The Binders and the End I ducked and tried to run for it, but the Binder caught my arm and twisted it behind my back and shoved my face into the fountain, I fought back but the hand on my neck was too strong and I had to hold my breath, I'm dying I thought and wondered what was happening to Gunni. I couldn't hold my breath much longer. I fought back desperately but only got soaked in the process. I'm drowning I thought, they've gone too far…a red haze filled my mind and I slowly began to relax. I opened my eyes only to see Ramjeet pressing hard into my chest; it felt as if a whole river had transformed my body because with each pump of Ramjeet's fists on my chest brought an entire flood of water which had stung my throat. "What are you doing?" I spluttered "What's happened? Why are you crying Ramjeet?" He looked at me, choking back tears. I started to get worried and my breathing became irregular because I was gasping. "Are you okay Ramjeet?" "I thought you'd left us and gone to be with Mum and Dad…" I gazed into his eyes and noticed what I thought was a figure…I stared and noticed that Ramjeet was crying. It was haunting me that something was wrong, I needed to know. "What's wrong Ramjeet?" My voice tried to rise but squeaked. It started to dawn on me what had happened, it was happening again ii thought - I could see a limp black figure being held down and a forest of people around him. Kicking him, beating him with something. "Where's Gunni? Where is he?!" I demanded. "He's dead" a voice echoed. Dead…Dead…Dead… "No, He's not! He is not dead!" I protested with tears running down my face. Everything started spinning and I seen a collage of colours bobbed in different positions. My stomach gave a violent start and it turned into a hunk of ice. The ground rushed up to meet me very suddenly.
Fear lit up my eyes. I shifted my eyes slowly just enough to see who was holding me down. It was Curley.
I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I
He beat me until I swung back and forth by my wrists, half-crazy with pain, unable to find my footi...
bites his thumb at, he loses his courage. "No sir I do not bite my
The setting of this picture is in an open field with the shadow of the sw...
shows that he was about to die just as the leaves in the tree were.
who had her head against the window staring out into infinite blackness. Out of nowhere a black
Of the topics discussed in class, my favorite world music culture, Western art musical style, and American musical genre were West Africa, Middle Ages, and secular/popular, respectively. There were many topics discussed in class, but I feel like these topics appealed to me the most, which made them more interesting. It is actually pretty hard to pick a favorite in each style and genre because each one is interesting in its own way. All of these topics were important to discuss in class, but a few made more of an impact on me than others.
The man thought that it would be best just to run from the figure and get out of the forest as soon as possible, but the more the man ran the more he saw the figure, it was as if there were many of them wherever he looked, the man started to slow down to pull out his camera and flashlight, just to record if anything bad happened and anybody need to find him.
...rivers of paint rush across the dark black ground, creating writhing intertwining shapes that suggest figures in a landscape setting, but without any specificity whatsoever.
I realized my weakness while trying to open my eyes. I rolled his gaze up beneath my closed lids and let go the bitten apple I was holding in my hand.
I raised my arms in anger, ?I?m talking to you.? Instantly his arm swung swiftly, like steel, it impacted on mine. Fear bulged from my eyeballs, he grasped both my hands and heaved me up. My feet dangled in the air.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
There was only one holder left to complete the climbing right before my hands but I couldn’t catch it to the last. Besides, I had no more strength to climb and catch it. I tried to reach the top over many times but my feet kept slipping. At last, I realized that I’ll not able to finish it this time. So after few minutes of trying I came down with no regrets because I tried my best
back to the room and was scolded by my mom. My mom held on to my arm