The Shroud: Premchand

These devastating losses propel Nomi’s desire of leaving the Mennonite town of East Village. I remember the time my dog died, as she caught some serious illness during weeks of heavy rain. Subsequently, the visit to the vet informed my family and I that the treatment would cause extreme pain and had a very low guarantee that it would work, so we decided to let her drift away more peacefully. There was a period of sadness and grief, but it eventually faded as time went on.

“She is too young to understand that she is dead. We have to get through with this together,” I say.

A: The “Ten Little Indians” rhyme guides the progression of the novel. The singsong, childish verses tell the story of the deaths of ten Indian boys and end with the line that gives the novel its title: “and then there were none.” A framed copy of the rhyme hangs in every bedroom, and ten small Indian figures sit on the dining-room table. The murders are carried out to match, as closely as possible, the lines in the poem, and after each murder, one of the figures vanishes from the dining room. The overall effect is one of almost supernatural inevitability;

“Well I hope you know that you won’t be seeing her again. If this nonsense keeps up, I

As I walked, the air of this haunted, dreadful and sorrowful land had sucked the life out of everything and roared as humanity began to disappear. As I carried on walking, I noticed that the small fraction of light was getting smaller and smaller, until it had been engulfed into a think black ash like smoke. Aggressively, the wind walked past the building with its cruddy feeling, blowing away all signs of life. Deeper and deeper into the land was a burning car door. The fire roared and crackled. The roaring and crackling of the burning car door merged with the aggressive air and created the loudest sounds ever heard on land. Growing darker, the skies made me feel nauseous. The fear of not waking up if a human fell asleep towered

It was at the peak of the night’s darkness, fog covered the kingdom. The town was fast asleep, the King and his thanes were also out cold. There was an eerie sense in the air. It had almost been too long without any commotion. The kingdom, at the top of the Food chain, hadn’t been attacked for nearly two years now.

The scene is horrible, bodies lay on the ground killed by guns, hatchets, and knives even war clubs all just beyond words. The bodies on the ground are not the only ones they find, in the houses they find much more. Some that hid in the cellars died as they were trapped in the fire. Mothers, fathers and children burned and smothered in what they thought would be safe.

“The community broke into complete chaos. Everybody and everything was out of order. When the wave of painful memories hit, the people dropped to the floor and held their heads in excruciating pain. We should have thought this through more carefully Jonas. I would never have believed that such anarchy could become in such a peaceful community. But the memories were too harsh. Riots were started. Fires burnt down the buildings. Some jumped into the river and died just

Everyone continued with their lives, the simple notice of an enemy rising seemed to slip their sights. Until the day that it happened. A monster from the depths below, one that no one had ever imagined to exist, tore its way through the settlement before leaving with some of the remaining humans. Those that were Hunters from a Tribe followed it, finding the bodies of their fellow survivors lifeless in the woods not far from the settlement. This was the beginning of their true

After the first chapter of the book, I was filled with a sense of foreboding and pity, empathetically so. The descriptions of the dead and dying crops, overwhelming dust storms, and starving families, struck a chord in my heart. “When the night came again it was black night, for the stars could not

“No, I would never forgive anyone that attempted to take me away from my family.”

Another theme that is explored in this story deals with the idea of scapegoat. Many ancient civilizations used to perform a ritual where a human and animal were sacrificed to god in a hope that it removes the evil of the entire society. Sacrificing the person or animal was supposed to bring prosperity and happiness to the society. The same concept is used in this story. Every year, an innocent person is stoned to death by the villagers in a hope that it will flourish the crops. They don’t care who that person is. The whole village immediately turns against that person who picks the paper with a black spot on it. Even children aren’t spared. The year when

Finally, the villagers were gone. We had finished them off and there were no villagers left. Some of my crew had survived, but most had not. Their faces were sullen, I could tell, by the loss of part of the crew. The gravity of the problem had suddenly struck. We might not have enough men to make it back home. In fury, we burned the village homes and buildings and sailed away. I looked back at the village to see nothing but smoke.

“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.

The sister prepares the evening meal, making her contribution to the family; and calls on the boy to come and eat. The saw in the boy?s hands was still running and when he took his attention away from his work, and that split second of carelessness cost him an extremity. His instincts raised his arm upward to keep all the blood from spilling out immediately. When he realized what was happening, the boy finally realized he was to young to be doing a man?s work. The boy ?saw all spoiled,? and now knew his whole childhood had vanished and it was impossible to get it back. The boy frantically called out to his sister to make the doctor keep his hand on. The boy?s body must have instantly gone into shock and not felt the absence of the hand. When the doctor arrived he gave him some ether to make him go to sleep. The little boy began to lose his pulse and soon he was a stranger to the world. The people surrounding the boy never expected the loss of his hand to tragically end the little boy?s life. Frost?s almost appalling casual description of death shocks the reader enough to make them think. ?Since they were not the one dead, turned to their affairs,? describes the environment of the survivors. They are forced to move on with their life and keep working because they cannot afford to stop and mourn.