The tiger glared up at me (hallucinations don’t do that either) with its jaded, brown eyes, just like Hannah did when we first met but the tiger had an ‘Ah, I’ve been expecting you’ type of look on its face. It instantly stood up and shuffled towards the house slightly then rotated it’s head to face the jungle at the back of the garden (I say jungle but it’s only a forest of (very) tall weeds dad had neglected weeding for the last seven years or so we’ve lived here). It gazed back at me with pining eyes, as if to say ‘follow me’. Well, I don’t know what I was thinking at the time when I crept out the back door and into the garden, still in my school clothes and socks but that didn’t seem to matter to me as I edged towards the tiger, it strode closer and closer until our noses were touching, it was kind of wet but soft. …show more content…
I wanted to touch it, well- my hand did, so inevitably, without even checking with the sane part of my brain to check if it was ok, it reached up to stroke the tiger. I thought I was going to die, bearing in mind what type of animal this was (carnivorous, eat most things meaty/fleshy/human-y), I expected two jagged razors sinking into my arm. But to my utter bewilderment, It purred! Yes, I stroked a tiger and it purred, then it tenderly licked my hand. I quietly breathed a sigh of relieve as the tiger walked towards the tangle of weeds i.e. jungle. It looked back at me, then at the jungle, then at me again. I sensed that it wanted me to follow it and since I had the contentment of knowing it didn’t want to eat me, I did so with my head held high (Actually that wasn’t entirely true because it was raining (as always) so I had my head held low but you get the
Upon Oroonoko's approach, the tiger stares at him with a "very fierce raging look."... ... middle of paper ... ... This is a beautiful image!
go on and finish off the lion without him." As the men enter the tall grass,
In the mornings, my cat often takes up a post on my chest. His presence is heralded by a chirpy meow and four quarter-sized points of pressure where his feet make contact; as he relaxes, he settles into a loud, rhythmic purr, and the pressure of his 16 pounds is more evenly distributed across my ventral torso. If I'm slow to open my eyes, he reaches out a paw and gently pricks my face with his claws enough to make an impression but not do real damage. When I do open my eyes, I see the triangles of his ears, the dense, velvety blackness of his fur and the sheen of his nose; his yellow irises are thin rings around his dilated pupils in the dim, early light. Suppose I experienced all of those sensations up to the point of opening my eyes the pressure of my cat's weight and the pricks of his claws, his meowing and his purr and then I opened my eyes to the absence of any visual evidence of a cat.
It happened so fast. She came around the corner, the speed picked up and then we lost control. The next thing I knew, a massive tree stood above us. The slow purr of the engine sputtered, as if taking it’s last breath, leaving the night in silence.
...s that I just lost it all over a small television screen for a nameless leather-bear, and I wanted to do it again. I had raced with this burning for years, but it was now beginning to win. Now, I didn?t want to stop it. I crept closer every minute to coming out. Everything was on the verge of just going so very wrong.
As the creature interacts with people, the creature faced harassments. When the creature had isolated himself within a forest, he found himself near a family. As he watches the family filled with enjoyment, he begins to develop emotions he had never felt before. Later on, he attempted to speak to the old man, but then got turned away from the son and daughter with a look of disgust because of the way he looks. The creature was abandoned again, but
Writing from jail the day before his execution, the unnamed narrator of “The Black Cat” says, “Mad would I be to expect” belief of the “wild, yet most homely narrative” which he describes. Like the narrator of “The Tell-Tale Heart,” he proclaims, “mad am I not,” but even he has a difficult time believing “a case where my very senses reject their own evidence.” Despite his claims of sanity, the narrator commits some truly deranged and psychotic acts of violence throughout the story, which are difficult to comprehend. The narrator may suffer from a mental illness, or he may not, but by his own admission, after several years of marriage, he developed a severe drinking problem, which likely altered his perception of reality, and contributed significantly
The moon covered with dark clouds as the remaining portion of the night drifted away, the gentle wind had settled down while the dewy frost settled so effortlessly onto the ground. Ultimately, the sun extended from the peak of the mountains gradually making its way to the forest across the horizon and further within the thicket as the birds began to chirp songs of joy for the new day. Thereupon, the sun had made its way into the eyes of the exhausted timber wolf lying upon the cool damp ground awakening her. Furthermore, the female let out a whining yawn, thus stretching her jaws wide displaying her long pearly white teeth before arising from her temporary home, prolonged with another large stretch while extended her sharp brown claws in the soft soil. The female gazed into the distance as she effortlessly rose and began to push herself forward with her long legs. Subsequently, the timber wolf knew that without food; that she would not progress as quickly. She scurried the area using her long snout to obtain information into her olfactory senses, at last, a rabbit appeared out of the thicket. Effortlessly, the female scurried after it before snapping the creature into her powerful jaws executing a meal that she longed prior to the morning. She began plucking the fur off of the dead creature, coating herself with blood as she ate her only meal in several days. Thus, this creature would not go to waste as the female finished her meal quickly. As a result of her satistisfaction from the rabbit; she hurried off through the remaining portion of the forest moving quickly and
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
As we walked through the woods on the dark cold night in October we notice screaming of what we had thought to be the neighbor girl. We creep closer to the large mansion and climb the gates to get in the massive front yard. As me and my friends Kevin, Douglas, and randy reach the front door, we slowly creep open the front door, we hear screams and yells and very quickly leave the situation. We head back to the house for the night and decide that we will make a plan and return to the mansion tomorrow.
Imagine an emerald forest, teeming with jade bushes and trees that scrape the sky. Breathe in the aroma of fallen pine firs and fresh unpolluted air flowing through your threads of hair. Experience the silence. Feel the stillness. Along a chocolate dirt pathway, a creature with gleaming silver fur and bright hazel eyes stares at you.
The tiger got a bit apprehensive and said, “Please my good friend, won’t you help in building me an enclosure?”
“I once knew a girl who loved tiger’s so much she almost become one herself.” Because I am little, and my love of tigers comes directly from him, I believe he is talking about me, offering me a fairy tale in which I can imagine myself – and will, for years and years.”
Since I regained my memory I remembered how I found him. It goes back to that Zoltbandit incident; it was that day when I saw my father’s will. After I opened all the doors I saw the alien tiger. I was so shocked that it was able to survive this long. I didn’t believe there was a living creäture in here. I remembered it had black stripes, topaz eyes, and green fur. It looks like a regular tiger, but green fur and it was still a cub when I found him. I was staring at it then suddenly I thought that it might be a gift that my dad left; when I looked at it tears started to come out. It reminded me of that horrible day that I wish to omit that memory. Then I ran and hugged tiger, it was so soft. It was probably the softest thing that I ever touched. I remember at that same day I ate the most exquisite cupcake. It was a mouthwatering cupcake; if I remember right it was a chocolate cupcake that had a Twix candy bar in the top one of those fun size chocolate bar, it had Oreo cookies that were crushed on top like sprinkles, and the most delicious part of that cupcake is the frosting. It didn’t taste like of one of that junky cupcake frosting at a store it almost tasted like ice cream except it is...
As the bushes and brush grew more solid I began to ponder. Will I make it through this forest tonight or will I be taken in by the thick of the mystery? Sounds from sluggish foot steps caused a vibration around me that lead me to stop in my place and listen closely. Could this forest be haunted or was I just over exaggerating? I started to get very nervous by this time. “It will be just fine,” I told myself. I am just imagining things. I continued my journey through the forest but negative thoughts were running through my l...