Tory trembled and sobbed as her father standing stone face before her. With loud broken tones she exclaimed, “I’m scared. I changed my mind. I don’t need my blanket.”
“You need to go down stairs and get your blanket. You wanted it. Don’t allow your fears to stand between you and what you want,” pronounced Dad in his get-it-done voice.
It was quarter till ten and the house was completely dark. Tory’s mind swam with the infinite possibilities of what terrors lay waiting in the bottom part of the house. She cried all the more and her brother and sisters watched from their doorways as she and Dad had their standoff in the hall.
He stood there silent as tears and cries leapt from her face. Then he knelt down and took her by the shoulders in a firm, strong and loving embrace. “I will not have weak children. There is a place for fear, when there is something that can actually hurt you. But there is nothing in this house that can hurt you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I locked up the house myself. And fears that stop you from having what you want when there is no threat are not healthy. You ...
She holds back the close emotional connections that her children and husband crave. Instead, she prepares her children for life's disappointments and hardships, for which she has never expected.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Usually, their home is silent, but when one day the narrator suddenly hears something inside another part of the house, the siblings escape to a smaller section, locked behind a solid oak door. In the intervening days, they become frightened and solemn; on the one hand noting that there is less housecleaning, but regretting that the interlopers have prevented them from retrieving many of their personal belongings. All the while, they can occasionally hear noises from the other
Mankind in his natural state serves as the topic for continuous debate among countless philosophers. Many theories follow that of Genesis in which humanity is naturally virtuous and only upon the return to the savage state will they escape the corruption and immorality of civilization. Conversely, mankind is also deemed by many as inherently wicked and sinful and only through the acquisition of self-knowledge do they become moral. These theories are explored in Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness and Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus as the characters of each story are placed into a state of overwhelmingly unrestricted freedom resembling that of the pre-civilized age. This vast sense of liberty proves to be a poisoned gift while supporting the latter of theories as Heart of Darkness’s Mr. Kurtz and Dr. Faustus each succumb to the immoral inclinations of human instinct. Mr. Kurtz parallels Dr. Faustus as they each travel into the unknown for the purpose of self-improvement and tragically, in the midst of a final revelation, fall victim to the wickedness of natural human instincts.
is an exposure of Belgian methods in the Congo, which at least for a good
Whether God exists or not, the importance of God in a human life, the values of religions... have been a controversial and abstract enigma of man’s spiritual life. On the way to find the truth, many people seem to lose their initial purpose as well as their beliefs. Throughout his Christian novel, This Present Darkness, Frank E. Peretti calls attention, mostly from the Christians, to the importance of prayer and faith in God in a Christian’s life.
“I felt scared because I didn’t know much about younger children. I also was nervous because I didn’t get along with my step-son and was scared that I wouldn’t get along with my own children when they were older.”
With a shrug of his shoulders, the man unlatched the thick wooden door and Elizabeth stepped in. Silence sliced through the pungent air. The sight before her made her heart bleed. In the depths of the darkness, 300 vacant faces stared at her. Children hung in filth to the ragged skirts of their mother’s shapeless
This passage was written by Elizabeth Bowen and is titled ‘A Day in the Dark’. It is a story told by a girl named Barbie. She tells a tale of when she was fifteen and visited the house of Miss Branderry to return a copy of Blackwood’s and to request to borrow, for her father, a thistle cutter. She also takes some roses to apologise for glass stain and thumbmarks on the cover of the magazine. The passage mainly focuses on Barbie and her view on the events. But the passage also looks into the relationships between the Barbie and her uncle, and Miss Branderry and her niece.
Amon sat among the dark foliage watching the windows in the hotel for any sign of life. His stomach tugged at him again and he plucked one of the velvety leaves from the branch where he perched, stuffing it into his mouth to chew. He had watched the man coming and going for days, silently wishing he could approach him. He knew better than to try, several large scars evidence of lessons learned previously. Still it didn't stop the longing for companionship which ached deep inside him not unlike his hunger.
In the early parts of the story, the narrator behaves in a way that would be expected of a young child. She, along with her younger brother, finds Henry Bailey (the family’s hired hand) to be quite amusing in his antics. She states that “we admired [Henry] for [his] performance and for his ability to make his stomach growl at will, and for his laughter, which was full of high whistling and gurgling and involved the whole faulty machinery of his chest”(101). Being afraid of the dark is another experience that she and her brother share, and they fabricate rules that “When the light was on, [they] were safe as long as [they] did not step off the square of worn carpet which defined [their] bedroom-space” (101). Children that are of a young age will often make up stories that reflect their s...
her son and to do so she feels she must shelter him from the truths of his father. “I
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
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Summary: In the quiet town of Malgudi, in the 1930's, there lived Savitri and her husband, Ramani. They lived with their three children, Babu, Kamala, and Sumati. Savitri was raised with certain traditional values that came into internal conflict when she took Ramani, a modern executive, as her husband. Savitri has endured a lot of humiliations from her temperamental husband and she always puts up with his many tantrums. To find solace and escapism, she takes refuge in 'the dark room', a musty, unlit, storeroom in the house. But when Ramani takes on a beautiful new employer, Savitri finds out that her husband has more than a professional interest in the woman. So, at first, she tries to retreat to her dark room. But she realises that hiding in there won't help. So she tries to leave the house. She stayed with a friend in another village. But after staying there for some time, she can't help but think of her husband and their children. What would happen to them? After doing a lot of thinking, she finally decides to go back home. In the end, Ramani has finally stopped seeing Shanta Bai, the other woman, and I guess you could say it's a happy ending. It's now up to you to go and guess the rest. Savitri is very much real. She is basically quite like most people. They treat problems like that. They find ways to escape it. Like booze, drugs, suicide, etc. In Servitor¡¯s case, she stays in the dark room, and finally, leaves her family. As I was reading "The Dark Room¡±, I felt compassion towards Savitri. I can clearly see that she was a confused woman. It was depicted through the first part of the story wherein her son was ill and she told Babu, her son, not to go to school that day. But Ramani intruded upon them and said that Babu has to go to school and that his illness is merely a headache. Savitri didn't know what to do then. She was concerned for Babu¡¯s health, but at the same time, she didn't want to argue with Ramani. In the end, Babu had gone off to school. As for Ramani, I felt like shouting at him while reading the novel because of his bullying.