AQOTWF #3

The warrior dragged the heavy sword which weighted its burden against the stone floor and his right hand. His voice of panic filled the empty halls and echoed back at him, as he choked out each and every cold spastic breath. His walk become short and wearily as he ventured down the dark dim halls, his vision blackening and his strength draining. The hemorrhage in his head throbbed and with each blow, saturated his brain in a dark dense fog, as the halls around him turned into an endless looping maze, drawing him closer to the darkness. But for each step he drew the weak lingering darkness strangulated him, as his eyes blanked and darted back and forth constantly looking over his shoulder for the darkness which crept behind him like a juggernaut, waiting to strike at his injuries. The warrior was lost, for he knew not why his group came into the maze, beside for the promise of treasure and fortune. He was confused, lost in thought and darkness. His legs collapsed below him before he dropped down, to sit amongst the cold desolate floor. The warrior gripped the heavy burden near him and drew in short deep breaths, the darkness moaning in the distance, scratching near his ear, causing trauma to his head. “What am I to do? No one told me how to fight IT. I don’t want to be here! This isn’t what the old man told me how it would be! I am alone! Alone to die! My FRIENDS left me to die! Not to help! The warriors gasped and choked, as the moaning began to grow louder. Nothing trained him to fight against the darkness. Nothing taught him to fight it. For it was a lost cause to fight DEMONS, they were never the same. As the darkness moaned even louder and drew closer to the warrior, preparing to strike at the warrior wearily heart. The warrior only smiled at the darkness as if he met his old friend.

AQOTWF 2

Expectation in life is always set high above us, influencing the way we act and the way we can recover from it. In the novel, “All Quiet on the Western Front” by Erich Maria Remarque, chapter two depicts how people’s expectations in events in people’s lives can metaphorically suffocate their perspectives of what they hope to see. Remarque uses the theme of drowning and water to imitate the sense of confusing from what they expected. “My thoughts become confused… It is a thick gruel, it suffocates.” (29). Paul and his classmate begin the war expecting the fight to be easy, but in the end they only became boys again, unable to cope with death and fighting. They feel trapped in and breathless due to the war which sweeps they away like a powerful wave of water.

DJAMR #4

A.N: I have no idea what I am doing.... Still next post is going to suck along with the rest of the other posts. But anyways I'm going to try and write a short story with the theme of inner evil and duality. Expect a lot of grammar errors and other things along with that... I really need to focus. "Cease and Desist!" The policeman stared somberly down at the protester who was hindered by the fog and the smoke. The drops of water racing down the thick strong plastic face guard as the protester, no older than his son, whom raised his knife dreadfully at the him, backing away mercifully into the dark ground. The policeman with a confidant and reasonable voice spoke loudly like a kid yelling: "I repeat! Cease and Desist!" "We have rights! You can't do this." The riot police made a grim face and shook his head in pain as he shuddered weakly inside, before lifting the long heavy metal rod and then began to strike savagely against the soft skull of the protester. The protester's body flung up and down against the weak pavement with each delicate blow. The protester body stood still as the policeman continued to strike and strike against the soft head with resistance. The blood splashed softly against the guard and raced slowly down. The policeman man eye's moved around in the mist lost for a moment as he breathed like a beast. While the blood rushed in the policeman's body filling his hunger for rage, and quenched his thirst for action, before reverting back into a clam state of relaxation, and sorrow. The policeman fell to his knees and looked at the protester in disbelief. Through the white smoke the policeman poked the body with a sense of curiosity and childlike sense. The water drops began to mist inside his helmet as the smoke moved around. The policeman stood up tall and proud before sheepishly speaking: "He'll be fine." The policeman stood with his strong pose and began to totter down the fogged street waving the heavy rod in the rain, ready to play again.

