Florescent lights flooded Ezra’s vision as he opened his eyes. He could vaguely make out a plain white ceiling and the same coloured walls with a few paintings, and a window opposite to him. He tried to sit up, but when he did so, a wave of nausea hit him and he leaned over the side of the bed and vomited in the floor. A nurse ran in and helped him lay back again. The pain was so bad that his vision was fading in and out, and he felt his head begin to throb. “Are you okay, sir?” The nurse asked him, though her voice sounded distant. He nodded to her and closed his eyes. Within moments of doing so, his consciousness started to fade until he was almost asleep. “Sir? Mr. Helding?” The nurse’s voice was fuzzy and distant as drifted off to sleep. “Ezra? Ezra…?” Her voice started to morph and change into a very familiar sound; Rose’s voice. He briefly opened eyes …show more content…
Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, especially for Ezra. The whole day didn’t feel real to him. His family and friends were all sitting around a small fire on the beach beside the hotel they were all staying at, and everything just felt… right. All the kids had gone to bed and all the adults had been up for hours drinking and laughing, but not Ezra. He didn’t drink because he didn’t want to distort any of the memories that were being created. He wanted to remember everything perfectly. Rose, on the other hand, apparently didn’t mind and had been drinking as much if not more than everyone else. She was dancing around the fire with her friends, laughing, having a good time. Or, at least, she saw it that way. In reality she was bumbling around talking gibberish to everyone. But she still looked stunning doing it. Ezra laughed softly then got up and intercepted her as she almost fell to the ground. She laughed and clung to him, not being able to regain her balance, but Ezra steadied her and held her
The author illustrates the “dim, rundown apartment complex,” she walks in, hand and hand with her girlfriend. Using the terms “dim,” and “rundown” portrays the apartment complex as an unsafe, unclean environment; such an environment augments the violence the author anticipates. Continuing to develop a perilous backdrop for the narrative, the author describes the night sky “as the perfect glow that surrounded [them] moments before faded into dark blues and blacks, silently watching.” Descriptions of the dark, watching sky expand upon the eerie setting of the apartment complex by using personification to give the sky a looming, ominous quality. Such a foreboding sky, as well as the dingy apartment complex portrayed by the author, amplify the narrator’s fear of violence due to her sexuality and drive her terror throughout the climax of the
The second paragraph is the first vivid image she talks about, it is this vegetable clown painting on the hotel wall. She uses the sense of sight, as she describes all the vegetables they used to create this clown. She describes the painting as, “a print of a detailed and lifelike painting of a smiling clown’s head, made out of vegetables” (pg. 325). She then describes the hotel lobby where she uses the senses of sight and sound. She writes on how there was a drunk man screaming at the TV, while others were asleep. She writes about the aquarium, the women sitting on the chair, the child’s bucket and shovel and how the hotel lobby was, “dark, derelict room, narrow as a
Ralph heard the night watchman call lights out. The moon gleaming in the window was the only source of light within Ralph’s room now. Even in the dim light he could make out the sink and toilet. The room was padded, and the door had a glass window that reflected fluorescent light into the room. The combination of the artificial and natural light created a faint glimmer upon the mirror that hung above the sink.
The first few lines describe how his cousin started out in the glow of the gas station where he was, and him driving off to an open area in a town with the stars above him. The light here represented safety. Colum has started off in a situation where he was very close to this light: where there was, most likely, a store and other people. After he is done at the gas station he then drives away. Heaney gives us the image of the lampposts passing by as he drove. This shows how the light was now outside of where he was but it was still with him. Finally he drives up to Netownhamilton, passing some forests on the way and place where the only light that he is exposed to is the stars that are shining down at him from the sky. This now represents how the imminent safety that he had at the public gas station was now gone and he was isolated, in these hills only lit by stars. The safety in the light is now, far way: leaving him exposed to anything "outside". The image of the first few lines is of Colum now isolated, surrounded...
ain't asleep -- he's dead. You hold still-- I'll go en see. "He went, and
"That's great news." Nolan said as stepped further into the room, he plopped down on the couch across from the hospital bed. Aimee gestured to her doctor; she leaned down to her ear.
In a panic, she called emergency services, and Dr. Alexander was rushed to the hospital. After several tests, medicines, and scans, he was still not doing well and was actually falling deeper and deeper into a coma. He had less than 10% of his brain function left, and everyone was finally addressing the fear that they were going to lose him. While lying there unresponsive and barely alive on that bed, Dr. Alexander was experiencing something completely
He wondered if he had gone mad. He covered his ears with both of his hands, but he could still hear the garbled voices that were echoing around the room. He sat for a moment behind his desk and slow his breathing telling himself that he was simply tired.
The book of Zephaniah contains messages of divine judgment against Judah and Jerusalem, as well as against other nations. It addresses a rare concentration of references to central issues in the history of ancient Israel. Idolatry, violence, and deception abound in Judah when Zephaniah began prophesying. Zephaniah's prophesying made it clear that Yahweh would execute vengeance upon unrepentant wrongdoers. His adverse judgments would be visited not only upon Judah and Jerusalem, but also upon other peoples: the Philistines, Ammonites, Moabites, Ethiopians, and Assyrians. Significantly, Zephaniah, the prophet, never stands at the center of the book of Zephaniah; the word of Yahweh is at the center of the book. Zephaniah is mentioned only insofar as he is necessary for the interpretation of the text.
Unfortunately, there is not a lot of information known about Zeami’s early birth or even early life. However, his father introduced him to Noh at a very young age, and not soon after, he became a well-known actor who possessed superb adaptability – mastering a variety of complex roles such as elegant women, young child and even alpha males. When he originally displayed his work to Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, Zeami was portrayed a child actor in his play around the age of 12. Yoshimitsu thought very fondly of Zeami’s attributes, talents and innovative concepts of theater. He consequently started putting Zeami in his plays and started implementing the new concept of theatre – known as Noh. Zeami was the most influential piece of Noh’s development
Barrett opened his mouth to say something but then the door opened and Carol walked through and yelled “WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?” “I’m talkin to myself” Barrett lied quietly. “Well quiet down I’m trying to sleep” said Carol and then she clumsily stumbled out of the room.
With both hands resting lightly on the table to each side of his white foam cup, Otis stared into its deep abyss of emptiness with his head bowed as if willing it to fill again, giving him a reason to enjoy the shelter that the indoors provided. I could almost touch the conflict going on inside of him, a battle of wills as if he was negotiating with an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. I sensed a cramp of discomfort seizing his insides, compelling him to flee, then a silent resolve, as if a moment of clarity had graced his consciousness.
As consciousness slowly begins to return to John Luther, he hears voices surrounding him. Questions clutter his mind as he tries to move on the cold hard surface that he is sprawled out upon. The movement sends a surge of pain throughout his whole body. His eyes feel too heavy to open, but he forces them to. The bright lights blind him momentarily, but his eyes adjust a few seconds later. He sees two men dressed in suits hovering above him. He is quickly frightened when he realizes that in place of their eyes is nothing but darkness. The last thing John feels is a pinch in his left forearm and then the light is gone.
Inhale, exhale, pushing another breath into the ether as he slid his arms behind his head, cushioning him as he felt his eyes close in the stillness of the night.
I laid in the cotton blanket, staring at the grey ceiling. It was like every other basic hospital room. This included the beeping machines, pastel curtains, and that oh so marvelous smell that is associated with the place. The only thing that was remotely interesting was the window. Not the window itself but the view. The room overlooked dazzling crimsons and yellows of the fall trees that were similar to a blazing fire. It was almost enough to distract me from my unconscious sister.