For the next week or so, we lived in terror, hoping that the entire experience was a strange dream, but that was not to be. The rats scratched and bit at the glass, though it gave no leeway. The rats and us were at a stalemate - if we went outside, the rats would devour us greedily, and if they managed to break in, the rats would still gobble us down. In any case, both choices were in the rats’ favor, so we stayed inside the lighthouse, for fear of our lives.
It was dull for a while, since all we ever did was eat, sleep, and occasionally play a game, all while the rats snarled at us, keeping us on our toes. We were running out of ideas to escape from our prison, and while the rats were still safely outside, the threat of them breaking into the light hung over us like the skin on a person.
Though, we were running out of food.
The dilemma came to us when we went up to the galley. There was barely any food in there. The supply ship hadn’t come for a while, and we were running out of water. I found this ironic, since we were surrounded by the blue ocean, which was filled with more water than all the people on the Earth could drink. We salvaged whatever food and drink we could, but it was just enough to last us for three days. I told Itchoua and Gleo that we should at least try to kill the rats, as a possible food source, but Itchoua just shook his head sadly and said, “There is no hope. We will just be overwhelmed by them, and die. Besides, the rats are nearly impossible to kill, no matter whether you are armed to the teeth or have nothing but a single arrow.”
This crushed my hopes of surviving completely, and as our food supply grew shorter and shorter, we resorted to telling stories and playing games. On the third day after we ...
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...towards the bushes, and I prayed that neither of us would trip and fall to be killed by the rats, like our unfortunate friend Gleo. We tore through the bushes, and made a beeline to the boat, hastily climbing in and rowing as fast as possible. The rats easily jumped in the water, swimming swiftly, expertly dodging the objects Itchoua was tossing at them. When we reached shore, we ran through the heavy wood as far as we could, not even looking to see if the rats were still following us, twisting and turning until we were certain we had lost them. We later found civilization, where the people welcomed us and gave us food, drink, and clothing. We lived the rest of our lives on land, never even visiting the beach.
But now, rumors were being spread about a fourth skeleton on Three Skeleton Key. And I am certain Itchoua and I are the only ones who know exactly who it is.
Firstly, Itchoua is a brave veteran who overcame many terrifying experiences while fighting with many vicious rats. Throughout the story, Itchoua proved that he was brave by putting his life at risk for the safety of his friends, persevered even though he was unconsicous and that he has characteristics of a leader. When the chief cried, Itchoua ran immediately not thinking at all and went to help his friend at risk. He sacrificed his life to help his friends from the dangerous rats. He cared for his friends and never only thought about himself. He did what ever he could for the safety of his friends. He used all his strength by trying to kill as many rats as possible an...
The book I read this month was Sammy Keyes and the Skeleton Man. This is the second book in the Sammy Keyes collections by Wendelin Van Draanen. This book is a mystery and has 171 pages.
The dozens of dirty rats, the masses of maggots, the decaying body, cloaked in the odor of it’s own feces. The sounds also add to the nightmarish sounds as well. The skittering and squeaking of rats, the deafening buzzing of flies, the grotesque squirming of maggots. Everything works together to support the claim. By the end of the chapter, the tone has changed to a feeling of calm. The chapter until now has been violent and dark, every sentence inflicting more and more pain upon the narrated. But in this part of the story, the author states that the narrated heard “...A velvety blackness that rebounds from side to side, and then wraps around him gently as he slides to the floor at the wall, a spot that now feels safe and his own. With his back comforted by the wall, he draws his knees up to his ribs and lingers with his thoughts as he drifts off towards sleep.” (Toth 9). This quote induces images of a big, empty space. The scene that the author paints is serene. Without people or obstacles or dangers, but a space that belongs to the narrated alone. The phrase “safe and his own,” really helps to give off that
The sea rats came closer and closer by the second. My heart was pounding really hard and I had butterflies in my stomach! I was running out of ideas to get out of the lantern room and looked around helplessly and my eyes grew wide when I saw the one opportunity and hope in our lives.
The three of them stopes found a good place to eat. Them they went to see what there moms had packed. It was there favorite three Big Mac 's just what they wanted. But they were in need of water so they kept going. We kept walking and walking but it took for ever. Well at least it seemed like it. It had been about 2 hours since we ate and we were in need of water. Other wise we could die from it like every one else.
Well, my escape plan failed. I was able to escape to the woods but later that evening I realized I could never make the long journey alone in the woods with no food or water.
“I had been born into a raging ocean where I swam relentlessly, flailing my arms in hope of rescue, of reaching a shoreline I never sighted. Never solid ground beneath me, never a resting place. I had lived with only the desperate hope to stay afloat; that and nothing more. But when at last I wrote my first words in the page, I felt an island rising beneath my feet like the back of a whale”.
All the other counsellors come running out to where the commotion is. The warden comes out from her cabin as well. Other boys in my group began to notice what was going on and they inch slightly closer. None of us dare to go where they could see us, anything could
It was 3:00AM, I had just been woken up from another two hour catnap, by the screams and cries of my newborn son. He was hungry yet again, and I was beyond exhausted, physically and mentally.
On the second day of this secret wandering Phillips sees a pair of migrating birds. It is the indication that land is not far off. He becomes familiar to sea and begins to like the rhythm of life on sea. He expresses the strange feeling that arises in his mind on the prospect of leaving the sea, “I want to see land; I want to go home; I definitely want to leave this ‘banana boat’, but I have a feeling that I will miss the sea.”(20) Phillips remembers his first journey through the Atlantic when he crossed the Atlantic in his mother’s arm in 1958. He has asked from his mother many times about her feelings while crossing the Atlantic. Today he has got the answer as he notices a school of porpoises, “As I continue to stare at the porpoises playing
Everything is calm in and outside of the jail cell, as the town of Maycomb has retired for the night. After being in here for days, I’ve noticed that this nighttime silence makes everything seem more melancholy. More despondent. More lonely. I miss my family and my normal life, even though it wasn’t anything special. Wake up, work in the fields, pretend the rude comments don't bother me
Immersed in a labyrinth of timbers sat a house. Not a soul dared to venture near the decaying exterior, but the one who claimed the eerie dwelling as their own. Some accused the owner of witchcraft, believing a home that demented could not exist without the aid of the supernatural. Most were too petrified to believe in such fantasy, blaming the lethargy and peculiarities of the resident for such an abomination of a home.
Rats are undesirable creatures that have been the symbol of death, pestilence, and disease. Rats can cause billions of dollars in damage and can start fires, spread serious diseases, and multiply rapidly to infest homes, according to the article Top Ten Fascinating Facts About Rats. Additionally, the inundation of rats in a home can cause panic and mass hysteria, with residents calling pest control companies and law enforcement as soon as they see a rat, as expressed by John Davidson in Floods See Rat Population Explosion . The trouble that the rats cause has been an issue for a very long time. The flood of rats that invade a home is believed to be caused by an increases in food sources near populated areas, and decreases in predators and dry
we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had
As usual I woke up to the sound of my father pounding on my bedroom door, hollering, “Get up! Get on your feet! You’re burning daylight!” I met my brother in the hallway, and we took our time making it down the stairs, still waking up from last night’s sleep. As we made our way to the kitchen, I thought about what to have for breakfast: fried eggs, pancakes, an omelet, or maybe just some cereal. I started to get hungry. As usual, mom and dad were waiting in the kitchen. Mom was ready to cook whatever we could all agree on, and dad was sitting at the table watching the news. The conversation went as usual, “Good morning.” “How are you today?”