All was black, there was not a person in sight. All the excitement from the party had gone, turned to a long boring walk to that place we call home. The road looked a lot more narrower. The walls in the alleys looked like they were closing in on me. Must be the liquor kicking in. with all this alcohol inside me I’m not even sure I’m going to make it home.
The moon was big and bright. It looked rather big for something so far into space. Streetlights flickering like a burning out candle. The wind singing. It was like something from a horror movie.
Somehow, I didn’t feel like I was alone but yet the busy road was so quite that not a single car went past. Time had never gone so slow. The trees looked like they had a life of their own, dark brown trunks with dark green leaves. Some of them seemed like they had their own eyes, watching my every movement. My eyes caught a light. It was a car.
A black car with blacked out windows. It pulled over slowly and someone was opening the windows. It was so dark I couldn’t see the mans face very well. He had dark brown eyes and black hair.
He was wearing a white coat smoking a cigarette. He offered me a ride to were ever I was going but I didn’t trust him. His voice was so calm and quiet it tickled my ears. I told him I was okay and that I was close to my house yet I was so far. I had a feeling I hold have taken that ride. My heart was telling me no but my brain was telling me yes.
The Essay on The Ministers Black Veil
In Nathaniel Hawthornes The Ministers Black Veil, the author chooses to mask the character of the minister with the black veil to construct an allegory that would compare sin concocted by imagination with unrecognized sin of ones self. The story The Ministers Black Veil is symbolic of the hidden sins that we hide and separate ourselves from the ones we love most. In wearing the veil, Hooper ...
It didn’t seem right because he was a total stranger to me. So the walk carried on. I heard sounds yet there was no one anywhere around me. I had three shadows but the question was were they all mine? Or maybe I was just too drunk. Maybe it was just my mind playing games with me. I had got halfway home.
The smell from the chip shop was calling and teasing me. If only God had blessed me with the money and time. Everything was so peaceful for a moment. I heard a voice and the sound of feet dragging across the hard floor. I wanted to look back but fear struck me like lightning. The feeling of being alone was so much better than this.
The temptation to look back was growing stronger. I could resist. It was like my flesh was burning from desire to know. The sound touched my ears again.
It was tormenting me. I had to be brave. I turned my head back slowly. It was nothing. A smile so big grew on my face. I was relieved and at the same time worried.
It was so real. Why everything was happening so weird and slow was unexplainable. I carried on. I watched the road more carefully now, looking twice at everything I was doing. This road I had walked so many times had never been this long and queer.
This was not the first time I had been drunk. This was worse. My whole body felt like it was breaking apart. My legs were aching. The soles of my shoe wee biting into my feet. My legs and arms felt so stiff and brittle, frozen by the harsh cold hearted winds.
Very close I got. My house was only around the corner and just the thought of that brought warmth to my heart. Safety was soon there. The joy was there but I still felt like I wasn’t alone. A shadow crept behind me. I heard it again.
The same sound from last time but only this time it was louder. It felt like whoever or whatever it was, was right behind me. This time I didn’t hesitate to look back. Again there was nothing. I didn’t trust my feelings anymore.
Was I awake or was this all some sort of dream or nightmare. It was so real and confusing. I had to get home soon. I started jogging. I would have ran if I had the energy to. The houses looked somehow different.
I got by my front lawn with the cold wet grass brushing across my shoes. I had made it. I was home. I put the key in the hole and turned. The door crept open. I turned on the light.
The Essay on The Speech the Graduates Didn’t Hear
Neusner has presented support for his thesis with both logical and emotional elements, and the emotional elements help to persuade. Some of the author’s stronger arguments include, even thought students come to class late, are lazy, and are rude, the faculty stay calm and helps students to solve problems. For example, if students came late the faculty pretends like they do not care. Despite ...
Everything was different. There was not one piece of our furniture and the floor had blood stains. I ran upstairs and went to my room. I opened the door.
Before I even put the lights on I saw him. It was the man from the car.
