The Room Is Engulfed By Darkness

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

( Chapter 3) Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boskage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees.The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters (Huxley 30).

Archie laid in his bed sleeping soundly on a cool june night. But his sleep was disturbed by the sound of a small tinkling of wind chimes. He opened his eyes looking over the foot of his bed he saw two small lights one blue and one Violet. Archie quickly turned away from the light keeping his

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

The boat creaked, rocking back and forth gently in the waves. A piece of charcoal gripped in her hand as she scribbled on a paper, attempting to mimic her brother, who was crudely drawing stick figures in a book. She glanced up at the two adult figures moving the boat, warm affection flooding her. They were comfort, protection and nourishment. As she went back to her drawing, a large blue-skinned hand rumpled her hair, sparking a laugh. The burst came out mixed with a bark, a clear sign of her heritage. Her brother laughed in response, and with a mischievous glance began tickling the foot closest to him. Soon, all the passengers reveled in laughter, their barking and merriment echoing out across the waters. The day passed, uneventful and boring,

There is no music or dialogue yet but the viewers can hear a bell tolling midnight, this is pathetic fallacy because midnight is associated with the inexplicable, mysterious and miraculous. We can also hear owls hooting, faint dogs barking

Exposition-Kit Gordy, a teenaged girl, is accepted into Blackwood boarding school for girls. The school is miles away from the closest town and is located in a village called Blackwood. When she sees the restored ancient building, Kit senses something evil about the old mansion. In the following days, three other students arrive; Lynda Hannah, her best friend Ruth, and Sandy.

Darkness surrounds the evening sky. The stars were peeking out from their dark home. It looked as if God took a straight pin, poked a sheet of paper with tiny holes. Crickets softly played their symphony as the world slept. James laid in his bunk, staring off into the darkness. He wondered what the day had in store for him. The night watchman quietly walked his route, like a thief in the night.

I had taught him to run, swim, climb trees, and even to fight. In Winter, not much progress was made, but the summer of 1918 was blighted. However, eventually, the clove of seasons came and Doodle was too far behind to go to school. It was Saturday around noon, a few days before school started, when we heard that strange croaking noise. Up in the bleeding tree, perched precariously, was a scarlet ibis. The red bird had tried to flutter, but failed, tumbling down through the limbs of the bleeding tree and landed on the ground with a thud. I remember all of us standing around the broken vase of red flowers, awed by it’s exotic beauty. Doodle had been very fond of the scarlet ibis, it had seemed. He would not eat as often, and he even buried the ibis himself, next to the petunia

One Monday morning young Joseph Russell was lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning. He was rolling around because he had a nightmare about LeBron and the Cavaliers would destroy Golden State in game 5 of the NBA finals. Joseph was in so much shock he began to profusely sweat. Before he knew it his room began to fill with sweat. Unfortunately, Joseph did not know how to swim and was soon submerged in sweaty water. Joseph immediately yelled out “My water wings from my 6th birthday,” which had been last week. He swam to his closet and found them, putting them on while struggling to breathe. He rose to the surface, gasped for air and managed to get out of his room into the hallway. Josephs father, Owen, was so furious about his room being filled with

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

Magonia by Maria Dahvana Headly is a fantasy book on the protagonist Aza’s fight between choosing between supporting her “native homeland” Magonia or Earth. There are two main characters: Aza and Jason. Born with a rare, unexplained disease called the Azaray/Elmer/Clive syndrome, Aza can’t breathe in oxygen properly. Jason is her childhood friend that has stuck by her side through thick and thin.

There was a blanket of darkness in the room; as if someone had woven the sky into a dark cloth and spread it over the room. It was cold. Colder than the frostbite slowly inching up Robert Peary’s leg. An icy blue flame was flickering above the wick of a well-used candle. The misty shade of purple from the curtains filled the room with a bleak atmosphere. On top of a wooden drinks cabinet sat a wireless whispering in the background of the room.

It was a gorgeous summer day. the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the world was at peace on the seemingly carefree sunday afternoon. church had just ended and the children ran fast and free ready to play. They ran two and twelve towards the town’s lake to go swimming, in order to ward off the heat of the noon sun. They stampeded through town bumping over numerous people and even one another to reach the cool blue waves. The menacing multitude took a sharp turn from the street to an old dusty road. The trees shook in the evening breeze and swayed slightly further when the children hurried by. Dust faintly clouded out the light that poured over the path. Finally they reached the dock and began to take off and swap clothes. The boys took off their shirts and pants and swam in their underwear, while the girls chose to go behind some nearby bushes.and exchange out their attire. When everyone was in they started to splash one another while laughing and shouting. A few of them dived under the water to search for fish and other sea life. When they came back, up two of them had seaweed, one held a starfish, and two others had a crab holding it by both sides. It was getting a little later in the day, but the kids were not quite yet ready to leave their fun to rest. They decided to play hide and seek even though the sun was beginning to make its descent behind the green curtains that were the distant hills. One child counted while everyone hid and waited. As he counted out

It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth shaking sound that’s mixed with sound of a hurricane that’s just the aeroplane taking off from the city airport. The mouth watering smell of the local bakery down the road lingers through my nose, I can taste those freshly baked scones in my mouth from here.