Analysis Of Eden Falls

What was once a beautiful but small lawn with grass is now a patch of dead grass with dirt exposing itself under the grass. What was once the creaky barn doors are completely destroyed, with broken glass on the ground on the outside, leading to the inside. What was once the living room where I had spent so much time watching television and playing games with my siblings, now has its carpet completely torn up, walls indented, and closet in complete shambles with light gleaming sharply through the holes of the closet from holes that were made by vandals who never knew the true value of the humble abode that I used to reside in. My old home, since being lived in by me and my family has since been abandoned by the family that we had entrusted the house to previously. Now the house just stays there, an eerie empty shell of what it used to be. A place where I was safe and happy, now a dark and scary place that no one deserves to live in, a place that humans have indeed used well, so well that there is nothing left of what it used to be. That image of the house was the last I saw it, back in 2010, It is possible now that the house had since been destroyed, with the memories that have been carved into the walls, fireplace, windows, closets, and bedrooms, are now nothing more but a blur of destroyed objects that will one day be removed, as people pass by the home that once was will never be able to see its clarity, but instead will only be able to see the blur of colors protruding from the exterior of the house, or perhaps the brown of the barn like doors, or the patches of green still rising from the dead grass that surrounds it, until eventually, it simply disappears completely invisible to the city that used it ever so

In this picture, Victorian style house stands alone in the field. A railroad track cuts through the foreground. There is a bare sky behind the house with no secondary objects in the immediate surroundings of the building. this enables us to keenly focus on the articulation of the building and its relationship with its environment.

A review of the house itself suggests that an architectural hierarchy of privacy increases level by level. At first, the house seems to foster romantic sensibilities; intrigued by its architectural connotations, the narrator embarks upon its description immediately--it is the house that she wants to "talk about" (Gilman 11). Together with its landscape, the house is a "most beautiful place" that stands "quite alone . . . well back from the road, quite three miles from the village" (Gilman 11). The estate's grounds, moreover, consist of "hedges and walls and gates that lock" (Gilman 11). As such, the house and its grounds are markedly depicted as mechanisms of confinement--ancestral places situated within a legacy of control and

houses. It is small and sort-of stuck in between the mansions, as if it had been

Suddenly the sky darkens and you hear the dreaded rumbling of an approaching storm. Rain begins to fall, starting slowly and quickly increasing in intensity.

Burnt homes, flipped cars, destroyed shops were scattered. The uncertainty that had left her earlier returned at full force as they seemed to move away from the populated area. After about another ten minutes of driving, they came to a stop. ‘At be twenty doll’rs the old cab grunted out. Liana gave the grumpy old man the money and exited the car with her things. In front of her stood a gloomy, run-down ill maintained two story house. The house looked abandoned as if it held no life. The doors and windows were covered in a thick layer of dust. The window panels look rotten and ready to fall off at the slightest hint of a strong wind, ivy cling to the outer wall of the house. The land surrounding the house was filled with unkempt undergrowth.Liana urged herself forward and came to a halt in front of the dirty covered door. Taking a deep breath she reached out and knocked on the

When the new owners began restoration on the home they went through the property, slowly combing through all the artifacts of a hidden life. At last they made their way to the garage. The facade was the worst of all the buildings. The roof barely left intact. A partially rotten wooden garage door was blocking the entrance. Upon opening the door, a sever stench overwhelmed the new occupants. The odor was that of death. The walls were a slight off white color. A rug partially covered the old dark wooden floors. A table, made of steel, sat in the middle of the room atop the rug. Cabinets lined one wall from ceiling to floor. In the cabinets the things that were found were startling.

Now the ramshackle dwelling is a place people say seeps dread. A spot where the sun isn’t quite as bright, the dust oppressive, and the teeming, yellowed weeds that camouflage its former glorious gardens are ragged and

bar, the parking lot, the rich people’s houses on top of the hill, maybe the entire town, suddenly

This is juxtaposed with the scene which features the Royal family’s reactions to the news of her death which presents them in a negative light. Her image is reinforced in the Royal families dialogue; Prince Phillip says, "What's she done now?" to which the Queen replies "You know what she's like", both implying their expectation of inappropriate behaviour. This challenges audiences to consider the conflicting perspectives of Diana and question their own memories.

The central theme of all Gothic novels is the presence and symbolism of the Gothic castle. Depiction of ruinous abbeys, monasteries, subterranean passages, vaults, secret panels, and the trapdoors is a standard method of achieving the atmosphere. Howells sees the Gothic castle as being ‘a shadowy world of ruins and twilight scenery lit up from time to time by lurid flashes of passion and violence ’(6). Therefore, the gloominess of the exterior and interior environment is illuminated by intense emotional and passionate moments of the characters that inhabit the castle. As Sage claims, the castle is ‘the lair of the villain’(166), and it is an accurate reflection of his dark and frightening character. Gloomy, dark, and dangerous, the castle reflects the emotions and psychological experience of many of the novel’s characters.

The floorboards creaked and groaned beneath me as I stumbled through the door to this house that sat on the edge of town. It had lain forlorn for at least a year now, a curtain of moss and debris littered the lawn and porch, the interior of the house was surprisingly in good shape, victorian-era furniture covered by a veil of dust sat by the grand fireplace, the kitchen still had appliances such as a stove, fridge, and microwave. In a place like this, you would think that someone would have broken in and took this stuff to sell or pawn. I walk slowly up the grand staircase, praying that the floorboards wouldn’t crumble beneath me as I trekked to the top. I finally reach the top and let out a sigh of relief, my breath fogs in front of me and

As the Sales Agent lead the way to the front porch, the house came into view. Built in 1924, it was a Spanish-style, single story, bluish-green bungalow with a large welcoming porch. Mr. Haydock unlocked the glass Mission-style, exterior entry door with a skeleton key and invited us to enter and look around. The house consisted of a living room, dining room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a mud-room with an entrance to the large backyard. Immediately recognizing the potential old-world charm of the dwelling, the house spoke to Evie’s heart, notwithstanding, every room in the house was painted a mocha shade of brown, with the exception of the yellow kitchen and a blue bedroom. A large mantle over a brick fireplace with a gas insert, flanked by a

…fallen down shacks and trashed out public housing, broken windows, dilapidated porches, barefoot kids with stringy hair, emaciated old women and men staring out

As Father Alexander led them to the front doors, Derek noticed odd carvings etched into the castle’s wood. Tiny people carrying