Barnes In The Woods: A Narrative Fiction

In Cask of Amontillado, Edgar Allan Poe presents a murderous tale of revenge revealed as the confession of a man who murdered another man over fifty years ago because of an insult. During a carnival festival, the murderer led his companion to the catacombs where he buried the man alive. The charter of Montresor lures his victim, Fortunato with the promise of a fine sherry, amontillado. As Poe’s character of Montresor guides the wine connoisseur, Fortunato, Poe symbolically foreshadows the impending murder.

A feeling readily distinguishable for Charlie, who became scarred off his reflective experience in the library. This purposelessness is apparent in a moment in our lives where we are short of ideas with what do with it. Associable with Charlie’s reaction on reading the horrific atrocities committed by people like Edgar Cooke notorious for his unreasonable, random, ruthless murder of people. And of Sylvia Likens, who is inhumanely abused like being, “made to live in the cellar with the dogs.” Page 111. Apart from Charlie, how would you have feel hearing that? Doesn’t that flame of resignation burn within you? Well, it clearly did for Charlie who suddenly experiences a surge of uncertainty and ponders to himself,”I don’t know what to do with myself... I wish you could unknow all I’ve learned. “ Charlies’s pondering could be considered Silvey’s warning to us the audience of these depressive moments postponed for us. Unfortunately, many of us have remained under the radar of Silvey’s notice. With over 13.3% of youth unemployed, according to Trading Economies. These are people like us aged 18-25 years whose has been denied a future motion into life, serving as an obstacle to their desires of prosperity. A denied prosperity forces both us, the readers and Charlie into a state of, “I don’t know what to

Meanwhile, several counties over, Henry was about to get into some mischief, of his own. The last name had been drawn out of the hat, and again, he had failed to make the cut. This was the third county he‘d gone to, with no luck. He was growing more and more discouraged. He felt that he was letting his family down. When the grizzled old man offered him a drink of whiskey, he took the jug and swigged down several big gulps. Henry had never before imbibed spirits; the hot liquid sliding down his throat and into his stomach felt good. And, after several more large swigs, so did Henry!

It was late, right before close when Jean-Claude opened the heavy wooden door. It’s hinges creaked eerily as he entered the gun shop accompanied with a ring announcing his arrival. Above the door hung a worn little bell that chimed as the door struck it. It was dull and bent and looked like it had been hit by the door for many years. The shop smelled like any other, the odor of wood and gun oil mixed with the acrid, sour stench of spent gunpowder. When the shop’s proprietor emerged from the back, he too looked like he had been there for years, a little dull and bent. His face was weathered and carried a perpetual look of dissatisfaction.

Narrator Jake Barnes is very preoccupied in the life of non-stop drinking and constant partying. The War directly affected Jake as he became disabled during the war, leaving him impotent, and ultimately keeping him from being with the woman who

Porter had been his friend, or at least something like it up until this. Rain started to come down in sheets, and for a while he let it hit him, watching the water mix with the dark blood that pooled around the man that had once been so kind to him. Eventually he shook himself out of his stupor, and managed to pull Porter's car keys from his pocket, looking away from those unseeing eyes as he did so. He paused, for a moment, then headed back to the car and climbed in the driver's seat. He wasn't sure what he would once he stopped driving, but at the moment all he wanted was to get off the godforsaken hill. Especially since, as he was turning to leave, he thought he saw an imperceptible twitch in the corner of his eye. Lawrence wasn't sure which was worse; Porter dying for absolutely nothing, or for something to really be there on Cherry Hill. Something that took one life for another. Lawrence knew he had a problem with drinking and that it was the reason he couldn't keep a job or a home, but he had a feeling that despite all that, he wouldn't be staying sober anytime

On stressful evenings people often find themselves walking in circles hunting for an escape; as seen in Ernest Hemingway’s, “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place”, which exemplifies the life of an old man and two waiters. The old man is doing exactly what most people do when they have reached rock bottom. He is hunting for peace in his life and has decided to find such solace drinking in a local café. The little café in the short story symbolizes a safe zone for people who feel unwanted, alone, and in despair. Hemingway uses the younger waiter as a foil for the older waiter to emphasize the opposing personalities and beliefs of the waiters. The ambiguity in the dialog between the two waiters evolved into a scandal relating to reproductions of the short story.

