Why Do I Walk Alone On A Machete?

A saturday. Windy and Quiet in the town of ploriska, the sun was slowly going down and Janette was taking her dog out when suddenly she looks into the street and notices a figure about 20 feet away from her sitting there looking her direction. She was a little shook even tho it was at a great distance, she gets a little closer only to realize the figure looks just like Loren, in confusion she takes her dog in and runs to Candices yard, but she was not home. she runs back into the street but the figure was gone. She could not sleep, she was so curious to know what that figure was, who was it, why was it in the middle of the road?

The night was cold and with every gust of wind someone shivered. The stars were bright enough to light up the night even without the bright full moon in the sky. I was standing in my normal spot in a short alleyway with a line of five

The narrator describes, “And on his way he would see the cottages and homes with their dark windows, and it was not unequal to walking through a graveyard” (174). No one was outside interacting, they were all in their homes on their electronics. More specifically, it was always quiet and lonely on the streets at night. As the narrator mentions, “The street was silent and long and empty, with only his shadow…” (174).

but then I heard a rushing in bush next to me. My heart starts beating twice as fast, the sweat on my face felt like bullets. I make my way over to

You can feel the adrenaline thrusting through your veins as if a goliath was hammering your heart. The blood flowing to your brain causes you to have a crippling headache, the doors open to the lone darkness. The bright lights cause your sight to derail into an epileptic sprawl, the next time you open your eyes the man below is bleeding to death, gasping for any air or hope that might be left. He’s lost half his limbs and most of his blood, his bloody hand on your sleeve loses its strained grip and you seem him lose all faith in his soul. This man died in an accident caused from him not stopping for an incoming train, believing he could beat it.

The analogy of life, along with the obstacles that one must overcome in order to advance and to succeed is portrayed through the narrator’s experience with a dead deer in “Traveling through the Dark” by William Stafford. An interpretation of the title “Traveling through the Dark” is one’s outlook of life. Ultimately, humans are incapable of being all-knowing; living day by day without the ability to predict tomorrow. The dead deer on the edge of the road symbolizes unexpectancies in life, the speaker 's ability to make a critical decision when no one is watching allows the speaker to progress in the journey of life.

You had no idea where you are. After a few days of walking you finally find civilization and you figure out that you are about fifteen miles away from Funky State college. This time when you are walking and you see a shortcut you don’t take it, you just keep on the long route. You try to hitchhike but you have straps missing,

“I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” is a timeless song about heartbreak, anguish, sorrow, and loneliness. Written and performed in 1949 by Hank Williams Sr., this song tells the story of his troubled relationship with his first wife, Audrey Williams, and his struggle with alcoholism. Through the use of many rhetorical devices, this song resonates with audiences throughout the ages and causes them to empathize with Williams. His use of many rhetorical devices, combined with the poetic lyrics and the mournful melody, paints a picture of lost love and crippling loneliness. But two rhetorical devices in particular that convey his message of heartbreak and sorrow.

When you think of a zombie, what comes to mind? To most people a zombie is a cannibalistic creature that rises from the dead and is often linked with diseases. In the film Night of the Living Dead this is exactly what we get. The zombies are the main element of horror in this film and this is what holds our attention. Whereas in the film I Walked With a Zombie, the true terror is not being killed by zombies, but of becoming a zombie oneself.

Everyone has some darkness in our own lives, and these stories allow us to know that we don’t “battle alone.” Kate DiCamillo offers her own tale of darkness in her Newbery Speech, “We Do Not Battle Alone.” She tells a story about a back staircase in her childhood house in Philadelphia, PA. Her

Ever had a mental “fork in the road?” Of course you have. We all have those tough decisions to make at times. William Stafford’s “Traveling Through the Dark” is about one of those very instances. But there’s more to it than meets the eye.

No one sees me I am another lost wanderer. Like a sleepwalker dragged into this turmoil The whistle of the guard, The car horns, The roar of engines, Deafens me,

New England poet, Robert Frost is probably one of the most beloved and critically respected American poets. Two of Frost’s most successful poems, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “The Road Not Taken”, are notably alike in theme and tone. In the poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, Frost focuses mostly on the theme of nature, and how the speaker 's duties keep him from stopping and enjoying the beauty of nature. Even the horse gives his harness bells a little jingle as if he knows he is not supposed to be stopping. It is as if the horse too has a sense of duty.

In “The Road Not Taken” a traveler goes to the woods to find himself and make a decision based on self-reliance. The setting of the poem relays this overall message. Providing the mood of the poem, the setting of nature brings a tense feeling to “The Road Not Taken”. With yellow woods in the midst of the forest, the setting “combines a sense of wonder at the beauty of the natural world with a sense of frustration as the individual tries to find a place for himself within nature’s complexity” (“The Road Not Taken”). The setting is further evidence signifying the tense and meditative mood of the poem as well as in making choices.

In this poem, a man takes long walks at the darkest hours of the night. Frost tells us, “I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain-and back in rain. I have out walked the furthest city light.” So a man is walking alone at night with nothing distracting him.