Silent Hill

himself; We must be next to the cemetery, there’s that same road we’d always encounter. He peered at the distracted students at that time when he entered the slim pathway with branches coated with leaves covering the path. The pathway lead to a steep hill as he tumbled down, a mixture of dirt and grass interlacing through his filthy brown hair. Striking a stone fortress with his left sides, injuring his rib as a slab of stone descended by his right. trapping him. “No, no, no, please!” He cried,…

darkness and as much as they try to escape from the darkness, it seems impossible. It’s like you’re running and you know where you want to go but instead of getting there the easiest way possible, you have to go up a mountain, down a hill, through tunnels and then back up a hill to get to your destination. The trek to happiness is harder than it seems for people suffering with depression. Since the 1950’s, treatment has…

Path of Destruction When the sun was shining, there was a breathtaking view of the lake and the mountains. The mountains were covered by picturesque trees, and the waves would be rolling freely with the wind. The boats are scattered across the lake, people fishing along the water, while tourists are taking photos. My eyes could see everything that was going on in the town below, on the lake, and even in the hotel pool located to the right of my hotel room. The lima bean shaped pool was filled…

Forgotten The wasteland I have washed up upon gives of a foul odor. Oh wait that's me I realize by painfully sliding my head across the small float that has supported me for days. I crawl onto the white hot sands I have washed upon, my kakis torn from the knee down and my shirt revealing more of my chest than it is covering. My extremely malnourished and dehydrated body lays upon the shores of the beach looking up he the seagulls circling above resembling vultures. The broken handcuffs rub on…

The most enriching experiences in Sydney, I felt, were the pensive bits of alone time spent in commute. Whether it be walking, traveling by charter, or public transit, it seemed as if watching the the environment in an isolated metal space is a comparative observation. It gave me time to think about miscellaneous spaces in regards to our purposeful destination. I often jotted down sporadic thoughts in commute, and I thought it would be interesting to take a contextualized look at my thoughts in…

A spark of hope filled my chest. We changed direction and went back the way we came from. After about 15 minutes, my uncle blurted out, “Wait, if we went back, wouldn’t it mean that it would take even longer!” Everyone went silent for a minute or two, silently agreeing with him. The adults were talking about the situation and why we couldn’t go back, but I wasn’t paying attention. While they were discussing, thoughts rushed through my head. How long will we be stuck here…

He describes “the beauty of the morning; silent, bare” implying a certain harmony with nature. Because of the early hour in the morning, the city’s mute existence is not yet influenced by the hustle and bustle of humanity. Next, he states in line six that he views “Ships, towers, domes, theaters…

One of them was Ivor Gurney, a poet and composer of songs. In his poem, “The Silent One”, he describes the heroism of soldiers and injects a powerful sense of realism. He also uses sound in his poem to make it alive, like “hearing bullets whizzing – And thought of music –” (14-15). Through these lines, the speaker is trying to show…

What is trust? In Sir Dalton and the Shadow Heart, it is a case of believing in the Prince and not doubting. If Sir Dalton had let the seed of doubt continue to grow, without Mr Sejus leading him back to the right path and killing the seed of doubt, he would still be cowering in a dark prison cell. However he overcame doubt and fear, gained his trust in the Prince, conquered Lord Drox, and freed the prisoners from their pit of darkness and despair, all because he trusted in the code and the…

apart from his ear to hear what he was hearing. Feeling that something was definitely approaching to the front door, he was terribly nervous now for different reason. His heart beated in the speed of light. After the footsteps and the voices went silent, he door lock was turned by a key. He dropped his telephone with a loud sound hitting the ground. Then the loud sound was followed by another loud sound of the front door. "bang!" There were Mr. and Mrs. Johnson standing. They seemed surprised…