Throughout Ernest Hemingway’s short story “Big Two-Hearted River,” readers follow the journey of a young man named Nick Adams as he traverses the Michigan countryside. Initially, it appears as though Nick is simply partaking in a peaceful, solitary fishing trip, but as the story progresses it becomes apparent that this trip has a hidden purpose behind it. Occasional erratic actions in Nick’s behavior show that he is constantly attempting to suppress a deep internal turmoil. Though Hemingway never blatantly articulates that Nick is a soldier returning from the war, minute details such as Nick’s short, action-driven thoughts convey a sense that he is emotionally and mentally damaged from war-based experiences. Hemingway’s subtle indications of

Jacob Barnes is an American who fought in World War I. During the war Jake suffers from an injury that impacts his life profusely. This injury affects Jake’s life strongly -making the story itself- Jake has hostility towards people but hides it very well. The emotional pain caused by the War makes Jake a different man, a depressed man. Although Jacob Barnes is in a thick state of depression he understands what is lost in his life times and knows that he cannot escape

A narrow shaft of sunlight radiated through the awning window, the shimmering beam shining directly upon Booker’s upturned face. With a moan, the young officer fought his way back to consciousness, and opening his eyes, he squinted against the brightness of the luminous rays. A bone-shaking shiver immediately ran down the length of his body, and pushing himself to a sitting position, he drew up his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. The temperature in the room had dropped rapidly during the night, but he had remained blissfully unaware due in part to the head injury he had sustained from the force of the ceramic phone smashing into his skull. But the memory of the assault soon returned in vivid color and lifting his hand

Dean, Kayla, Jessie, Zach, and Elisabeth are a group of teens that live in Silver Bay, MN. They had an amazing summer but everything changes when school is back. A group nicknamed the Realists forms; made up of strange kids. That's fine until Kayla decides to befriend them, and that's where it went down hill. Kayla along with other kids disappear, unexplainable events all over town, and deadly disease strikes. Desperately searching for their friend all over town, teens finding themselves at the wrong place at the wrong time. And they discover what really happens when you go into the

It was bright and early at 8 o'clock in the morning, it was 78 and rising and I was riding with my friend through Middlebury’s land trust. (Westover Woods) My friend described it to me that the path would allow my cyclocross bike. However it called for a dirty mountain bike path, so we voyaged deep through Westover Woods and we took on the challenges of little bumps from rocks, a 2 inch river rushing with crocodiles and spiker fishes. We jumped over the crocodile as it was nice enough to stop in the middle of the river, so we did a nice little doodle-loop over the crocodile. As we came over it, each one of us as our front tire lifted the tire went (duck noise) and as the rear tire came over (bird noise). After this the crocodile waddled

The Truman Award book I chose to read was What Waits in the Woods What Waits in the Woods? By Kieran Scott.

The following cool spring night, Arthur roamed the woods on foot. He’d planned to take his horse so he could cover more ground, but decided against that, as going to the stables and saddling-up would draw more attention. It was easier for him to slip out of the castle under the cover of darkness.

Inside of the place, the light was from torches that were semiotic arranged on the walls. There were seven tables with 6 chairs in each table and a counter in the final of the place. All the tables were full, all muscular men. All tables had beers, the place had the smell of men sweat and alcohol. Hatsumi sat at the counter in front of the tavern owner, a huge muscular man. He was also bald and had a light dark skin. At that moment he was cleaning one glass, not much time later one man come and sat next to her. “Give me an apple Juice” - The newcomer said to the owner. The owner repeated what the man said and wasn’t sure what he listened. The man just said “I’m trying to save some money now”. The man drank the juice too fast so he choked. At the same time Hatsumi said “Give me some alcohol! This is what a true adventure should drink!” the owner smiled and gave her the drink. “The weak must