The harsh climate of Starkfield has a sense of changing the people that encounter it, especially the Frome household. Starkfield is an interesting name for a town in New England. The narrator’s first words of the town of itself are, “But when winter shut down on Starkfield, and the village lay under a sheet of snow perpetually renewed from the pale skies...”(6). The city itself closes down due to the harsh climate and forces people inside. When people are stuck inside, that is when trouble starts brewing, or in the case of Ethan, lust.Th author’s choice of naming the fictional town is peculiar as she starts the towns name with the word “stark”.
I hear the soft moaning of the storm outside. There is rain all over the patio and the thunder and lightning is booming like the god Zeus had never been angrier. I cuddle under my wool blanket and listen to the faint noises under my feather pillow. My room is as cold as a freezer. Even colder.
He arrives at the house just as snow is starting to fall and observes the yard. “On that bleak hilltop,” he notes, “the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb” (51). While it was cold at his own house, it seems even colder here, and the weather is beginning to get worse. It isn’t even until he is at the gate of Wuthering Heights that the snow starts to fall. As will later be shown, the earth at Wuthering Heights is as cold and hard as Heathcliff’s heart.
“I felt a cold sweat run down my back as I realized what it would have been like if Lidka (the little girl) had died on the table.” The author, Mikhail Bulgakov, uses and creates, tension and drama very effectively in this story. He begins to build up tension almost from the start of the story. The setting is very suitable for the story. The sense of isolation leaves the doctor with no other option but to operate. The blizzard also emphasizes this feeling of isolation.
The coldness pierces my throat and makes it difficult to swallow my saliva. I stand up from my bed with my bones aching from within me and make my way to the kitchen to get glass of water to clear my dilapidated gullet. As I sneak towards the kitchen, the floorboards beneath my feet creak louder than a thousand smashing glasses. I shudder as the cold seems to get worse, or maybe it 's the fact that I may wake up my parents – something that I can hope to avoid at all costs. I was taken away from my family two years ago and ‘adopted’ into a white family.
They pretended they were on an expedition in the great outdoors. On that particular snowy night, Sandra... ... middle of paper ... ...dry clothes. She hurried downstairs to change, forgetting to collect her birthstone ring. Sandra was glad Megan and Jay J had come inside because she worried the weather was getting worse. The sky became inky, and the temperature outside had dropped below zero degrees.
'The air was deadly cold and the wind was like a flat blade of ice', this is pathetic fallacy because it is typical horror genre weather. Inside the house heat is used to cover up the coldness of death. 'A bright fire burning' is used to make the house seem warm. The cups of tea are used in the same way. When Billy goes to the house the landlady appears very quickly, 'like a jack-in-the-box'.
The setting is light cold snow which turns into a blizzard, in which Lockwood is unable to return to Thurshcross Grange. Mr Healthcliff makes it very clear that he is unwelcome despite the many attempts and obvious hints he makes to accept him for the night. "As to staying here, I don't keep accommodations for visitors: you must share a bed with Hareton or Joseph, if you do" Lockwood however manages to obtain a room to spend the night in. Zillah the housekeeper who we are now introduced to shows him the way. The night then continues through chapter three where Lockwood has a terrifying experience.
I was now within a couple of miles of my grandma’s house, my feet wet, my throat dry and my body cold. The wind crawled up my spine as I began to shiver. Suddenly the weather took a dramatic change for the worst. The thunder roared like the dominant lion, the lighting flashed and hailstones the size the size of golf balls began to pound my already weakened body. At this point I felt unable to carry on in my journey in the snow.
From, telephones, to banging pots and pans. Everything seemed normal the way it was suppose to be. But, that was not the case when the evening came. The weather was especially bad, with a huge storm hitting on our area and the towns around us. I sat down on the couch with my favourite pyjamas on and an extra blanket because of the chilliness.