Memory Lane : A Fictional Narrative : Memory Lane

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

How long was I out? You wondered. And where am I? You racked your brain for what had happened before you appeared in this strange cave. The only memory that didn’t seem hazy was of you climbing

Once the person is outside of the cave they are blind and when they finally are able to see, they do not believe the outside world to be real. At first they can only see shadows and then eventually they are able to differentiate objects from one another. Lastly, the person is able to look at the sun itself. The sun represents good and now the person knows the truth. The cave is an illusion and the games they played in there were pointless.

I have use images to explain the cave, as well as the relationship of the realm of true forms. This writing is construct a bridge between the worlds of darkness and of enlightenment. I have entered back into the cave.

The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.

Many Aboriginal populations have been using storytelling as a way of communication for centuries. Storytelling is used on a day to day basis whether it be reading a story to kids or telling friends about an experience. The importance of storytelling is highlighted constantly throughout the book Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden and the entire story itself is a recollection of memories. Niska tells stories of her past to warn and teach Xavier. Xavier tells stories of his haunting and innocence shattering experience at war to help him heal. Elijah tells stories about his life before and during the war as an attempt to maintain what is left of his aboriginal culture and to heal himself by reminding himself of his achievements and what he has proudly accomplished . Storytelling plays a significant role in the novel by teaching and helping to heal the characters.

p. 82). Therefore, the adult narrator’s ability to comment and reflect on his child-self effectively emphasizes the naïve and vulnerable nature of youth, and contributes to the mood of foreboding and suspense throughout the novel, ‘now I was over confident. I expected things to go my way’ (Chapter 1. p. 28).

The cave is an alternative for the homeless spirit looking for a place to lurk and call home. Two brothers were actually given permission to stay the night in the cave but said they didn’t think they should and they would never spend the night in the Bell Witch Cave. The brothers did however take a trip to the cave and kept hearing raspy, deep sounds, he described it as a groan or like a big electric buzzer with a weak battery. They also heard very loud thumps and growling. The photographer had said "I have never heard a noise like that in a cave before, that is not a cave

“We cling on to a time and place because without them man is lost, not only man but life” (2). A quote by Loren Eisley “The Brown Wasps.” In life, as humans, we live many different memories, and whether they're sad or happy ones, we will always remember them. But no matter what, there is always going to be one memory that impacted our lives so much that we will find ourselves forever clinging on to the memory of that one event. Both the “Brown Wasps” and “Once more to the Lake” show us just how important our memories are to us.

Each time I recall the experiences I wanted to go back, back to the mindless days, thought it's a wild wish, more extravagant than anything in the world. Because when I went back to my precious stairs last summer, I realized the stairs are much smaller and dirtier than I thought they were, and I hesitated to sit down, it will soil my pants. They aren't comfortable at all (after I sat down), moreover, the views are terrible too, nothing comparable from the top of the high-rise. What was wrong with me during the tender age, that was where I settle in? Why they're so different than my memories. Accordingly, This trip made me disillusion from the tender memories. What I recalled weren't the stairs themselves, they are the experiences I had on them. This reminded me of one of Purbrick's idea that "To consider material forms as repositories of affection, not just desire" (Purbrick 11). I have affections over the experiences I had on the stairs, making me miss the stairs when I'm away from it, paradoxically, I both like and dislike the

By looking at the novel Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden one can see the struggles that comes with someone trying to live a live unburdened after succumbing to external sources. Furthermore, Joseph Boyden develops on this idea of how hard it is to repair themselves and becoming human once more.

After a ten minute drive, that usually on the right speed would be made in twenty, the Gilbert girl finally arrived to the household. It was impossible to mistake the place, especially when Damon had mentioned the house was right in the woods, and the only way there was through a difficult, rugged gravel road, leading straight to an old, big holiday lodge. It was the perfect place for someone who sought peace and refuge from the little havoc Falls Church downtown held. A perfect place for keeping someone captive, without having anyone’s curious eyes prying on their

On the first of May 2017, my vehicle (Toyota Hilux, 2008) was damaged at Fortland Road Security Point, Discovery Bay, St. Ann. I was driving through the said security point when the manual Security gate broke and damaged my vehicle. The security personnel raised the bar and as I was driving through the exit, I heard a loud sound, on investigating it was evident that the broke pole felt on my vehicle and damage it’s Windshield, the roof, front bumper, map lamp assembly, inner rear view mirror assembly.

This is a form of plot twist because he sees something comforting and then they turned to something bad. The text states,”It was a wall,seemingly of stone masonry-very smooth,slimy and cold. ”(Poe 4)This quote refers to isolation because the main protagonist is stuck in a dark room with walls made of stone that are slimy and cold

Not too far away, there was a cluster of large boulders to the right, and on the left was an abandoned structure. It was a semicircle rising above the ground, made out of what looked like concrete. The sand had found its way into the structure, drowning most of the rooms, though half of them were exposed to the open air. It was on that half where Raphael had been staying. He was dropped off here years ago to do research on the building, to try to find what it had been used for, and what its purpose was. It had been buried under the sand for what he guessed was centuries, and was only uncovered when a large volcano erupted about 100 miles away. The eruption had shaken the ground hard enough for the sand to expose the tip of the structure. A jet flew overhead after the lava had settled to report damage and the