A Short Note On The Beast

His screams still haunt me when I sleep, when I look out across the lake. They echoed beneath the ice, which took on a reddish hue, spreading from where it closed over his head. Silence reigned when the lake was no longer white; my ragged breaths went quiet and my tears froze where they fell, for where my brother once was, there was nothing but bloody

The tide was coming in and there was only a narrow strip of firm beach between the water and the white, stumbling stuff near the palm terrace. Ralph chose the firm strip as a path because he needed to think, and only here could he allow his feet to move without having to watch them. Suddenly, pacing by the water, he was overcome with astonishment. He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one 's waking life was spent watching one 's feet. He stopped, facing the strip; and remembering that first enthusiastic exploration as though it were part of a brighter childhood, he smiled jeeringly. He turned then and walked back toward the platform with the sun in his face. The time had come for the assembly and as he walked into the concealing splendors of the sunlight he went carefully over the points of his speech. There must be no mistake about this assembly, no chasing imaginary. . . .

Over the course of the story, he also struggles to recall what damaged his eyes, haunting him continually. Along the way, he deals with a multitude of local incidents such as lightning killing an athlete, fire continuously burning underground, mosquitoes swarming the neighborhood

Their bloody faces reminded him of the paint on the clowns' faces. This optimistic association reveals his ignorance of what actually happened. He then recalled that at his home the Negroes had crawled on their hands and knees for his entertainment. He thought it to be a good, fun idea to attempt to "ride" one of the soldiers. The child gets a thrust into reality when he is thrown off the man and subsequently forced to see his mangled face. When the boy looks at the man he sees "a face that lacked a lower jaw--from the upper teeth to the throat was a great red gap fringed with hanging shreds of flesh and splinters of bone." The reader gets a real sense of the child's naivety when the child is only slightly disturbed, as he had been with the rabbit. This forces the child to take a slightly more somber view of the situation. However even after this horrific encounter the boy is still fairly oblivious to what is happening. He witnesses death all around him. When the child sees the soldiers lying dead in the water, "his eyes expanded with wonder; even his hospitable understanding could not accept a phenomenon implying such vitality as that." It was not in the child's range of conception to even take in such horror. It is after this encounter with the garbled soldier that the boy catches sight of the red light which guides him to his miserable fate.

“It was December and the weather bitterly cold. She was a tiny mite, the size of five years, though, as afterward appeared, she was then nine. From a pan set upon a low stool she stood washing dishes, struggling with a frying pan about as heavy as herself. Across the table lay a brutal whip of twisted leather strands and the child's meagre arms and legs bore many marks of its use. But the saddest part of her story was written on her face in its look of suppression and misery, the face of a child unloved, of a child that had seen only the fearsome side of life. These things I saw while seeming not to see, and I left without speaking to, or of, the child. I never

A skull appears on top of the boy. A scythe and a golden sword also appear; the former on top of the boy’s upper body and the sword on top of the boy’s legs.

So this boy by the age of 14, named Tim, lived in the worst neighborhood. There were murders, kidnappings, and even robberies. Whenever Tim witnessed something so tragic as of these topics I have listed above, he started to bawl. He cried and cried and cried until his mother came in with some cookies and warm milk and fed it to him like he was still her little 1 year old. Tim was never allowed to go outside. For 1, there was this gang called, “Victorians”, and whenever someone tries to cross their path, they would rob them of their money and beat the victim up. Tim had once crossed their path, and they tried to rob Tim, but 1 of the members passed out because Tim had thrown a pipe at the member’s temple, which was located on the sides of his

“Mmhmm.” She said. I sat down again, bored as I watched Missy sprint back to her house. I gazed at the gate in front of our house as I thought of what I would do once I had the seeds. Well, I thought to myself, I would obviously need to lay them down near the chicks, and then I would make a trail leading from the chicks to my house. From there, the chicks would hopefully follow the seed trail and come towards our house. After that, we would shut the gate and lock them in our house. As I continued thinking about what I would do with the chicks, I heard a sigh, and then someone walking up behind me. I turned around, coming face to face with Bavya.

