Personal Narrative On Escape From Reality

All day long Orloff had paced his cell. The blackness of the sky outside was equaled only by the blackness of his thoughts. The deep rolling of the thunder reverberated through the thick stone walls of his prison, and every now and then a fitful gust of rain swirled through the tiny broken window, wetting his face as he stared out into the night. Orloff cursed, wiped the water from his face with his grimy fingers, and turned to pacing his cell once more.

The main theme of this novel work is a powerful journey that lead unknown strangers on this dull island where each one of them life is at stake between survival and fate. The author’s overall message to society is far the intended audience to know how justice needs to be served. The way the author Christie use each element such as characterization, conflict, and style to enhance the theme with the characterization she pin out points from the begging of the novel to let the beginning of the novel to let the audience know that this vacation trip that each of the strangers think they getting is going to turn out to be something more than what they all expect. The conflict again are within each character their self’s and the author make sure that in this novel there’s pin points that the

The journey took Abigail weeks, but at last she had made it. She had not expected Barbados to be such a beautiful place, a true tropical paradise. Now she faced a different type of problem. Where would she sleep? How would she eat? All these types of questions made their way through her

Finally looking at them he stared and slowly placed the paper at the top of his cluttered desk, turning to the two men and sighed the first words, "More of this madness.” Gazing out the window he continued, “For months this town has been unsettled and upset because of these damn requests and these damn ships. Were you present yesterday at the fight at the waterfront?” They shook their head no. “Over the most unbelievable thing,” he shook his head as if scolding school boys. “It seems that one of the sailors, a questionable man he must be, to go on this voyage and perhaps with a bit too much drink in him, told your Captain that,” here the shop keeper played the part of a drunk, “Aye, the 'La Gallega' was a most awkward ship for such a voyage!”

They Danced and played in the warm water of the island without a care in the world. The island seemed like a utopia with its “white surf flinked on a coral reef, and beyond that the open sea was dark blue.” (pg. 10)

Isabel was making herself at home, by exploring the island and adding to the map, she found a new love begin to grow. As time went on Isabel was bearing a child, exited and full of joy Isabel wrote to her mother back home “with the news of the expected arrival” (78). A letter was not sent from Tom, for his family was in the past and not to continue to the future, as his mother is dead and his father a cold man, he wanted no part in that life anymore, he focused on a rocking chair for his soon to be child. Time went on and a storm came, one that kept Tom with the light, and Isabel safely in bed. The storm thundered and defend Tom from Isabel's cries of help. The blood, covering Isabel and soaking the bed, she has lost the child. That’s when Isabel's life changed, everything had become dull, the room now a coffin she was trapped in “life had stopped at its edges” (90). Day passed and the couple grieved but chores didn’t stop, just as the light, the days went on. Completing chores outside Isabel heard a cry thought to be of her imagination, Tom cried “from the gallery - ‘on the beach! A boat!’” (100) this had Isabel running for the

Moonlight engulfed the island, concealing its dark nature. An eerie silence hung in the air soon broken by the sound of creepers and faint footsteps. A group of boys emerged out of the thick jungle of shadows, with Jack at the lead and Ralph close behind. They walked duly, pace slowing down by the minute. A cool, dense, fog surrounded them, masking their path ahead. Jack squinted his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the ever growing fog.

.“Ships that come and go- I wonder where they’ve been and where they’re going when they leave. I wonder what they carry with them and what they bring. The other day when I went to the market, I saw stalks of sugarcane- one of the vendors said that it came from Barbados. Barbados is an island like Jamaica- maybe Thomas will take me there one day…”

The trio regarded the future with jaded pessimism. If they made their way to the coast and followed it south they might have a chance of survival. Hearsay told them that South America wasn’t as cold. Their layer of permafrost was only a few inches in the south rather than the foot and a half in Canada. One of the men had already lost two fingers to frostbite. Another lost his child to hypothermia. The third hadn’t had anything to lose except for a drug addiction.

Fire blazed everywhere, rushing through the island’s forest as poor Billy cried on the warm beaches of island Nawrocka. Billy, nerdy, shy, and quiet, was part of a boy scout group and they were heading to this island as a learning experience. While flying the plane had lost and engine and crashed on the island leaving just a boy name Billy or so we thought.

I had lived on my luxurious island for many years. My island is filled with life and colorful blossoms. With all the plants and beauty, the only people on my island are young women. Everyday, my beautiful, young maids and I awaited the arrival of a man or woman lost at sea. For years we waited, no person ever washing upon our shore. All we longed was a new friend, or man to get lost at sea and wash up on our island for us to care for and love.

The family had just finished packing up their things to depart from their home with some friends onto an island off the coast of the Americas. After arriving to their destination they found some shelter and made camp for the night.

We had decided that we would start the search where Bryan and his friends began their adventure. We began walking the trails and trying to think where he might have gone, we asked each other “where would you go if you were alone in City Park in the middle of the night” we walked the trials from eight in the morning to seven in the afternoon with no sign of Brian. We decided to call it a day since it was getting dark out and we hadn’t eaten the whole day so we were worn

As soon as the adolescents arrive on the mysterious island things take a turn for the worse. The youngsters become instantly swept away with the beauty of the island, “a kind of glamour was spread over them and the scene and they were conscious and made happy by it” (24). The island may

“Well, we found another flight that would land here earlier ,so we came to surprise you.,” said my daughter isabella.