A Door Into The Dark

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

The slightly built woman dreaded the advancing darkness of the night as she stood solemnly by the window, staring, but not actually seeing the rolling green hills of the Appalachian Mountains. Their peaks dominated the landscape, rising high above the treetops. How she would love to escape over their crests never to return.

The fabric of her dress ripping was loud in the closed room, accompanied only by the sound of his heavy breathing, and those which came from her. His eyes burned into hers, still containing an expression of amusement, but the pupils had also narrowed, and his head shook. "I'm beginning to learn that, Ms Collin's", he half whispered, and half panted as he released the grip from which he'd pulled up from her knees, and roughly bent her over, and the dress pooled at the floor by her foot, soon followed by her panties.

Women are often perceived as mother figures who stand by their husbands no matter what type of situation they encounter. They are expected to give a perfect image to society and do not get the greater say. Eugene O 'Neill’s play, A Long Day’s Journey into the Night (1940), gives the reader a representation of a woman who is still influenced by these standard societal expectations. The character, Mary Tyrone, depends greatly of her husband and will not leave him even if she wanted to. In The Awakening (1899) by Kate Chopin, the reader is introduced to Edna Pontellier who is the complete opposite. She exposes the dissatisfaction that women feel and decides to act upon it. These two characters feel that they do not belong in the lifestyle they are given. They struggle with their identity due to their husbands’ lack of affection. As a result, marriage becomes a barrier to their happiness and individual fulfillment. The sense of displacement, marital dissatisfaction, and loss and gain of identity pushes both Mary and Edna to take major decisions in order to deal with their pain and desires.

Moriah lifted her other hand, allowing light to glint off the smooth surface of the blade she had at first hidden beside her leg. A choked sob escaped from Andrea’s throat as she closed her eyes and mumbled out the word ‘no’ over and over again. It sounded like a melody as it floated through one ear and out the other. Moriah pressed the tip of her finger feeling Andrea’s pulse against it. Andrea’s blood was rushing through her veins. “How quickly would it run out of her body once I slit her open? ” Moriah thought. She stroked her skin, sighing at the fact that she was about to do this.

The darkness. Such a scary or suspicious word to most people, but I know why that is. In the dark, you don't know what's expected to come or what's going to appear because you can't see anything. That can be brought out in the literal definition that there is no light or in a mysterious way of evil like a figure or shadow. Do humans actually know that darkness isn't meant to be scary but just a way of life? Yet we can't control the thoughts of humans and their perspective of everything, but we can control their poor or mistaken actions. What I mean by we, is us the shadows. Don't be too quick to judge though because we are the good shadows. The protectors, the helping hand, or whatever you might call it. Every living person has a shadow that follows them around in the light. That's just it though, we don't follow the humans around, we're the eyes on the back of their head. In trouble we're already close by so we do whatever we can to help them out because it's our job. My job unfortunately hasn't even started yet.

Again, she noticed the knife was coming towards her in a nice, clean arc, but now it was closer. Just seconds later, she felt a great pressure on her chest. Athena looked down and saw the blade digging into her skin, deeper and deeper. She didn’t know what to do then so she did the only thing that made sense. She screamed for her life, though she knew it would not last much longer. Her scream pierced the silence in the Forest. It was like there was an invisible glass layer surrounding them and then her scream was so high pitched that it broke the glass.

As I hold the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my arms my heart fills of contentment. Her soft lips against mine feel incredible. Her lips fit mine perfectly. I wrap my arms around her petit body and realise how perfectly she fits against my body. I feel the gaze of the people surrounding us melt away as I become more enthralled by the beautiful being in my arms. It almost seems like fate has united us. God has forgiven me for all my sins and given me a true angel. As I kiss quite possibly the girl of my dreams, my mind goes back to the battlefield and reminds me how relieved I am to have fought so hard. For the safety and happiness of the people surrounding me. The person in my arms…

The dancers in the room constantly remain in contact with anything the dancers touch. The dancers progress from a wall to the arms of a person to a floor. The connection remains the same through these actions. The points of contact remain with the body, and the dancer starts exploring different perspectives of what the body can do with in relation to the ground.

I used to be one of the most top feared demons in Ambrosine. Then, I was exiled to the human world. Roxie. Exiled. Those were two words that never went together until now. Sure, the Demon Masters are sending me some guy Luka to help, but he wasn't exiled, just summoned. I hate the fact that the Demon Masters would even risk the talk and gossip of exiling one of their best students. Honestly, it made no sense. Yeah, sure. I broke a few laws, whatever. It was only for my dad. I know he would've wanted me to kill Mason anyway. Mason killed him. Ended his life. So I ended his. Yeah, breaking the rules was worth his death. It was illegal to kill another fellow demon, even challenge them. So now, I'm being exiled to the human world without any say in it.

Stafford furtively conceals the profound meaning of his poem behind a story of the narrator, who stops alongside the road to care for a deer. The genius behind poem is better understood when the superficial meaning is expressed deeply.

In Long Day’s Journey into Night, a four act play by Eugene O’Neill, the audience/reader is given a glimpse into a day in the life of the Tyrone Family. We are introduced to the mother Mary , father James, oldest son Jamie and youngest son Edmund . The setting is the Tyrone’s summer home, of a day in August 1912. As typical in all his works, O’Neill uses symbols throughout the play as he weaves his story of the dysfunctional Tyrone family. These symbols include Mary’s hands, the fog, foghorn sounds, and Mary’s wedding dress.

The lights in the hallway were quite luminescent, highlighting Vanessa’s obvious lack of clothing. Still in a mesmeric-like state (similar to a daze when one daydreams), Vanessa drifted towards the nearest theater, entering without considering the negative repercussions of being caught.

I tied my boat off and started to climb the cliffs. I knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still I climbed. When I was young, my mother told me stories about men who ran away and never returned. I was now living the story. I was banished from the city for getting caught visiting my sister, who was in jail for stealing more food than her daily share. Every citizen in the city receives portions for meals based on their age, height, and weight. I was sentenced to living in a secluded area, where I would not be able to interact with anyone. As soon as I was lead to my new home, I ran away from the officers. I was able to outrun them. I had been waiting for this day to come. I have not stopped running ever since. Sometimes during the night I can hear the search planes trying to find me. It has been only a month since I left, but I feel so free.

The numbers turned to eight o’clock, and I reached over and turned the alarm off. Getting out of bed, I did my best to make it look like it hadn’t been used. I stood back and was satisfied. Going to the dresser, I took out a clean set of clothes.