Going Home- Creative Writing

It wasn't much, but it kept her and Aolis warm at night. Also, it hid them from any passerby who came through the forest going to the cities or villages. Making the shelter wasn't easy either. The trees were hard to climb, she only took the bow her Uncle gave her along with a dagger, and the dagger she used as a hatchet most of the time. Scythea knew living on her own wasn't going to be a dream come true.

The two were silent for a moment, trying to regain control of their breathing and their heart beats. It was quiet on Fertain, as the wind gently blew through the trees and foliege. Wind and darkness were the only two of the three climates on Fertain. The third was rain which they rarely got, but if they were lucky they'd get at least on hour of frozen solid rain. Hint; stay indoors during that hour.

The mood of sorrow reflected in the poem by the previous line could be a visual description of closed up shops or rundown buildings looking worse for wear in the nighttime, deserted, and empty; it must be bad as it is not just sad but described as saddest. No mention of persons around the city lane, which adds to the solitude and emptiness of the night. The brooding by the speaker gives way to melancholy, as he... ... middle of paper ... ... alone at night. Although not mentioned in poem, there is an overture of a burden or “sigh” by the speakers tone. The symbolism of the night conveys a sense of fear.

The atmosphere here was calm, no noise apart from that of the insects and animals. It was dark as well as light as the sun tried to shine through the evergreen leaves of the tall emergent trees. There were no buildings or open space, but a river running close by. Our hopes got high but as we got close the water was not clean and not drinkable. On one side of the river many tropical fruits hang in the trees just like baubles hanging off a Christmas tree.

Paul later finds the silence comforting when he is in the stable. It is described as a "deep hollow calm within, a vast darkness engulfed beneath the tides of moaning wind" (78). The silence protects him and brings him relief from the dangerous world outside. Unfortunately, the walls seem to weaken against the powerful wind, and "instead of release or escape from the assaulting wind, the walls [are] but a feeble stand against it" (78). Paul begins to understand what Ellen is feeling, and the wind screams like Ellen's cries.

Across the road, a short wooden fence separated me from my wonderful weekend of adventure. From the second I reached the parking lot, I realized that this hike, a great way to escape from reality for a weekend, awaited me upon the trail I saw dwindling in the distance. Due to my college freshman regimen of a bad diet and no exercise, the first bald I climbed winded me. At the summit of this little hill, however, a great vista gently caressed my eyes, as the natural beauty of Tennessee flowed over me. Verdant hills broiled before me, bubbling away into the distance to pop upon the backs of monstrous mountains.

The Dark! - Original Writing All I see before me is darkness-a cold and chilling sight compared to the warmth my previous life had comforted me with. Everywhere I look is black, not a light or spark in sight. The situation I find myself in is so uncommon, yet so alluring to my senses. My body has become numb from the cool wind blowing, yet the wind seems to touch my mind as well, sending me into panic.

All night he had been sitting there in the damp hoping that he would get a glimpse of the mysterious person in black that the village people knew so little yet talked so much about. But as in their stories the mist came and he stood little chance of seeing the figure but he remained there just in case it returned. As soon as it was light enough he decided to make his way down the bank and inspect the old and supposedly unused track. It took him a good fifteen minutes to make his way down the steep sides trying not to slip but when he reached the bottom he gave a great sigh of relief. He picked his way along until he reached the tunnel mouth, being careful not to trip on the uneven and uncared for sleepers that with many years of no use were now rotting.

One more sleep over. One more day she didn’t have to worry about the rest of her life. Making her mind up to take pleasure in what time she had left Kristin took her charges outside to the swing set their dad had built. And, just because she could, Kristin swung and took several rides down the slide he... ... middle of paper ... ... climb out of the TV into the living room. Unsure why she was so jumpy tonight Kristin tried to remember the upcoming tragedies so she would be prepared for them.

Goodman’s secretiveness/deception is an indicator from the very beginning of the tale and the beginning of his married life that he is a loner, an isolationist – one who is not a  naturally gregarious sort of individual. Throughout the majority of the story, Goodman is alone with the devil – veritable solitude. And at the climax of the tale Brown is left totally alone in the middle of the forest: Whether Faith obeyed, he knew not. Hardly had he spoken, when he found himself amid calm night and solitude, listening to a roar of the wind, which died heavily away through the forest. He staggered against the rock, and felt it chill and damp, whil... ... middle of paper ... ... Jo Kinnick.