Descriptive Essay On The Boys In The Woods

Into the woods was an adventurous play that was perfect for the use of your imagination and spirit. Into the Woods had numerous different fairy tales involved which could make a small child feel like he/she was in heaven. The acting, music, concept, stage design, costumes, and even the language of the play all mixed to perfection. The crowd became involved right away with the irony of the play. I liked how Into the Woods was set up in the beginning because it made the play easier to follow. However, the play seemed to be a little lengthy and some of the characters became annoying. I do not believe the second part of the play altogether was necessary. Into the Woods did not fulfill my expectations to the max,

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

It came at a lightning pace and hit you from behind leaving you lying across the edge of the path. I hardly had the chance to stop and take a breath before thinking the worst, you didn’t stand a chance, you were taken off your feet and left for dead, you were motionless and bleeding; but I had to take a chance, I had to do something, I had to try and save you. I sped across the road to your body, checked you had a pulse, before gently moving you over to the side. I was more interested in knowing you were alive before I even thought about calling an ambulance. We were miles from the public streets and houses, no one-else could help. The minutes waiting for help felt like hours; I could feel myself fading away as I could see you slowly deteriorating. I held my hand on yours and held it against your heart, just so that we both knew you were still breathing; silly I know, but it was the encouragement we both needed whilst we waited for salvation. I was in such panic and to be honest, I was an emotional wreck; but you needed a rock so I said with everything I had in me, and beyond my own intuitions; everything’s going to be alright, everything’s going to be ok you know.

When the men finally made their way over to us, one man, tall, skin in size, about a quarter of the muscle tone of my pa’pa pushed him into the wall, while another, shorter in stature, with bright blue eyes, the color of sapphire, hit my father from behind. My father fell to the ground, blood dripping down his face, looking hopeless and feeble. I felt so discouraged, the only thing I could do was weep. My father, on the ground, turned to us and told us to run and we did. Half the way to the house, all I could think about was how hopeless I was and how much I wanted to help, but could not. After all that was my father back there, my friend, my protector, my pa’pa. When we finally made it to the porch of our house, we were out of air and I was about ready to collapse. My brother finally mustered up the energy to tell my mother and uncle what happen.

“Right this way,” the nurse ahead of me was prompting me to a brightly lit hall that was completely foreign to me. I couldn’t help but be terrified by the sights and sounds around me: people chattering, machines methodically beeping, gurneys rushing past. It was my first time in a hospital and my eyes frantically searched each room looking for any trace of my father. She stopped suddenly and I turned to the bed in front of me but I could not comprehend what I saw. At such a young age, I idolized my father; I had never seen him so vulnerable. Seeing him laying in a hospital bed unconscious, surrounded by wires and tubes was like witnessing Superman encounter kryptonite. My dad’s car accident not only made him a quadriplegic, but also crippled

When the first responders came to the scene, they examined the mother, who had suffered a superficial cut on her arm, and the daughter, who showed signs of a concussion. An officer approached me and Audrey and asked, “So did you guys see what happened?”

“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.

Warily, I walked over to where my father was standing right outside the school, waiting for Cole and I, when I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, due to the fact he never wore shades. When we were to the pick-up my whole family was in there. Noticing, when I jumped in the pick-up, my mother also had shades on. Anxiously, I sat there attentively for the longest second of my life, then my father stammered to us that grandfather had passed away. Countless emotions were running through me, overwhelmed; I didn’t know what to think, raving; owing to they said he was going to be adequate, grieving; due to I didn’t get to talk t6o my grandfather before he passed

The alarm went blaring off and I wasn’t ready. I was not quite done packing up there wasn’t much left to be done. As I put in the last of things into a box with my name I carried it up the stairs and outside into the pile that was going into the car. As the time went by I looked back to what we were going to be leaving behind. All the empty rooms filled with the past. I was neutral about the whole thing. I realized I was more scared than sad about leaving. I wouldn’t know anything or anyone. I had settled just fine here in Littleton. The last of things went into the car, not like there was a whole bunch we were taking with us as we were starting fresh. We stood in the parking lot, my whole family. Our conversations had to come to an end as

The morning wind is as cold as ice, slicing passed my skin while I’m standing against it. It always like today of every year: cloudy, cold and sad. Like the sky is crying with me. I blend down to a tall, sleek, marble stone with the name “Amelia Bennett” written on it. That’s my mother’s name. She died when I was 7 year-old, it’s odd that I have the memories of her very clearly in my brain. Most children probably won’t. But I do, and I when I do, I missed her. I don’t even know what happened on that tragic day. I was blacked out and the next thing I remember is that she’s now laying deep underneath my feet. No one knows what happen, or no one wants to talk about it, not even my aunt. She’s the one that take me in after the accident. Why? Because

I had tears falling down my face. I was remembering everything, I was remembering every single memory I have had with Michael. He was so in love with me, how did I miss it? All I know is that I was happier with him. I sighed and started the car and got on the road.

Somewhere at the south side of Virginia, the night was beautiful with the full moon shining in the dark sky. My cellphone rang, it was my uncle Mr. Jackson sounding hopeless, devastated, and finding difficulties in expressing himself about what did happened to him. My heart started beating so fast than it was supposed to, and still couldn’t understand why at that certain moment. Then, my uncle said that my brother Luke, who was shoot five times on the chest at the bust stop could not make it. Luke is death. Afterward, I found myself like in the desert; lost while contemplating the lights from my neighbor’s houses, looking from left to right while my wife was telling my kids some stories to make them sleep. Now I am sitting her in this dark corner, wondering if my brother was now in a better place after what he has been through. Sadly, the only thing that I am kept with are the memories from our childhood back on the 20s during the “Jazz Age.”

1. Joss Whedon says that ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ is “your basic horror movie taken apart; five kids go to a cabin in the woods to have a fun weekend of partying and possibly sex… and are therefore dismembered”. Whedon and Goddard have in essence tried to create a movie with roots tied to the horror genre; it is simply your common slasher movie where the characters are killed off one by one till there is either one person left or none for that matter. ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ also has ties to other genres such as comedy, this can be seen in scenes such as where they are all sitting around in the main room, playing truth or dare, and Jules is dared to kiss the wolfs head on the wall, also in the scene where Marty

The phone rang again. Hoping for good news, yet again I was disappointed. It was my mom; she said she was following our pastor to my grandmother’s house. She said, “We are going to tell Grandma he’s gone”. I knew this would be one of the hardest things to do; it was her birthday after all. The three of us jumped in the car. We drove up to Grandma’s house. I remember Tosha running into the house and falling into her arms. Everyone tried to pull themselves together, but how could this be? This had never happened to us before. The wheel was broken.