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

“You’ve just crossed over into The Twilight Zone” says Rod Serling before every episode of The Twilight Zone. A show that leaves it’s viewers in a macabre state. Instead of drawing a conclusion like most shows, the show usually ends mysteriously. It utilizes similar elements as other short half-hour shows, but goes about it in a different way. This outlandish style is seen in literature, more specifically short stories, as well. Even though other short stories employ the same literary devices, “The Beast In The Cave” by H.P. Lovecraft is uniquely mysterious because of the story’s suspenseful plot, compelling diction, and, most important, overshadowing theme.

In the Book of Revelation, the beast that came out of the sea represented the Roman Empire and its emperor Domitian. The beast is initially described in Rev 11:7 as coming out of the abyss, and his daunting appearance is depicted in Rev 13:2—“He had ten horns and seven heads, with ten crowns on his horns, and on each head a blasphemous name” (REV 13:2). As the verses in Revelation illustrated, the best “opened his mouth to blaspheme God” (REV 13:6). Moreover, “all inhabitants of the earth will worship the beast” (REV 13:8). It seems like the beast has authority and is in opposition to the figure of God. As many scholars of the Bible believed, the beast represents the Roman Empire and its emperor, Domitian, at that time when the Book of Revelation

Reality was brought back, and the wails of women, children and the crackles of homes burning made the atmosphere cancerous. The man had no malice in his form. Naïvely confident did a boy, no more than the age of seven approach the hall’s interior. He was clothed in ripped cloth, and bore new scratches and new bruises; patches of his sprawled jet-black hair remained missing from the recent flames. Tears flowed down his face, leaving streaks in his soot-covered face. A bloody dagger, with foreign runes on the wooden hilt, was held in his shaking hands, and he points the weapon in the direction of the black bandit.

He acted like everything was okay, but in truth he was quite terrified. The streets were filled with citizens. And with his height it was difficult to see around the groups of people, if it wasn't for his eyes he would be stuck. In truth he didn't get a good look at the vampire that night at the ball. Mostly, all the times he had a chance at looking at its face was spent on running. But than it hit him, when he looked at it he couldn't see its name it was hidden.

He turned around, and that was when he saw it. There was no doubt about it. The man, if one could even call it that, was large and bulky, and smelled of ash and blood. Jasper bit the inside of his cheek so hard he could taste something metallic inside his mouth. Without wasting another precious moment, Jasper turned on his heel and took off. He was sure he could hear the stranger’s feet pounding on the damp soil. He knew the man was weighed down by all the fur pelts of the animals he had probably maimed and killed, but Jasper could tell he was close behind from the pure stink of his ripe body odor. His eardrums were filled with the sound of his pumping blood and his own panting breath. He thought he was going to make it, he truly did. His hopes died, however, when he felt something grab at the back of his torn and bloodied clothes. Jasper cried out as he felt blunt fingernails scrape at the back of his neck before grabbing hold of his shirt and yanking him back. He could feel his skin tear as a particularly sharp branch sliced his abdomen clean across. He knew it was a shallow laceration, but his vision still fogged up, his body threatening unconsciousness due to the sheer amount of pain it was in. Jasper fought it, though. His breaths were coming in and out too fast and too short, and he was fully aware that he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His vision was darkening and he felt as though his body was collapsing in

The sister prepares the evening meal, making her contribution to the family; and calls on the boy to come and eat. The saw in the boy?s hands was still running and when he took his attention away from his work, and that split second of carelessness cost him an extremity. His instincts raised his arm upward to keep all the blood from spilling out immediately. When he realized what was happening, the boy finally realized he was to young to be doing a man?s work. The boy ?saw all spoiled,? and now knew his whole childhood had vanished and it was impossible to get it back. The boy frantically called out to his sister to make the doctor keep his hand on. The boy?s body must have instantly gone into shock and not felt the absence of the hand. When the doctor arrived he gave him some ether to make him go to sleep. The little boy began to lose his pulse and soon he was a stranger to the world. The people surrounding the boy never expected the loss of his hand to tragically end the little boy?s life. Frost?s almost appalling casual description of death shocks the reader enough to make them think. ?Since they were not the one dead, turned to their affairs,? describes the environment of the survivors. They are forced to move on with their life and keep working because they cannot afford to stop and mourn.