going to his food as he continued to eat, though his ears were all for
devour the raw flesh” (“Maenads” par.1). So, knowing that, we take a second look at our story.
“I have to tell you something, but I can’t,” I say, tears welling in my eyes.
He cleverly justifies the ill-viewed situation of his marriage to Gertrude, reminding them that their better wisdoms' have freely gone with this affair all along'. In this way he can brush past this sensitive matter, expect no interludes and proceed to other issues. It is interesting to note the changes and flexibility of his language. Addressing the crowd he initially adopts a personal tone on the matter of the past kings death, with creative oxymorons like wisest sorrow' and defeated joy', knowing he speaks of a matter dear to all of them. He pays his own respect, in public, to the sensitive subject that should force the whole kingdom to be contracted in one brow of woe'.
There are many physical and obvious differences between day and night, however there are many subtle differences in human behavior in the day as compared to in the night. People’s behavior differs during the day and night primarily because of fear, lack of scrutiny and judgment, and liberation from obligations.