The Dark Eyes Of A Winter Wonderland

In the first section of this gothic short story, Jacobs starts off by describing the setting. He describes the night as "cold and wet" but, he shows the reader that the house is warm and cozy even with the cold rainy weather. He depicts this by telling us “the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly"(Jacobs 1). He contrasts the inside of the home heavily with the outside of the home. Outside it is a dark, stormy night, and the inside it is cheery and warm with chess, knitting, and a warm fire. The author shows us in the beginning that the family is happy and has everything they could need.

The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.

This image of Snow White stands out as a stark contrast to the dark forest. Her pale skin and light yellow skirt have a glow about them that look ethereal against the shadows. The color of her skirt continues through the image in the ground beneath her feet with much darker shading. This is the tiniest hint of moonlight breaking through the canopy of treetops. Her stance is that of movement. Even though the image shows her standing still, the swirl of her skirt, her raised arm, and the tilt of her head and flow of her hair shows she is in flight. The leaves floating in mid-air, above her head also help to show movement. Her fear is shown in her cowering at the life that is given to the tree. The tree becomes the embodiment of a nightmare. Sharp claws reaching are highlighted to engage the focus of the viewer. Once engaged, following the line of highlights towards the tree is a surprise in pale green. There is a face of a monster with menacing teeth open and ready devour the young innocent in front of him. His pale green spreads out through his branches gaining darker hues and shades as it moves through the image giving him the monstrous look he needs to be scary. His roots are shown in the moonlight so that they appear to be coming out of the ground to capture her and take her into the depths of the

Alice let her ice blue eyes sweep over the crowded room before her gaze fell upon the Master Vampires. She needed air. Needed a way to escape this stuffy crowded ballroom before she went insane. Dropping her gaze back onto the group she stood with, Alice took a small step back before turning on the heel of her shoe, then vanishing into the crowd. Placing her empty wine glass down on a passing tray, Alice stopped one last time, before pushing the glass door open that led onto the balcony. A rush of cold air blasted her pale angelic face, and a small fanged smile appeared as she slipped through the crack, and into the night.

He acted like everything was okay, but in truth he was quite terrified. The streets were filled with citizens. And with his height it was difficult to see around the groups of people, if it wasn't for his eyes he would be stuck. In truth he didn't get a good look at the vampire that night at the ball. Mostly, all the times he had a chance at looking at its face was spent on running. But than it hit him, when he looked at it he couldn't see its name it was hidden.

The noon darkness and damp-smelling air threatened to render me helpless beneath whatever pitiful shelter I sought. I cast my eyes to the charcoal sky, my attention grasped by a golden crack in the cloud layer where the sun streamed through. The storm was promised, the wind already unleashed, but there would be sunshine by morning, time to rebuild and repair the once innocent and advancing Denmark; I must give order to this world again. Following her into the darkness of the forest I watch as she rests against a weeping willow. Holding her head in her hands and playing with each flower that

He gasped. The trunk of a plank appeared in his sight as he bended over. It was dull, as dull as grey. Fungi covered the whole surface of the dead souls of the plank. Mice were crawling around the piece of wood as if it was some kind of religious god. The dirt was bleak yet as hard as iron. It was as cold as the spirit of the Sleepy Hollow.

and I go under the trees, and make our little own pathway. There is headlights, streetlights, and houses peeking threw the trees. We here a couple trees wiggle, making it sound like there is creatures making there way around them. It startled us a little, making my heart beat out of my chest. All of the sudden, a small, tiny tree falls over, making us startle, once again. I step in a hole, which a pile of leaves in it, I slowly sink in, as Emma screams, and tries to pull me up. Emma trips over a pile of sticks, and scraps her leg, from thrones, and from tiny branches. It isn't bleeding bad, but a drip of blood rolls down her leg. We make a run for it out of the woods, and we know smell like we've been in the woods for hours. I soon fall in a pile of mud, and something grabs my leg. It is definitely a figure of a hand, but I'm not quite sure what it is. I look behind me, seeing a tall figure seeing it was a vampire. We both scream in shock. We run fast in a matter of seconds, and see Dark Chambers. We make a run for it, and see the vampire is a little ways behind

Stepping up to a large dark mahogany desk he bowed at the waist and placed his right hand over his chest. Staying in that manner he waited till she'd given him permission to right his stance. Standing straight up he held his own hands together in front of him and watched the beautiful young female in front of him. She had short, pixie style, white blonde hair and snow white eyes. Her skin was slightly pale to match the white image she had but her clothing was a bit more colorful as she was wearing a soft yellow sun dress while she sat in front of a desk that dwarfed her small figure. She informed him of his duty to track this rogue vampire and discover why they are killing and drawing attention to the race. It is up to his decision if the vampire is able to be saved or

At first he thought he was hallucinating the cabin because he couldn’t see why anyone would want to live on a freezing mountain in the middle of nowhere. As he came closer he realized that it definitely wasn’t just a hallucination and also that there might be some kind of food inside. Blinded with happiness a his discovery he ran to the cabin not noticing the claw marks and vicious scratches on the walls and door leading to a mound of snow which was were what was left of the cabins previous owners body now rested.

That night should be like his other night; when he let his mind blurring between reality and illusion, and whether he’s awakened or dreaming felt quite the same. He sprawled shirtless on the cold tile floor, among the paint tubes, brushes, and his piece of painted canvas. He had just swallowed his night medicine minutes before, even the paint on his canvas hadn’t dried yet when he saw a face appeared in front of his window. The pallid face emerged just after midnight, crawling out of the still darkness like all the nightmares do. It’s an incredibly pale face with a streak of blood slashed across his

It was a seemingly calm and peaceful fall night when a soft murmur echoed throughout the damp forest. “I can’t believe I just did this,” hung in the cool air and was carried away by the light wind. A motionless body lay on the damp forest floor, blood trickling onto the ground and soaking into the soil. Loud footsteps became fainter and fainter as they left the corpse and went far away.

It was the time of year when each exhale drew a cloud of fog, and a fine layer of frost covered everything, freezing the world and holding it in place. The sun, high in the sky, would offer no solace. It hung, suspended in time, gazing upon the earth with uninterested eyes. The gray skies had absorbed into my body, and my veins ran cold and bitter. Winter came as a gray wolf, and it devoured the golden summer lambs. Now the gray wolf perched by my side, its muzzle pointed precariously at my neck. My summer lamb lay slain at my feet. And with its murder, my self-esteem, my self-worth, my cheerful happiness collapsed. I found myself lonely and empty.

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.

It has already been a month since the accident occurred. Fall was nothing but a memory now, having made way for the harsh season of winter. The trees, once filled with vibrant colors and a feeling of warmth, was now a shadow of its former self, but in a sense, related to me more. Reminiscent of the past, I looked at the tree, suddenly hit by nostalgia. In a moment of clarity, I realized the significance, the representation, the resemblance between the tree and I. As the pure white snowflakes danced across the clear blue sky, the tree, now naked and exposed in front of me, exemplified my own self. I couldn’t hide from the truth; I couldn’t hide behind the vibrant colors of my life, I couldn 't hide and live life the way I had been before. Just like the tree, who needs sunshine to grow, I could not live without telling the truth to his family. Just like the tree, I need my sunshine, I need Jack.