The Dark Tunnel

characters and plot. However, the two differ in many ways with regard to visual imagery and delivery. For example, the film adaptation begins with an insert of a poster warning of execution if one is caught “interfering with the railroad bridges, tunnels, or trains.” In the story, a soldier comes up to Peyton Farquhar and his wife to deliver this very message. Another difference is not as explicit, but comes when Farquhar is in the water and the row of soldiers all fire at him at the same time.…

My heart beat is only growing more rapidly with every painstaking step that I take. Just when it seems that I can’t run any longer, I see a light. With a new burst of energy, I rush towards it. I come to discover I’ve been running in a tunnel. A really long tunnel by the feeling in my lungs. It’s made of stone with a rounded roof. It’s moss covered and moldy smelling and it’s… vibrating? Yes, vibrating. The something is still chasing…

Hopes, dreams, and goals; we all have them, but how do they push us to do more? This paper will be using three articles The Secret of Life by Walter Mitty, How We Lose Hope and How to Get it Back, and The Wills and Ways of Hope. These will demonstrate how hope can drive one to move forward by providing something to work toward. Hope and dreams allow people to feel like they have something important to work toward and goals provide specific objectives to get there. Hope can keep you alive in the…

pedestrian zones, having benches, weather protection and integrated vertical connections giving a fantastic landscape. (Snohetta, 2013) On the other hand, Hisingbron Brigde will be using the steel on the underside face of the bridge, where it will be in a dark toned lacquered steel, giving a reflecting surface that will mirror the city, river and the passing boats in a fantastic, exciting and expressive way. Finally, the concrete material will be used to carry out the whole superstructure,…

subway station. I purchase my ticket at the automated kiosk and proceed to rails to wait for the next train. Like every game day in Chicago, the subway tunnels are filled with business men, tourists, the crazy fanatics, and some very talented musicians preforming trying to make money for some dinner later. Their music echoes through the tunnels and makes everyone tap their feet. The train approaches and comes to a screeching halt, and I move toward the sliding doors of the train with everyone…

in my body start the disappear out of existence. The next thing I knew I was falling through a dark tunnel. Pitch black and forever falling until I was faced up on a solid material. Looking up I saw a dark sky filled with plumes of smoke. The sound of people screaming, babies crying, and sudden loud explosions. Still dizzy, I gazed up to see a volcano with light red molten falling down the side of the dark rock, houses are into flames. A sudden thought popped into my mind, "am I in Pompeii." My…

world I 'm playing in and more about what I am as a person. From this game I concluded that about one million people are sadist animals and about two million, including myself, are masochistic. Now let me explain why. There is a game series called Dark Souls and Bloodborne created by a Japanese company called FromSoft. This series is notorious for its difficulty; the back of the game box even says to “Prepare to Die”. For the older folks out there, who don’t play games anymore; take Contra and…

and very colorful minnow-like fish, that dart back and forth in unison. Another contains a fish with ruffles around its entire body, which makes it look more like a clump of seaweed that a fish. Another tank contains long-pale fish that have made tunnels in the few inches of pebbles than line the bottom of their tank, and hide in them, sticking their heads out for a few seconds at a time, before slithering back down. There are so many tanks that something new is noticed every time someone walks…

“I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.” (page 213). The tunnel is a metaphor of Charlie’s passage from adolescence to adulthood, from a wallflower to active teenager, from loner to loyal friend. In the…

down a rickety wooden ladder into a tunnel. “Where does this go?” Seth asked Twist. Twist adjusted his glasses then switched on a flashlight. “I not sure.” The stone tunnel was filled with ancient Shamshir Swords covered in cobwebs. Complex knots of pulleys and ropes, and old leather steamer trunks. Seth grabbed my arm. “Wait.” I froze, midway through a stride. My foot still in the air. “Why? What's wrong?” His dark eyes darted to the end the dank tunnel. “Just a feeling that’s all. Be…