Montresor and Fortunato became exceptional friends over the years but began to realize the Noble's bizarre behavior of violent yelling, the decrease in meals, the gold coin came every so often and their home started to flood of rats with an unknown stench. The scent of rotten onions and sewage began to spew throughout their home. Fortunato was deranged with the careless actions of the Noble and began to rant to Montresor about the Noble's carelessness. On a breezy chilly morning, Fortunato and Montresor decide to question the Noble about the ongoing changes and crummy stability. But the Noble wailed with anger, that his speech became scrabbled and uncertain.
Those other wretches, how they bled and spewed, And one who would have drowned himself for good, — I try not to remember these things now. Let dread hark back for one word only: how Half-listening to that sentry's moans and jumps, And the wild chattering of his broken teeth, Renewed most horribly whenever crumps Pummelled the roof and slogged the air beneath — Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout "I see your lights!" But ours had long died
When I sat back down, shame and guilt came crashing down on me like a tonn of bricks. I would of rather taken my daddys' beatings that look Tom Robinson in the eyes as he was being dragged
Its not like being shot its way worse. ➢ Robert Ross was on the lines of the battle when the Germans used the flamethrower. ➢ Using the flamethrower also has an affect of the other soldiers who see there partners or team being burned. Just like Robert witnessed it. ➢ It causes them horror as they are seeing someone being burned to death in agony yelling about the pain they are in.
They stank and made the air smell rotten. “These two were made to suffer. Their wounds show days of torture.” He pointed to the x-rays, “If you look here, you can see their humerus bones are completely shattered along with their collar bones, but it was not done at the same time. Their bones were crushed over the course of about a week. On top of that, they had their lips cut off, and the wounds
Watching every day as the people say things to Hester like “At the very least they should put a hot iron on Hester’s head” and “[Hester] ought to die”(88) drives Dimmesdale mad. Dimmesdale begins to “trust no man as his friend. [Dimmesdale was] a man sore sick”(240). They see that at “the health of Mr. Dimmesdale had evidently begun to fail”(212), everyone in the town begins to notice. His physical deterioration is eventually so bad that “the
On July 21, 1861 we all lined up on the other side of the Confederate troop. Sweat was dripping down from my face and it smelled of terrible odor. Everyone was dirty and needed water by the time we had arrived there. Looking across the field, someone caught my eye that looked familiar, my brother was on the other side. Cursing under my breath and shaking my head I get ready to meet my fate.
1Y English12 CP 16 November 2012 Summer of Secrets Dear Paul Langan, I also had summer secrets that nobody knew about beside me and God. Crying hysterically and screaming at the top of my lungs, I am running from what is about to hit me and scar me for the rest of my life. Trapped in a corner curled up, I closed my eyes to dream about being expatriated to a safe environment. Not trying to come to reality to what is about to come rushing at me with full force. I can see the blood running down my arms, hands, and legs.
The creature’s wretched voice rang and rattled my ear, constantly. The deep grief, which this scene had at, first quickly gave way to rage and despair. My family was past, and I was standing; their assassin also was standing, and to distruct his existence I must drag out my weary existence. My first resolution was to quit life all together. I pondered the near impossible thoughts of suicide.
An arm that has been bent beyond my belief has happen right before me, and to see that it has been done on my arm only makes it worse. Although my initial reaction was delayed, it was triggered and soon after I started to cry my heart out in fear of what has happened to my right arm. Looking at my arm in such a dismantled position, I sat there not knowing what to do or how to explain the situation to my parents. I could only imagine their anger towards my clumsiness. Nothing but a waterfall of tears streamed down my face and blurred my