Obschurus Short Stories

Instead, it was a voice filled with concern, echoing and rattling inside their skull with its sharp pitch. Their eyes fluttered open to see an unrecognizable face swimming across their vision among an array of color.

Meyer, Michael. "Killings." The Compact Bedford Introduction to Literature: Reading, Thinking, Writing. Ninth ed. Boston, MA: Bedford/St. Martin's, 2012. 96-108. Print.

The chill of winter air had nudged her from her slumber. Gazing through the window upon the dreary horizon, the blur of gray told Hulga that rain was nearing. Nervously, she backed into the corner away from the window and curled up next to a pile of hay and settled in. Soon after repositioning herself, Hulga heard the consistent patter of rain on the roof of the barn. Her eyes watered as she wondered if her mother had been frantically searching for her.

As I was going up 4th Street, I saw a lot of men under guard and I was hurrying on to overtake them to see what the trouble was [when] I met a woman who hailed me and commenced conversation. She asked if I knew who those men were. I told her I did not but presumed they were bounty jumpers and they were taking them to some safe place. She said if I had started to run away, they would not take me

Outside, a deep silence fell over the neighborhood. This silence crept into every household. Members of the community had a guise of anger and pain expressed on their faces. Everyone locked themselves inside, to lament such a tragedy that has brought sorrow to a twelve years old’s family. Parents fell on their knees with tears in their eyes. This last murder represented the final straw. So many of their own had been murdered by the malicious, metallic, monsters that were supposed to be the defenders of their community. They felt insecure, threatened by the

With his inevitable death looming just minutes, probably even seconds away, he figured he may as well make the most of the time he had left. If he was going to die, he was at least going to take some of these freaks down with him. He thrust his hands into the vat of goop between his legs, and the targeting arrays came to life. The guns had barely finished their

people to stand up and come forward I started to hear another voice. That voice became louder

No shot rang through the trees. No pain pierced his flesh. He was whole. Slowly, he began to lower his arms. The gun lay on the ground by Mr Laing’s side, his eyes wide with shock.

Random acts of violence are dotted throughout the novel adding to the theme of death, spontaneous death. The italicized stories seen spontaneously popping up in the novel are testaments to the random acts of violence that were experienced in Sri Lanka, all take an effect on the reader, but none are as blunt or effective as the list seen in the middle of the book. A young women walks to the school everyday to work and sees the same group of boys, but one day she shows up at the bridge and randomly the boys are gone, She says, “She is ten yards from the bridge when she see the heads of two students on stakes…...she doesn’t know or care”(Ondaatje 174). This scene is not just disturbing for the fact that there are heads on stakes it is most disturbing because of how she reacts when she first sees the heads. She passes

Bullets shot through the building at every angle. Bodies lay across the floor. The floor was slick with their blood. People were scrambling on top of each other to get to the stairs; nobody dared to go outside. Going outside promised death, at least inside there was a chance to survive.

The mid-November wind carried with it a chill – add this to the chill given to you by the disturbing scene before you now for an overall, over-powering effect of fear and un-naturalness. Of hopelessness. Of wanting to turn around and sprint away, away, away, as fast as your legs can carry your trembling body. Standing erect like proud soldiers in a parade are the hairs on the back of your neck and arms. You’re scared. And rightly so. The crime that occurred here is like something described in Hannibal – but worse. In the moonlight you can just make out the bodies: all seven of them. Each one with their own story of betrayal and misery to tell – tortured and beaten to an unrecognizable pulp. Blood. Everywhere. Bare should be the trees – and bare they would be if not for one thing: intestines. They were draped over and around the icy branches like a psychopath’s idea of bunting. But that wasn’t all that decorated the trees, and some might go as far as to say that the intestines weren’t the most chilling thing that decorated the trees. Because on one of the lower branches of a birch tree hung a man, aged around fifty. A man who left this world the way he entered – with a lot of

Upon their arrival at Matanceros, Hunter, Black Eye, Lazue, Sanson, and the Moor all make their way behind the fortress. Encountering high cliffs, rough jungle foliage, and deadly animals, the crew comes to see that Cazalla has docked under the suspicion that Hunter is still on his way to the island. The privateers manage to make their way around the village and

“Follow the brick road,” Obiareus looked around to see where the echo was coming from and proceeded along the brick road. Behind him were his three friends, Charlie, Cooper, and Carlos. Out of nowhere, it hit them. The three triplets and Obiareus were so dehydrated they felt like passing out. They continued on the road that slowly faded up the hill, which led to a beautiful, breathtaking garden. The grass was vibrant, the birds were singing to one another, and right in front of their eyes was a crystal clear body of water. This was the water of life. They rushed to the water, filling their hands with it and they gulped it up. Meanwhile, a few of the men submerged their heads into the water. One of the men named Carlos spotted the shiny red berries, he ran to them and ate them before Obiareus

The scorching blade slashed at my eyelashes and stabbed at my stinging eyes. That’s when everything began to reel… My whole being tensed and I squeezed my hand around the revolver. The trigger gave.. I shook off the sweat and the sun”(Camus 59).

In the quarters were two deputies they had hidden behind a couch placed in back of the auto gun they had two mini camera’s set up to alert them when and if any of the morgloths attempted to enter any of the residential quarters they