Just this quote alone describes how twisted his mind was. The imagery used drew me in because it described how calm he was yet right on the edge of crazy. It makes you wonder how the killer can be so sensitive one moment and then so violent then next. The author used a lot of descriptive words throughout the book especially when the victims dead bodies were described how they were found. Things get carried away during the robbery when he realizes there is no money in the house.
4.Create a character through the camera 5.Desing a costume. 6.Plagerisim report 7.reaserch 1. Annotate the poem and research: Summary of poem: The poem starts out with a highwayman (this is a thief who use to hold people’s carriages they usually come on horseback) visiting his girlfriend Bess who is the daughter of an innkeeper.
In paragraph 15 the author states “In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of thunder and the feel of rain blowing in through the open window.” This shows us as readers that they were frightened by what was to come of the storm. As
He could imagine his deception of this town “nestled in a paper landscape,” (Collins 534). This image of the speaker shows the first sign of his delusional ideas of the people in his town. Collins create a connection between the speaker’s teacher teaching life and retired life in lines five and six of the poem. These connections are “ chalk dust flurrying down in winter, nights dark as a blackboard,” which compares images that the readers can picture.
Sharon Olds describes the man across her in a way that the reader can imagine his physique and infer on his way of life. Lines in the poem like “his feet are huge” and the “cold look of the muger”. “I am white, and without meaning or trying to i must profit from his darkness”. These lines give the reader a
The wind blew heavily, rain pours down, and tree's leaves rustle. Reading these words, the setting is seen to be as a terrible storm occurring. Not only does this description set up the setting, but it also gives the mood to scenario. The mood for this scenario would be gloomy and depressing. Many stories are like this they use a descriptive word or use objects to influence the setting and mood.
The author uses Figurative Language in story’s a lot. Many authors use Figurative Language to entertain readers. Like in the poem “Oranges”They had a couple of simile for example the had Tiered like bleachers,and it have Fog hangng like old coats between the trees.it had a few personifications, A few cars hissing fast. And the Imagery is Porch light burned yellow. Constructed response
It wasn’t what I expected. The air had a gray tint to it, and a damp, foul smell like an ashtray... That field probably got hit by lightning last night. Stirred up the muck fire.” Those pieces of evidence shows how the novel has a nature conflict in it.
He compares lightning and snow to the wind in the forests. He explains that the wind doesn't have a favorite object such as the lightning strikes every other tree, and the snow "mows down thousands at a swoop as a gardener trims out a bed of flowers". The winds go to every single tree, fingering every leaf and branch and furrowed bole; not one is forgotten". After describing the wind, the author continues to explain that he moved up 600 feet to experience the wind and nature much closer. Although Muir describes the wind as a strong, mean force, he later explains that the sound of the wind is so soothing and relaxing, Muir compares the noise of the wind to music to his ear, he calls is "Eolian
The night was so intensely dark that I could see nothing. I raised the window very softly and jumped out. Large drops of rain were falling, and the darkness bewildered me. I dropped to my knees and breathed a short prayer to God for guidance and protection. I groped my way to the road and rushed towards the town with almost lightning speed” (Jacobs 554).
Kris Cisek Sam Eberhardt Mr. Meyers Lit. and Comp. II 27 October 2015 Catcher in the Rye Literary Analysis
There was undergrowth—a mat of brambles and bracken. There were no obvious paths. Dark and light came and went, inviting and mysterious, as the wind pushed clouds across the face of the sun.” (355) The "thing" in the story was symbolized as the terror
Prologue Running through the trees, only one emotion could be felt. Fear. A dark icy feeling of impending doom.
Vivid descriptions of the wind such as its’ “rattl[ing] the tops of garbage cans”, “dirt and dust and grime”, and “grit sting[ing] skins” create a sense of chaos that is common in the busy hustle of city life. The cold wind also “violent[ly] assault[s]” the residents of the city, allowing the reader to envision the truly excruciating and harrowing journey people in the urban setting must make regularly. Additionally, asyndeton is utilized masterfully throughout the passage to demonstrate the disarray caused by the wind. The wind finds “theater throwaways, announcements of dances and lodge meetings, the heavy waxed paper that loaves of bread had been wrapped in, the thinner waxed paper that enclosed sandwiches, old envelopes, newspapers.” This extensive list without the use of conjunctions speeds up the reading allowing a fast pace similar to the rapid attacks of the wind, enabling the reader to visualize the onslaught on the citizens.
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.
