“He told me I could play the guitar once he was done with me,” The boy said rubbing his neck. “Fair enough,” Ray said. He took his leave in the direction the boy had come. He limped down the overgrown dirt road. “See you, mister! Good luck!” The boy waved and took off. With every step, the sweat became more profuse. It smelled like someone was lighting matches. Ray figured The Devil would seek out a location that felt most familiar to him. Either that or he was changing the environment to suit him. The path, while green and surrounded by willows, gradually turned to leafless rosebushes. It was as if someone had set to plucking everything, save for the scarlet roses. “Hold there, boy!” A voice like mercury hissed from behind him. The shock …show more content…
He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up. “I have to say, the fact that we look so much alike gives me pause,” The Devil said. Other than the pinstripes that Ray was sporting, The Devil wore a white suit of nearly the exact same design. The hat didn’t really go with his ensemble as well as it did with Ray if he did say so himself. While it was true that The Devil and he looked mostly the same, Ray stood a good head taller. “What? I know I’m sexy. There ain’t no shame in looking like me,” Ray said. He flung his jacket over a willow bush. The rush of stale air to his sweat soaked shirt hardly helped at all. “Believe me. There is.” The devil took off his hat and dropped it to the ground. The action exposed two tiny brass horns. “I always thought you’d have to be a smooth talker to get people to give up the ghost, but a snappy dresser too. You are good.” “Yes... Well... My wife told me this was out of style some years ago. I guess I probably should find a new suit.” “You crazy? Naw man, you got it going on. Didn‘t, think you‘d be so short, though. Like a mini-me!” “Here we go,” The Devil growled. “What?” “Every time I meet one of you rhubarb heads it’s the same thing!” “Rhubarb heads? Isn’t that derogatory?” Ray rubbed his temple. He wondered what constitutes a rhubarb head. “And short isn’t? People used to be this tall you know!” “Well, you are short, and my head isn’t made of rhubarb! Can’t you just make yourself taller?” “That’s the problem with you people!
"You are stupid, fat, and ugly. You are an only child. You are un-loved. You are scared of mostly everything in the world."
“None of my pants fit anymore Li, and my shirts are getting too tight, and I just feel so unattractive and-”
In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel, The Beautiful and Damned, the main character of Gloria, Anthony’s wife, and Dot, Anthony’s mistress represents Fitzgerald 's wife, Zelda. The way that Anthony meets Dot, as well as the personalities and the lives of these women are very similar to Zelda Fitzgerald. Gloria is the sophisticated city girl, while Dot is the simplistic country girl sides of his wife. Gloria can be also classified as the wild public version, while Dot is the troubled private version.
“Well, good- that’ll be less work for the both of us,” she grinned. Her heart was still beating fast, but at least it wasn’t pounding in her ears any longer.
After a few months of being confined to the basement, the devil flapped its wings and flew out the chimney, and the Shrouds family never saw it again. People’s animals started to disappear, and they blamed the devil for it. They said that it started to kill and eat the flocks. Some people even said that the Jersey Devil would terrorize little children because it was jealous it could never be a normal child. Ever since then, the devil has been spotted in different places in the New Jersey Pine Barrens, making that same screaming noise.
Walker’s devil is a “great black man” dressed in “Indian garb” and “begrimed with soot” (Irving, p. 3, 4). This holds stark contrast to Stone’s “soft-spoken, dark-dressed stranger,” portrayed as a businessman with a “pocketbook full of papers” (Benet, p. 12, 13). Each appearance is appropriate to how each author treats his devil: Walker’s devil is an arcane, ancient force represented through wild and exotic appearance while Stone’s devil is a rational, negotiable being represented through an incredibly human appearance. As a part of both agreements, each man sells his soul to the devil; the only different thing about Walker’s deal is that the devil holds the stipulation that “the money found through his means should be employed in his service” (Irving, p. 7). Once again, Walker’s devil is a more sinister force in the story. Both depictions hold appropriate to the ultimate end of each
“How do we want to make you look? With that red hair, we can make you quite the temptress, but if you want to play that kind of thing down, we can work that out, too,” he said matter-of-factly.
Furthermore, the author never mentions directly that the devil is present in the story, but he gives out clues so the reader can infer it. For example, he mentions “he was dressed in a rude, half Indian garb, and had a red belt… swathed round his body… his face was begrimed with soot, as if he had been accustomed to toil among fires and forges.” Irving also mentions he has cloven feet and calls him
In Stephen King’s short story the Devil’s intention was to shatter Gary’s life; while it left Gary with a mortified experience. Gary could have lived his life in absolute fear, expect he took his parents to church and lived a faithful profiling life. Regardless of a Gary following the rules his parents provided him with the Devil
The key characteristic that Gary uses to deduce that the Devil was not a regular human is that his “eyes were completely orange”(829). The eyes refer to the common concept of hell being a fiery, hot landscape; furthermore, they incorporate a sense of unease in both the protagonist and readers because of the abnormality.
Among many twentieth-century writers who have attempted to write about murder and mystery, William Faulkner’s ability to create an uncomfortable mood is incomparable to any other. "When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral." In the introduction of A Rose for Emily, the pages are immediately infested with the theme of death, which brings the reader to question why this story has such a depressing tone upon separating the front cover from its pages. Making the solemn mood such an integral part of this piece not only provokes thought within the reader, but also gives a sense of security. It is clearly spelt out that the author is trying to make the audience feel a certain way. This specificity so early on in the piece makes his writing more believable and settling into the discomforting tone. A Rose for Emily is a poetic collage of psyche solutes meant to provoke life-altering observations and internal search.
“Your shorts are above your fingertips, and the straps on your shirt are much too thin. I’m going to have to ask you to call your parents to pick you up, so you can go home and change into something more school appropriate”
said “I need to get your head size for something, that's all." "Well, Okay, "
“My brothers…that fatal hunt is up, and harrying our streets today. See him there, that angel of the pestilence, comely as lucifer, shining like Evil’s very self! He is hovering above your roofs with his great spear in his right hand, poised to strike, while his
the king of all evil: Satan (Spenser 914). As his “red and black” body descends upon his foe, “blazing