Analysis Of Lockdown Escape From Furnace

My mind was going one thousand miles per hour, those words haunting my head. Hot tears flowed down my face as the words sunk in. I slumped in my seat feeling exhausted and too cold for this warm house. My father’s arms reached for me, trying to comfort me. He wouldn’t understand the mental loss that was turning into physical pain. My chest heaved for air, trying to get this drowning feeling out of these thoughts that envelope me bringing a soft cloak of anxiety. “Not again, please.”

While reading this book, I got most involved when the author would talk about “Alex” and all the many emotions he felt while living his new life driven on impulse.

Fire coursed my lungs and I struggled to breathe as I fought the flames. In spite of that, I still couldn’t get through. I panicked. Guards were bound to arrive any second now and we would be sitting ducks I these flames. Hoping my team were following, I moved my nimble body to the wall. If I couldn’t get through the flames we had caused, then we’ll have to go over them. My skin tingled as the orange flames began to scorch the coat I was wearing. My head was clouding. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen was breaking me down. What a relief if I would just let go, let go….. A jolt from behind woke me up from my daydreams. Grinning like a madman, Alex shouted from behind me “Come on Robin!” Using his incredible gymnastic skills he vaulted over the wall and across the barrier of flames. When he got down he doubled over laughing at my shocked expression. And seeing what he had done, soon the rest of the team joined him. Though where was the captive? Alex’s amused expression soon turned to horror as he realised the same thing I had. We had lost the captive. Again. Furthermore, we did not understand what sort of cruelty he could do now we brought him to his home territory. Even more, now we had nothing to offer to get Ruth back. My shock turned to anger and I jumped off the wall with a determined posture. I seethed Alex with a glare, although it was not just his fault our snake-like prisoner managed to slither away. “We need a new plan,” I growled clenching my fists. “And it better be pretty

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

Staring up at the dark ceiling, I lay on my bed, my body aching from yesterday’s fall. I really don’t want to move, my back hurting the most. My mind continues to wander back to the strange book. I was so close to maybe finding a way out of this place and now I’m not. All I had to do was just grab the book, but instead I dropped it.

It was like two hands intertwining together when the moon’s light peeked through the gargantuan sycamore trees. We are on the treacherous run to freedom, and I am eager to get there. Because of my bistered skin, I was shackled and cuffed, and forced to work in a field my whole life without my family. If all goes well tonight, I will be a free man who makes his own decisions instead of having everything forced upon me by an austere master. It seems like we had been running for days and my feet had never felt pain this agonizing until now. We slid through the woods like a snake slithering towards its prey until we began to hear voices. They echoed through the trees and would not stop. Ducking behind opaque bushes, we waited for the signal

I was going through an emotionally hard time when I was reading this book, which was about Edmond Dantes, a vengeful hero, devoured by his own hate. I had a bad relationship with my parents; if I did or said something wrong, they would get angry and stop talking to me. It resonated with me that Edmond was imprisoned without knowing why. His friends had betrayed him after he unknowingly revealed political information. I too felt isolated and frustrated; my parents would act as if they didn't see me, and the few friends I had left me when I needed them the most.

There’s a rock in your right shoe, between your second and big toe. It hurts whenever you take a step, but you don’t mind. The sun is hot, which makes you sticky, the hill is steep, your thighs burn, and the whole business is genuinely uncomfortable, but you like it anyway, because it means freedom. Each step, your steps, take you closer to a future you’re not even fully sure of yourself, and the weight of this settles itself in the form of a pit of anxiety in your stomach, a layer of sweat on your brow. The freedom makes you giddy despite the weight, and you shrug off the thought for another 10 minutes, the absolute last second.

Dreams are satisfying; they make you feel like as if you're flying on a cloud, or you had just sold a best-selling book or you'd just fixed a broken machine that hasn't worked for years. I, Hugo Cabret, had a really good dream until the sound of the bothersome clock rouse me up into a ray of blinding light and the air of dust and loneliness. Up until then, the unrealistic dream had deluded my eyes to see the fixed Automaton sketch its message, brainwashed my mind to have its full attention on Papa Georges' horrendous and unspeakable past, and obtained my soul captured by Isobel's beauty and interest in books. It's been so long since I've read a book, that the words I'd learned to peruse as a youngster has vanished from my brain. Therefore, I greatly relished the time I had with Isobel when regaining the ability to read again and I hate to admit it, but also spending a little more time with her. Unfortunately, my solace suddenly terminated, just when Isobel was going to

Each disruption I was unable to ignore, resulting in my leapfrogging from spot to spot. Whether it was a party with hamburgers, people doing Slackline, or people cuddling and kissing, I would leave. Fed up with the consistent commotion around me, I left, Searching for a sense of serenity, I sprinted back to my house, eager to escape the turmoil infecting my leisure hour. As I opened the familiar wooden door, I heard a door slam and expletives flowing out of my brothers mouth. I thought that I had finally found the calmness I had been seeking. I was wrong. I went back outside, sat on the worn out and sun bleached bench on my patio and

I sat in the very back of the classroom shielding my face with any book that was in sight. That way wouldn’t get called upon to read, but I guess my camouflage of books wasn’t good enough. I was assigned a part in the book to read and I could tell you, I was not happy. As we began to read I could see that my character’s part was starting to inch closer and closer. My heart started to beat out of my chest and the more my throat started to knot up. I was having second thoughts about even coming to school that day, but as I began to read, I started to get more into the book. It began to catch my interest and from that point on I started to realize it was more than just reading a book word per word. There was more to the story than what the paper full of writing would

The light in my room is flickering, almost as if it’s a kitchen timer that’s timing me to do this before time runs out. Straight ahead of me are the pictures of myself when I had been a kid. I wondered “What would my younger self-do?”. I knew for a fact that she would stick her ground. At that moment I a shiver go down my spine. A rush of electricity ignites my body. It was now or never I thought. I’m ready to release myself into the wild, after being held as if I were a captive animal, longing for release, for nearly a year.

The howling of the wind brought my eyes to open. Where was I? Focusing in the dark of night, confusion washed over me as I came to realize I was in the desert. Distant landscapes of dry and worn rock surrounded me, and beneath my bare feet I felt the gritty sand caught between my toes. I was surrounded by those rocky hills and yet as I scanned the desolate desert it seemed never ending. The irony of the nighttime desert suddenly set into my body; that ghastly wind moving right through me and chilling my bones to that of splintering ice. The need to move started me forward though, and I felt a sharp ache all over, my body trying to fight against change. Was I lost? My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins

Days passed by with no meaning. I don't remember a life outside of this place, maybe I had forgotten what it felt like. Here I was trapped in this box, trapped for life.

As I finally find my document, I see that it is still raining out so I decide to listen to Mark and read this novel. I grab the book, find a seat in the corner, and flip to the beginning of the book. I begin to get lost in the intricate details of the book. Slowly time starts to pass me by. I begin to yawn and struggle to keep my eyes open. I close my eyes just to take a quick nap, but what was supposed to be a quick nap will become a long slumber.