Metal Trap Door Analysis

the screams of pain, the pangs of hunger, and merciless evil. The novel recounts the

“This experience is much harder, and weirder, to describe than extreme fear or terror, most people know what it is like to be seriously afraid. If they haven’t felt it themselves, they’ve at least seen a movie, or read a book, or talked to a frightened friend – they can at least imagine it. But explaining what I’ve come to call ‘disorganization’ is a different challenge altogether. Consciousness gradually loses its coherence, one’s center gives away. The center cannot hold. The ‘me’ becomes a haze, and the solid center from which one experiences reality breaks up like a bad radio signal. (Saks, p. 13)”

This deeply contrast what is felt in chapter one because words are now used to convey an unsafe, loud, and unpleasant mood, and an image of the characters being in harm’s way is portrayed. In chapter one, words such as “far off”, “little”, and “immediately” exude an image and scene of safety, that the characters are aware of the dangers of their environment, yet are unaffected. The angry sounds of the men are described as being distant, and the loud and distracting rustling of the leaves die down quickly, thus this use of imagery through word choice displays the mood of safety. Opposing this, in chapter six, words such as “sounded”, “much closer”, and “crashing” create this mood of unsafeness, peril, and disharmony. In this chapter, the distant shouts of men becomes not so distant, and the quiet and brief rustling of leaves is rather drawn out and

At this moment the children were for a few seconds in very great danger... the whole of that vile rabble came sweeping off the hilltop and down the slope right past their hiding-place. They felt the specters goes by them like a cold wind and they felt the ground shake beneath them under the galloping feet of the Minotaurs; and overhead there went a flurry of foul wings and a blackness of vultures and giant bats. (Lewis, 171-172)

It has been almost a month since I have last documented. After we left Independence Rock we were off to the South Pass. It was the harshest part of the trip so far, and we all learned how important water is and how we should not take it for granted. All the way to South Pass it was all sand and no shade. It was scorching hot and, on some days, got to or went over 100 degrees. After about a week and a half we got to South Pass, and then started our journey up the Rocky Mountains.

fear throughout the story. The narrator says, “...-Oh! For a voice to speak! -oh! any horror but

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief--oh, no!--it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night . . . the terrors distracted me. (122)

Have you done the safety pin game? Everyone gets a safety pin with a ribbon bow on it. During the shower you can't cross anything: legs, arms, ankles. . . nothing. If you get caught then the person that sees them can take the bow. At the end of the shower the person with the most Safety pins wins!

The screams of the wounded and dying were near deafening, something Perceval had never experienced before. In his past battle encounters, he observed that men often met death quietly, sometimes, with soft moans of pain, other times, they called out for their wives or mothers. But these shrieks of agony were like nothing he'd ever heard; it was as if Morgane had purposely amplified the sounds as a weapon to create more chaos and instill greater fear in Arthur’s men.

A stranger stabs a man repeatedly in the face and neck as he rides the rush hour train to work, a man’s parachute fails, an infant boy quietly dies in his sleep. This never-ending parade, this supporting cast that comes and goes and on-and-on; this ceaseless, synchronous choir marching and singing solemnly in the echoing expanse of nothingness.

Symbols has been appeared in human history since stone age, from the use of symbol to communicate to the use as royal and aristocrat, symbol has carried different meaning or cultural spirit at different periods. Symbols has been used widely in Celtic Art Period and Art Deco Period, they are not only for decoration but also reflect the cultural life. Although symbols are key elements in these two period, Celtic Art is not as popular as Art Deco among the design history and influences to nowadays.

The silence ate at his sanity as he sat in the darkest part of the house, alone; waiting, hoping, praying for the danger to pass. Henry didn't dare move. He remained still, sitting there for hours upon hours waiting for the all clear. It had been so painfully long, he wasn't sure if it was ever coming. For all he knew, this could be the real deal. The nuclear weapons could be soaring through the air right at this very second, and in minutes he could be dead from impact, and even if he managed to survive the blast, the radiation from the bomb would certainly kill him. And worst of all, he had no idea. But he wasn’t scared. No. For fifteen years of his life, he’d gone through these drills, and never once was a bomb launched. But this time, something

Edgar Allan Poe is considered to be the father of the short story by many. Over the course of his life, he wrote hundreds of short stories and poems. His writing style is unique and influenced by the tragedies that occurred over the course of his life. In fact, he is most well known for writing morbid stories and gruesome, dismal poems. Indeed his writing habits were heavily influenced by his life. His life was full of depression, angst, and woe. Many of the people he cared for fell victim to deadly plagues and diseases. To cope with this pain, Edgar Allan Poe sought comfort in the bottom of a bottle. In his times of depression he would drink heavily and become sick for days at a time. In between his

The plausibility of the two creatures affects the terror the reader experiences. The narrator of “The Horla” and William Harker both note

Harold had lived in the same apartment with his wife Sandra for fifteen years. For fifteen years he heard the sirens scream by his window on their way to the hospital across the street. The wailing, howling lilt coming from miles away growing louder and louder, impossibly louder as it reached their window and made the turn around the opposite corner. Anywhere you lived in that city you would hear sirens. They just heard it louder, and more often. It didn't even mean anything anymore, except that they had to turn the t.v. up a moment, or pause in their conversations. It never occurred to them anymore that it meant someone was hurt, or dying, or dead. It was just another sound. Like truck brakes, or impatient horns, or squeals of teenagers that often sounded like they were being strangled.