Into The Woods: A Short Story

In the short story “The Thing in the Forest” by A.S Byatt, the author introduces the thing as dark, ominous and has a very putrid smell that is almost like a representation of death. The thing in the forest lurks and wanders around the forest next to a house filled with children that have been sent there because they have been evacuated from their town. I believe that the thing represents or would symbolize many things, and also considering the time frame the story was written in pre-world war era I would say that the story probably represent the death or the decay of the men that fought in the war. Also I believe that the thing symbolizes something literal like an injured soldier that tried to get the attention of the girls that wandered the forest. Lastly, In parts of the story I gives you some indication of the thing and it makes the thing sound like it might be any army closing in on a country or city cause the thing came in “waves”. So the thing might be a wave of scary putrid smelling soldiers that sound and looks like death.

I will never be the same as I was before it happened. The moment I went into THE FOREST. The things that I saw will always haunt me till I die, even now when I’m safe and sound I still see them, the memories of me in THE FOREST it all haunts me. This entire thing started way back when I was still a father.

“Come on, lets go.” He stood up and grabbed my hand pulling me the opposite way.

Bill Bryson the author of the short story ‘A Walk in the Woods' constructs the story in a certain way to try to get the reader to accept his attitudes and values about how dangerous and death defying Earl V. Shaffer and other's are in attempting to travel the trail. He uses the techniques of emotive language, unusual language and use of first hand accounts in the short story ‘A Walk in the Woods‘ . The use of descriptive and humorous language, combined with conversational text has allowed Bryson to express his feelings and opinions on his and others experiences on the Appalachian Trail to the audience. <br><br>The language that the author uses in the short story is very emotive and expressed the feeling which have been felt by others on

Upon walking ‘into’ Into The Woods one would say the mood was set well. The red curtain in front of the proscenium stage, the orchestra tuning their instruments, and a peculiar man standing on the side of the stage. I was prepared for the show, a water bottle and plenty of cough drops to get me through the 2 and ½ hours. What I was not prepared to see was the obvious struggles they were having that day with their own cues.

Buck was now one with the wild. His reminiscence of John Thornton rushed through his mind when he fixed his gaze upon the brilliance of the Yeehats’ crackling fire. The thirst for vengeance bubbled in the pits of his stomach when he grimaced at the natives through the trees. He had very few sentiments left for John Thornton, but the fire always managed to flood his thoughts with the remembrance of John’s affectionate visage.

Bewildered, Katherine gasped for air trying to escape, fighting for her life. Her eyes so innocent and pure, they shone in the caliginous, isolated cabin. She became pale, her tongue was slipping out of her mouth and she screamed “James!” Silence had permeated all of Blackhill Woods…

Chapter 1: Something In The Forest Charles Monet’s daily life and path through how he might have initially contracted the virus is outlined. His personal and daily life are also mentioned-he’s a French man who ended up in Western Kenya and now works in a sugar factory, living in a bungalow with a housekeeper named Johnnie. His surroundings are thoroughly described by Preston; the sky, trees, animals, people, and general atmosphere are accounted for. Background information about the topography and ambience is given in clear detail. A few sentences describe the historical and cultural times, HIV and AIDS becoming prominent without clear, affirmative recognition.

They heard the wolves catch their scent. The breath of the hungry wolves filled the night as they creeped over the tree that covered the frightened men. “BANG!” coming from the distance an unknown gunshot scared the wolves off, giving a glimmer of hope for the trapped men. Hearing that the forest had settled the men decided that the coast was clear.

But even though the pine tree isn't here anymore I still have the memories of the pine tree.

A Walk in the Woods by Lee Blessing was based on a historical event in 1982. Two negotiators, one from Russia and one from the U.S., took a walk into the woods during talks in Geneva. Russia was developing intermediate range missiles that only targeted European countries, thus making NATO impossible to act on the matter. The U.S. decided to upgrade Germany’s weapons to be on the same level as those of Russia. The US and the USSR meet for peace talks intending to Stone wall each other’s plans. The USSR was set on blocking deployment of the American Pershing IIs without giving up their SS-20s; President Reagan proposed both nations go to zero (adst.1.).

“This is so dull! We should be doing something together instead of wasting all of our time practically ignoring each other,” I said with a huff. All of my cousins looked over at me, and I couldn’t help but blush at the scrutiny they gave me.

“Hey Caitlin! Can you get that bottle from upstairs?” dad shouted. I ran as quickly as my little six year old speed could allow up to the baby’s new room. I grabbed the bottle and ran downstairs. Me and my sister were waiting near the front door, but not outside, it was raining and thundering. My sister Mady tried to open the door, but dad caught her. “No going outside, there is going to be a long storm, probably for three or four days.” he said nervously. “Once mommy and Josie comes home, I’ll be working on the electricity at work for a couple of days.” “So we won’t see you?” Mady asked while backing up and on the edge of tears. “Yes.” he replied unfortunately. “Great” I thought, “I’ll have to help with and Josie.”

Eunice scratched at her arm, fiddling with her sleeves. She didn’t know how to reply.

pack is already, well, packed, so she decides to entreat into the denser parts of the woods for some privacy. She finds a small slope that she walks up, and rounds a large bush at its top.