In Cold Blood Metaphors

Alice could feel her pulse pounding in her temples. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her stomach as she constantly fiddled with her knuckles. She walked down the street yelling as her eyes were narrowed to rigid, cold fire. Alice felt surrounded as they threw rocks and spit on her. She lead a protest for women’s rights that caught the attention of many reporters. “ Women need rights, just like men!” They yelled over and over. A police officer ran over to them and told them to stop and threatened them if they did not stop. As they shackled her, the sadness flowed through her veins and deadened her mind. It was a poison to her spirit, as if a black mist had settled upon her and refused to shift. She felt defeated.

“‘We’re looking at a highly sophisticated organism, aren’t we?’” The filoviruses are dangerous. They are responsible for the deaths of thousands, nation-wide panic, and the abandonment of homes and villages. But although the book describes the filoviruses with gruesome scenes filled with blood and terror, it also depicts the calm, quiet moments as well, letting the reader fall back and appreciate how peaceful it can be between the moments of panic. “ I heard a ball bounce, and saw a boy dribbling as basketball on a playground. The ball cast rubbery echoes off the former monkey house. Children's shouts came from the daycare center through the trees.” The reader gradually understands that no matter how peaceful the world can seem to be, it will always revert briefly back into its times of chaos and confusion, and that we should appreciate the moments of peace more because of this. It gives the reader a sense that the world is fragile in its balance of the two spectrums, and it horrifies and thrills them. Ultimately, the author’s purpose is to let the reader appreciate the fragility, beauty, and horror of the world and the things that make up

In a few years, everything will have run out, fuel, food, shelter. Most neighbors have started taking their own lives; they can’t stand to live in this awful world. There are growing numbers in the Bloodcults, performing their brutal rituals, showing the sharp teeth of their savagery. Having to hide is becoming more of a chore than a once a week scare, out of sight, out of mind. The fires still burn in the distance, slowly consuming the world, turning it to ash.

A “ramshackled” and “melancholy” town, Holcomb, Kansas is mysteriously portrayed by Truman Capote throughout this excerpt of In Cold Blood. Using vivid imagery,contrasting tone and elaborate syntax, Capote more than adequately portrays his detached view of Holcomb as well as setting the story up for a major shift. While writing In Cold Blood, Capote uses many forms of vivid imagery to describe Holcomb in different stages: the scenery, the people, and the buildings. The scenery is illustrated first, locating it “out there” at “seventy miles east of the Colorado border” with “its hard, blue skys and desert-clean air.” The useage of minuscule, concise detail, as well as stating it as a “haphazard hamlet” allows Capote to portray the town as

A stranger stabs a man repeatedly in the face and neck as he rides the rush hour train to work, a man’s parachute fails, an infant boy quietly dies in his sleep. This never-ending parade, this supporting cast that comes and goes and on-and-on; this ceaseless, synchronous choir marching and singing solemnly in the echoing expanse of nothingness.

She looked so small, so defeated and it was all because of me. Her enthusiasm for reading dampened, the light behind her eyes dim. Like the worst type of criminal stealing bread from the poor, I had stolen the burning passion for education my mother had once possessed. She was innocent, but I was not. With no makeup to conceal them, sleepless bags under her eyes stood out on her pale face. She appeared delicate, a word that before the accident I would have never used in relation to my mother. The terrible ocean of grief pulled back it’s debilitating waves, leaving salty tears clinging to my face. The stream of emotion pulled back with it whatever positive attitude I had. In its place was left hatred like no other. A hated for the world, hatred for myself. I didn’t want to watch this anymore, I couldn’t bare to look, unable to lay eyes on the life I had ruined by destroying my

The school bus smell of musty of old leather seats and rubber floor mats drifted through my nostrils. The unrelenting hyenas on the bus didn’t make a single seat available for me. If evil had a voice, it’d be this constant lampooning. "It looks like Amal's face caught fire and someone tried putting it out with a hammer,” offered Emily. I plunged into deeper despair. I was an isolated wildebeest being malevolently devoured by ferocious hyenas. I didn’t anticipate for Athletics Carnival because it was appearing/unraveling to be another dreadful day.