DJAMH #3

[A/n: I have not the slightest clue of what I am doing... So I decided to write a side story from one of the servant who worked for Jekyll. The servant will not have a name (adding to mysteries I guess.) Sorry this is rushed. The boy was recently hired, not knowing about the darkness which lingered at the top of the stairs. He walked softly on the long red burgundy stairs, carrying the silver tray between his slims fingers. The pigmentation on his skin drained slowly from his skin as he walked close to the top of the red stairs. The light which illuminated the stairs grew darker as the reach the top, striking fear and bring out sweat from the boy's soul. The boy reach the top of the stair, he glanced backward behind his shoulder, the floor below seemed ground which mortal walk upon. The boy took a deep gulp of air and walk towards the red baize door, holding the tray silver tray in his hands. As he reached the red baize door he knocked softly against the door. Only to hear the response of heavy breathing. The door did not move, only the noise of heavy breathing. The boy knocked harder on the strange entity. The door did move for the child. The boy frowned, confused by the action from the other side, and knocked even harder. The door opened only to get the door open with a slight crack with a monster peering back and a loose smile. The tray dropped hard and shatter on the red oak floor as the boy stumbled back and fell back to earth.

Jekyll and hyde 2

Dr. Jekyll sedulously slammed the heavy window down upon its dense brittle wooden frame, locking the window with the iron bolt, before struggling to move towards the cracked stained mirror in his room. With dark empty eyes he peered into the clarifying reflective mirror, and anatomical observed his face as the right side of his was being encumbered by darkness, flowing out of an eddy in his eye. The structure of his skull became jagged and smooth under his skin, as his stomach undulated and barred during his hellish transformation. Hyde peered back at him through the dark black moist fog, grinned menacingly back at Jekyll. He stepped out of the mirror and faced the scared doctor. He walked over to the hearth in the room, before blocking the light with the dark fog. “You’re not me Hyde! Get out of here you are not wanted.” “My dear Jekyll” sneered Hyde, “I am you? Can’t you accept that? You have to get past your insecurities and join me.” In a sharp response Jekyll sheepishly murmured “I shall not you demon; you are nothing but a sinister demon in my heart! Leave me be!” Hyde peered sinisterly at Jekyll with a callous look in his eyes, and morphed into the darkness around the room. Jekyll shudder in cold fear, as his heart slow down to a stop, and as his blood flowed cold and sluggish throughout his veins. “Dr. Jekyll, my dear friend, you have to accept the darkness as a friend not an enemy you can’t keep running away.” The darkness distinguished itself from the shadows and took a solid form, which then dispersed in a line of ash throughout the enclosed room. The dark essences of the ash climbed cruelly up the Doctors noise and diffused inside his lungs, flowing inside his veins warming his heart. The hearth in the room lit up, the darkness removed itself from the room and out of sight, hidden from the doctor.

Jekyell and Hyde #1

In Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde there is a motive on negative human emotions, like feelings of greed, and temptation. With these feelings there is often feelings of emptiness , or quasi monster feelings that make us strive for more and more, to attempt to fill up the empty spaces inside us, as we try to quench it with greed it, or to be prideful of our works which often leaves us prone to temptation to engulf more for our own self satisfaction, as to say “fill up our empty needs with false happiness”.

The door is a perfect metaphor for my point in which I’m trying to get across. Behind a close door we know nothing, but yet our curiosity sparks interest in which we want to know what lays dormant behind it. We are tempted to know and that feeling build and build until we feel empty and can only feel satisfied when our curiosity is lock away, but only for a short amount of time.

But when we don’t satisfy our own emptiness or monster like feelings that harbor inside us , it leads us to change. Our personality becomes more grotesque, our looks become “ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running” causing us to strive, lashing out on our greed. Mr. Hyde is an example of unbound greed or temptation, his physical features are one of a demon, the way he talks to Utterson is described as “hissing” or "savage" laugh. These similar features of a demon is perfect symbolism because the devil which is associated with the 7 deadly sins, tries to tempt us into one of them.

Wanted for act's against the church, and laws of science

After failed results for an experiment. Mr hyde went to the extreme.
To improve Mr.Hyde's result, the dissection was done again.