He attempted to attend Anna’s funeral, but Anna’s father had anticipated his arrival, and Edgar was turned away. Anna’s father was still determined to separate the two young lovers, even in death. He purchased six plots at the Unitarian Church Graveyard…the very cemetery where the lovers would secretly meet. He buried Anna in one grave, and had the remaining five dug to a depth of three feet. All of the plots were unmarked.
They surged about her, caught her up and bore her, protesting, and then pleading, and then crying, back into a tunnel, a room, a closet, where they slammed and locked the door. They stood looking at the door and saw it tremble
“The assailant stabbed her again”(Pg 128), she was screaming “I’m dying! I’m dying!”(Pg 128).
a voice yelled from somewhere. I looked up at the ceiling. Will it collapse and bury us? Lucie and I clutched each other. The baby cried.”
A loud crashing sound came crawling up the stairs. Warwick and Hall sprung from the musty hole and fell to the ground. Everyone huddled around them with concern. No one said a word. They stared in astonishment while the men lay on the filthy dirt ridened floor.
Chris sits on top of the roof, video taping and narrating what has been happening in the neighborhood the past 9 days since the military took over. A fence has been put around the neighborhood and a curfew has been enforced. Everything outside of that area is determined to be a "dead zone" everyone is either dead or infected. Chris is startled when he discovers a light coming from a house up on a hill in the distance. Chris tries to show Travis his footage of the flashing light but he dismisses it.
He unlocked the door and opened it. Just before he stepped inside, he heard a faraway scream. And then another roar from the lions, which subsided quickly.” The scream in the 1st passage symbolizes someone dying, even though Mr. Hadley doesn’t know who it is, the scream indicates that someone is hurt and died.
In the story “Fences” there is a family who usually keep to themselves. It is the time when racial tensions were high. From the outside of the house if you did not know what was going on seemed normal ,but inside was different. Cory, the only son in the house felt as if his father was a lurking shadow walking in the house.
camryn klemoff narrative one day there was a girl named emily she was a very tall girl. she was about 6ft tall and was in 6th grade. She went to California with her family and she got lost and didn’t know where to go and she didn’t know what to do. Then she stopped and remembered when the last time she saw her parents her mom was named Cassey and her dad's name was bob she then remembered that she saw them at walking to dinner she then went to
"This is ruining my hardwood." Aaron grumbled as he quickly walked toward his front door. His speed however changed nothing, in fact it seemed as he went faster the plants grew quicker and soon vines were reaching toward his heels. He fell through his front door with a huff, and landed on his cement front stoop. There, it seemed the plants stopped following him, as if the presence of cement blocked their ability to seek him out.
Scott lets it go. * ** One day he hears Stiles voice through the ceiling. The sound of which he’s ever heard so rarely, but recognizes immediately. He cant really catch what he’s saying, but it’s loud and he sounds upset.
Where there were voices, there was escape. "HELP!" I shouted, hoping they would hear me. "Holy shit there's a person down there!" a feminine voice exclaimed.
When he did, he heard some weird noises, he couldn`t recognize if it was a fight between two people, just a small nice talk, or if Anne was alone, so nervously he left the house hoping he hadn`t been seen there. Anne`s
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of