These animals had an

Carson begins by presenting the farmer’s selfish murdering of innocent wildlife. She uses cause and effect by providing a fair and simple solution to the blackbird problem and highlighting the farmers’ decision to completely ignore the kind alternative, instead sending in “planes on their mission of death” to massacre the birds. Carson lets the readers know that the killings were entirely preventable and took place solely because of the hardhearted greed that drives America. The nation is fueled by a callous gluttony, blind to the violence and injustice that it sows within itself in order to reap “the merits of killing.”

The main theme of the story is that our bodies can only take a certain amount of pain and when the pain exceed it depends on us whether we should kill ourselves or go through the pain like a boss. Another important message that the author wants to deliver to us is that we should not spend our time thinking of taking revenge from the people that destroyed our lives, but we should just forgive them and enjoy our lives.

In doing so, Carson also depicts the farmers that use these chemicals as misguided pawns of the companies. Carson first characterizes the usage of pesticides and, essentially, the murder of animals as cold and merciless, a “habit of killing” and a “resort to ‘eradicating’ any creature that may annoy or inconvenience [humans].” She describes the use of pesticides as a recurring habit to which humans have become ultimately desensitized, characterizing the use of pesticides as violent and homicidal, and encouraging her audience to take a stand against this criminal act. Carson then goes on to describe the fatal physical application of the pesticides by the farmers, noting that in reality the higher powers of the companies are pulling the strings. She states that “the farmers had been persuaded of the merits of killing by poison, and so they sent in the planes on their mission of death,” using militaristic diction to suggest that the chemical companies have assumed the role of a tyrannical army general, and have sent their blindly obedient soldiers into a war -- a war on Mother Nature. By drawing comparisons to a conflict led by the companies and their subservient farmers, Carson hints at an underlying disruption of peace that goes along with pesticide use, prompting

The darkness was overwhelming, but it could feel the thump of heart beats getting closer; The crunching of feet stomping on the forest floor. It felt joy rippling through its soul. It’ll be able to spread its gold fever blood, sweat, tears; the feeling of being wanted was intoxicating. Knowing people would annihilate a race just to have it. It happened before with the Spaniards; slaughtering the Indians their cries echoed throughout the night as they fell to the bullets. The copper hit the air a delicious smell, but the miners they were something else. Murdering their own flesh, and blood brothers. The agony of some that died of slow deaths. Being eaten alive by much more then greed. It felt a sharp thud as one of the three children’s foot

Silent Spring begins by describing the devastating effects of chemical poisons with a bleak “hypothetical” scenario; a town once prized for its ecological diversity lies silent, devoid of life where life once flourished. Though the town Carson describes does not actually exist, she makes it clear that her tale is not simply one of science

Carson wastes no time in characterizing farmers as murderers who target birds. When drawing attention to the fact that the “habit of killing grows” and farmers have adapted to “killing by poison,” she exposes the harsh practices of farmers. Carson also forces her readers to understand that these pesticides are really weapons, using phrasing such as “chains of poisoning” and “target of poisons.” Carson also adds that these poisons are “deadly” and trigger a “wave of death,” an example being in 1959 when farmers caused the death of “some 65,000 red-winged blackbirds and starlings.” She is disgusted by these recurrences and sends a strong message to her audience that this must be stopped. Carson deliberately adds that these farmers act as if they are on a “mission of death” just waging a “needless war on blackbirds.” How outlandish, Carson reveals, is it for these grown men to act as if this is a balanced battle. Their actions are especially horrible because they took to killing with poison when “the problem could have been solved easily” with some agricultural changes. Carson characterizes farmers as murders to reveal that they are horrible for

The air is thick with the stench of human filth and fear. We are crammed in more tightly than even livestock would be allowed. People are sitting on top of one another, but we have been here so long, most have ceased to care. At first, it was loud, and the car was teeming with a mixture of fear and anger and expectation, but that has long since passed. After the first five days, many were already dead, and more were on there way. The mothers with babies are especially heartbreaking to watch. They hold their tiny bundles with such love, and yet such horror, for they know that their babies are dying. The gifts that they anticipated with overflowing joy are now bloated and misshapen from malnutrition and being