My Ending to Lamb to the Slaughter

The quote “Tears come from the heart and not from the brain” by Leonardo da Vinci is highly relevant to the climax of “Lamb to the Slaughter” by Roald Dahl, because it provides a reason for why Mary kills her beloved husband. This quote explains how when Mary kills her husband, that it was her heart speaking and not her head. The images on my poster show the calm before the storm, Mary walking up the stairs with the soon to be murder weapon. Both of these points relate to the climax of the short story.

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

“Do not be concerned about the future; keep your attention on today, and stay in the present moment. Just live one day at a time. Always do your best to keep these agreements, and soon it will be easy for you. Today is the beginning of a new dream.”

“The future lies before you, like a field of fallen snow; be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.” -Unknown

I heard the door shut and felt like I was alone, it was still pitch black so I was not sure of it. As the time passed it began to get hotter as if I were in a sauna, I began to sweat and panic. After approximately thirty minutes he had come back in the room but I didn’t just hear one but two voices speaking, I was not able to understand what they were discussing, all I heard was mumbling. As I was trying to eavesdrop on their conversation before I could hear anything they had begun to drag me to another place I was not sure of. I began to wonder why I was not able to see anything but pitch black until I had remembered something very important. I was so caught up with being very frightened that I had forgotten that I was born without my

other side I got the most intense headache I have ever had and it ended as soon as it began. I got a good look around the room, the walls were navy blue an there were yellow dots like stars, scattered about. A voice interrupted my observing “the headache is normal for newcomers” I looked over in the direction of the voice a somewhat translucent woman in a bright blue dress was standing in a corner and she looked exactly like my mother. “Mom,” I said. “No, I am and artificial intelligence modeled after Dooris Doorlington my creator's wife,” She said. “An my mother,” “What do you want to know about the fifth-Doormension,” “How do I see the future,” I asked “TO see the future touch the knob of the door to enter MR. Doorlington’s office open and walk through it.” “Thank

I woke up to a loud-wailing scream of sirens. The sirens of the police cars and ambulance always wakes me up in the morning; it’s a tradition. Instead of getting out of bed I just lay there knowing that if I get up I’ll have to face the reality of life. I got up anyway knowing I would have to get up sooner or later. The dark wood floors were freezing. I felt like it was winter and I had just got stuck in the snow. I ran over to my drawers and quickly took out one pair of fluffy socks. I put them on at the same rate I took them out and let out a sigh of relief once I was

I panicked and tried to sit up but was crushed under the weight of the white blanket that had fallen from the sky during my nap that now had me pinned down threatening to become my new grave. I could no longer feel my legs, kicking to try to free myself from this opaque prison was now impossible. With fear taking over every part of my being, I screamed as loud as I could, it seemed as though my screams held the same amount of power as senseless legs as the sound failed to travel past my face. I could not tell which way was up, or down, disoriented and with the weight of the snow crushing my chest, I was quickly losing the ability to breathe, I panicked further. I was drowning. With my arms stuck at my side and my vision becoming increasingly blurry, I could not hold on to consciousness. I slipped back into a mental void into what seemed to be a terrible

A shadow of light cast itself across the room illuminating my sister who lay next to me in bed. She had pushed all the blankets on my side, sprawled her legs across the entire king size bed, and rested her head on my pillow, so close to me that I could taste the putrid odor on her breath. I glared at her. As stealthily as I could, I slipped off the blankets and got out of bed. The thermostat read 78 degrees. I pressed the snowflake button ten times so the thermostat read 68 degrees: the perfect sleeping temperature. Each time I pressed the button a high pitched beep filled the void in the silent room, echoing off of each of the walls. My sister's eyes flew open on the tenth beep. She sat upright and looked at me with an immense anger. Then she screamed. Before she could finish yelling my name, my parents were awake and out of bed, running over to her in alarm. “She tried to turn down the heat,” my sister shrieked through her heavy sobs. She started flailing around, rolling in the sheets and punching the mattress. I made a beeline for the bathroom, where I had hid three hours earlier when she had the exact same melt down. Through the

The choice he makes of the two doors solely depending on a Semi-Barbaric princess. Whose train of thought might be different from that of a person who is sound of mind. Being of her background, she would easily have led the youth to the door of the beast. Her choice would reflect these three reasons her jealousy, upbringing and her pride.

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

The weather man seemed to scare me to the point of no return. I quickly grasped Madeline’s arm and brought her to her bed and laid her down. I reached over to my bed and grabbed my comforter and situated it around her body. Her eyes were still wide like she had seen something frightening. I dimmed the lights and turned the volume on the television up a little louder. I got into my bed and pulled my sheets up. The darkness had gotten to me, it felt like midnight but it was only one in the afternoon. I was so tired. Slowly drifting off, my eyes sealed shut and I fell deep into sleep.

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.

He strutted out the door still struggling as he stumbled up the stairs to get up to the next floor. He looked around to make sure the landlady wasn't anywhere in sight. As he stepped foot on the fourth floor platform he still didn't see anyone. He spotted six doors, he marched up to the first. He put his hand on the doorknob and it creaked open. When he looked into the room it was completely spotless, but completely empty. He slowly closed the door and opened the next one, and the next one, and the one after that. They were all exactly the same, empty. He came to the next one and when he touched the doorknob he flinched. It was freezing, he was almost terrified to open the door. As he slowly

From the time I was a young child I was plagued with nightmares. These nightmare continued thought my life into my teenage years. There were times that that the darkness surrounding me became so heavy, that I felt like it was drowning me.Pulling me deeper and deeper into its horrendous domain, until I could no longer see the light. In the wee hours of the morning I would awaken covered in sweat, panting, desperately trying to refill my lungs with oxygen. As the woeful tears rolled down my cheeks, I would close my eyes and picture ten