Upon his grandfather's death, it fell to Samuel to sort through former possessions. Samuel found

The mouldy, rotting, brown house stood in front of Emily, only fear keeping her feet planted to the ground. Moaning and creaking noises being projected from the house. The grass was damp from the evening fog and every time she took a step the mud squelched. The bottom step squeaked as she applied pressure with her foot, she let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn’t swallowed her up. The door, slightly off colour from the rest of the house, loomed over her like a giant as he reached for the brass door handle. A shiver ran through her body like an electric current, the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled Emily’s nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if she was to touch it. Mould ate away at

Samuel had been digging the grave all night. The task was labored silently, with only the shhks of the shovel being thrust into the dirt and the plops of the earth dropping sounding in the morning air. He would rest this morning if he could and his chores would fall to me. I had been eagerly anticipating them since Tom’s death; I needed a something to do. His passing had been long coming and while he had lain dying I had a job to do. I fed him spoonfuls of water and grain knowing all the while that it was futile and I was utterly useless, but still trying because Tom just couldn't die like that; so young.

"I know everything, you see," the old voice wheedled. "The beginning, the present, the end. Everything. You now, you see the past and the present, like other low creatures: no higher faculties than memory and perception. But dragons, my boy, have a whole different kind of mind." He stretched his mouth in a kind of smile, no trace of pleasure in it. "We see from the mountaintop: all time, all space. We see in one instant the passionate vision and the blowout. Not that we cause things to fail, you understand." He was testy all at once, as if

"How can you be of any further service to me?" Ivan thought. "All my wishes have come

“In the new dream the dragon-like thing was between them, and somehow the mother managed to get the girl away. When her daughter finished telling the story, there was a bizarre look on the mother's face. As soon as she asked what was wrong, the mother explained. Those were not dreams. How’s that for spirits?”

Young Douglas went to the castle,and spoke with the king.The king asked Douglas if he would behead the dragon.At first, Douglas was terrified,but then he remembered that,he was the chosen one,the one to defeat the dragon.He must prepair for battle.

“My eyes filled with tears, I thought of my brother, and i thought of my stepfather, who was probably scrubing a piece of furniture with a wad of steel wool, is knuckles a nest of wiry fibers. I thought of Mom with a telephone to her ear, and my dead father on his rack of blackness, lighting up the earth with his glow of bones.”(Page 101)

Robert Frost’s poem “Home Burial,” written in 1914, centers around the conversation of a married couple whose relationship is struggling after the death of their young child. A duality in meaning exists in the poem’s title, “Home Burial,” which references not only the death of their child but also the death of their marriage. Is the child’s death the sole cause of their marital distress? Robert Frost opens the poem in the couple’s home with the husband watching as his wife, Amy, begins to descend the staircase (1-2). After a few verses, the audience has become witnesses to the marriage’s descent into nothingness. The child’s grave lies forever in the background, framed by a small window at the top of the stairs (Frost 24-31). In Robert Frost’s “Home Burial”, the marriage of Amy and her husband is irreparable due to differences in expression, acceptance, and perception.

I stared down at the dragon, while Kheiron floated in place his soft fur rippling as he sang mysterious melodies concerning the place and it’s magic and chanted about the kingdoms secrets. His words worked their way into my mind.

Everyone experiences death, loss and grief throughout their lives, it isn’t an easy process by any means and everyone handles it in their own individual way. When it comes to going through once loved belongings owned by someone you lost, it can help the process while reminding us of the person they once were, the things they loved and things they wore. In the poem “Shell”, written by author Cathy Bobb, she makes us feel her sadness and grieving as she cleans out the drawer of her daughter’s dresser who was murdered eleven years ago. The speaker sets a very lethargic tone to this poem with her use of emotional depth through her imagery. The first stanza of this poem opens us into her grieving process as she starts to ponder through her

Right." Two meagre hands on his chest and a push sent the man flying from the window, screams coming from his lips as he fell. With a satisfying crunch, his body crumpled into nothing beneath him. "Gladys! Feel free to finish him." An sage coloured dragon swooped down to the ground with a loud and menacing roar. It's crimson wings beat together as it lurched at the inert body beneath it. The dragon showed jagged, ivory teeth protruding from it's snarling mouth ready to devour its

In William Faulkner’s novel As I Lay Dying and Flannery O’Connor’s short story “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” the atmosphere is ignorant and confusing because the characters are offbeat and unnatural. Moreover, both authors use symbolism to depict the bizarre atmosphere of their apocryphal works. Throughout As I Lay Dying, Addie Bundren’s coffin symbolizes the eccentric and unbalanced relationship of the Bundren family. Similarly, in “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” the grandmother represents goodness and how it eventually can lead to death. These symbols influence and create the atmosphere of peculiarity in both pieces. The symbol of the coffin in As I Lay Dying and the symbol of the grandmother in “A Good Man is Hard to Find” create an unusual

A HUGE deafening roar came from the cave. Smoke followed and the sound of heavy, scaly feet. Thestral screamed, ran and tripped. Everything went dark. He woke to find the Dragon dead, his own sword stuck in its brain.

“Your wish has been granted.” The shadow said as more of its kind showed up to make the scene even more scary.

The shades were down and the air was close with a faint scent of perfume in it. There was a wide antique bed and a mammoth dresser whose mirror glinted in the half-light” (455). The room is a place of the past similar to a museum; it is a place where what is left of something or someone is put up nicely to be viewed, but not touched. The words “antique bed” and “mammoth” are connected to the past. The antique bad is especially important item in the room as it alludes to the special emotional and physical connection that Sheppard and his wife used to have. O’ Connor also suggests the family’s incompleteness by utilizing the words “semi-darkness” and “half-light.” Applying this particular diction, O’Connor describes a significant setting in the