This compliments perfectly the boy's imagination that he is "carrying his chalice safely through a throng of foes." when the boy enters the bazaar, he recognizes "a silence like that which pervades a church after a church service." This image makes the bazaar feel gloomy, like the boy doesn't really want to be there. He is undeterred and catches an empty train to reality. He finds Araby much like North Richmond Street, empty and dark with few people.
Just inside the entrance, cardboard cartons, clean and with their top flaps intact. With the silent fervor of a mute at a horse race, I willed him toward them. It was slow going. His collar was pulled so high that he appeared headless as he shuffled across the street like a man who must feel Earth with his toes to know that he walks there. Standing unselfconsciously in the white glare of an overhead light, he began to sort through the boxes, picking them up, one by one, inspecting tops, insides, flaps.
“Just Walk On By” Brent Staples the author of “Just Walk On By” begins with his first ever victim, a well dress, early twenties white woman walking down the street in Hyde Park. It was late at night and Brent and the woman was the only one on the street. To Brent walking down the lone street at night seem normal but to the woman it wasn’t. The woman looked over to Brent with a worried glance thinking that the six feet two inches youngest black man with a bread would hurt her. After a couple quick glimpses to Brent the woman picked up her pace and was soon running away for him.
Then when Poirot gets off the train and arrives at the hotel, and very quickly receives a letter summoning him back to London. Soon after he runs into his old friend M.Bouc who is the, director of compagnie Internationale des wagons lits, and offer to give him a ride back to London on the Orient Express. Once he gets on train he notices that there are so many people on the train and all very different in nationality, which for that time of year is very odd. Then at one point one of the passengers Mr. Rachett asks for his help and says that someone is threating him and asks for his help, Poirot not knowing many details obviously declines the offer and also asks to be moved to a different place on the train. That same night that Poirot refuses Mr. Ratchett’s offer he is murdered.
When the tea-table was carried 193 away a new being, a light, frail creature with tangled hair, dark lips, deep, lighted eyes, lay 194 back in the big chair in a kind of sweet languor, looking at the blaze. Rosemary lit a fresh 195 cigarette; it was time to begin. 196 197 "And when did you have your last meal?" she asked softly.
“BAAANNNGGG” He’s here. He slowly stomps to the door, I can hear him unlocking the padlocks and letting them drop to the hard, cold ground. His lips hold no colour and are sowed shut, He’s pale and weak looking. His legs are swollen, and his eyes glow like the moon at night. He’s getting me, “HELP” He calmly walked in, his eyes haven’t been took of me since he came in.
The Mirage-jah-jah-jah-jah-jah: By Wesley Hemmann Scene 1 (Vanessa is standing to the left of a closed traveler’s entrance, very still & quiet. A sign on a post to the right of the travelers opening reads “The Mirage”. The end of the sign has a small piece of cardboard taped onto it that reads “Jah-jah-jah-jah-jah”) Teagan and Bella come running in from USR and throw themselves at Vanessa’s feet, “dead”. Vanessa smiles very creepy-like, looks down at the girls and then to the audience. She opens up the curtain and the two girls quickly crawl through.
Making his way towards the living room, a cold shiver worked its way down his back and throughout his entire body and he was suddenly aware of the relaxing warmth and calm of his house. His glasses were heavy over his eyes and his limbs sagged. He was tired. Henry took his old leather bound novel from the table near the fireplace. The ribbon used to keep page, once a bright, vibrant red was now faded and worn to a dull purple.
Bespectacled, he occasionally pushed his spectacles to the back as a habit of adjustment. The boy had his concession card hung around his neck like most of the kids travelling on public transports. As the boy ran into the train compartment, he jumped around and left himself to dangle using the handles made for standing passengers. Swinging around, he forwards himself across the train similar to the monkey bar in a playground. As his sister lacks the strength to imitate his play, he laughed and threw a few sarcastic remarks at her.
In the short story Miss Webster’s boyfriend had recently died in a motorbike accident. The children were ‘blissfully unaware’ of this and when the morning of the funeral came and the boys arrived at school ‘Miss Webster wasn’t there.’ The children have no idea why Miss Webster wasn’t there. When Miss Webster finally arrives in school ‘she was dressed in a black frock, without any jewelry.’ This tells the reader