He spotted a ﬁgure at the side of the road with his thumb out. It was not a good night for hitchhiking. He must have been quite desperate to get where he was going. The doctor signaled and pulled over. ‘Where are you going?’ asked the doctor.
“I’m going to my aunt Jemima’s. That’s north”. The hitchhiker climbed in. He was young and had wild red hair and a thick beard.
‘Awful night, eh?” said the doctor.
‘Yes. Yes, it is.’
They drove on in silence for a short while. The BBC radio phone-in blaring out from the car’s speakers ﬁlled in for conversation. They listened to the radio and their own thoughts as they moved on.
The doctor tapped the steering wheel nervously. The hitchhiker stared at him in his scrubs and lab coat. His own parka and t-shirt looked scruffy
The radio show carried on as they drove. The hitchhiker shifted in his seat and stared out the windscreen.
‘Is there music we could listen to? It calms me down.’
The doctor said nothing.
Suddenly there was a news bulletin on the radio.
‘We are getting reports that a patient has escaped from a nearby psychiatric institution. The man is said to be psychopathic and has a history of murder.’
The hitchhiker jabbed a finger on the button on the radio panel. Tinny pop music blurted out from the speakers. The doctor stared at his passenger, his question unasked.
‘I hate the news.’ answered the hitchhiker. ‘It’s depressing.
They drove on. The rain pounded on the car.
‘What do you do for a living?’ asked the doctor.
The hitchhiker was quiet for a moment.
‘I’m a writer.’
‘Have you had anything published?’
‘No. I’m an undiscovered artist.’
‘What are you working on?’
‘I’m writing a novel. It’s about a serial killer.’
The doctor didn’t speak. He flicked the radio station back on.
They drove on through the storm down the snaking lanes.
An hour later. The storm still raging. The hitchhiker looked out the window.
Another news bulletin came over the radio.
‘We’re getting more information on the patient. His name is Simon Hughes. He escaped earlier this evening. He is extremely dangerous and completely unpredictable. He made his escape by changing from his hospital issued uniform into a doctor’s uniform and pretending to be one of the medical staff. He stole a car and drove off.’
The hitchhiker turned to the doctor.
‘What did you say your name was?’
‘ I never said my name.’
Panicked, the hitchhiker glanced down at the doctor’s feet and noticed something he hadn’t before.
A crumpled patient’s robe, and a knife.
They call him “The Woodsman”. A mysterious man, he is the guardian of the woods and any creature that stumbles into them. The Woodsman is a caring individual. This can easily be proved by all that he did to protect and guide one child, let alone all the children that he’s done the same for over the years. The Woodsman did so much to help and teach David through the short time that they were together, Although he was a somewhat daunting figure at first, he quickly proved himself as a trustworthy defender.
The Woodsman would do anything to guard David or any helpless child that might make the fatal mistake of entering his forest. He protected David from the creatures of his nightmares, particularly the loups, and provided David with food and shelter from his cottage in the woods. He proved to David just how much he cared not long after they met.: “You have nothing to fear from me, but there are other creatures that we both have reason to fear. Come now.” said The Woodsman (Page 61). As the night approached, David and the Woodsman retreated to the cottage, hurrying to escape the creatures of the night. They were caught by the Loups just outside the Woodman’s door, but the Woodsman held them off, even killing one to protect David (Page 67) as he retreated to safety in the cottage. This definitely proved that The Woodsman cared about David, and brought him closer to the boy. He continued to care for David in every way possible from then on.
The Woodsman had a very distinct appearance. It could have been his large, strong figure, his animal skin coat, or the shiny axe that he carried that made him stand out so much, but
he part of him that probably stood out the most though was probably how he was described in the book as “a part of the forest itself in human form” (Page 58). Though his appearance may have been somewhat frightening at first, and he looked as mysterious as he acted, David came to know the more-fatherly and protective side of him.
The Woodsman had many good qualities that he used to help and teach David. He was devoted and protective, and willing to sacrifice himself for David, a child he had barely just met. He was not only like a father, but also a teacher. “Rules and routines are good, but they must give you satisfaction.” said the Woodsman (Page 77) I think that the Woodsman is the most-fatherly figure in the book, caring for everything, even the trees of the forest, like family.
The blaring sirens stopped as Dave flicked a switch. His eyes followed Bryan as he made his way over to the crashed Lexus half swallowed by the forest beside the road.
The rancid scent of burnt rubber reached his nostrils. Bryan opened the door. For a moment the scene appeared a normal car crash, then he noticed a certain maroon stain. “Um, Dave,” said Bryan. “I don’t think this was an accident.” Dave approached as Bryan pulled the cardigan of the woman in the driver’s’ seat aside to reveal a scarlet gunshot wound in her chest. She had a short blonde bob and her head was lolled over onto her shoulder, almost as if she had fallen asleep. “Hmm.” said Dave.
“Do you think he killed her?.” Dave said. “I wouldn’t make any assumptions until we find the weapon,” said Bryan. “It’s right there!” said Dave. Bryan looked where Dave’s finger pointed. Towards the man in the passenger seat, He had curly brown hair and was wearing a t-shirt and khaki shorts. Sure enough, there it was, sitting on the man’s lap. “I guess that would pretty much settle it,” said Bryan “But we’ll give the weapon to forensics anyway.” Bryan said. “Okay,” said Dave, “You drive it back, I’ll keep looking for clues.”
250 years in the future, the world has been ravaged by climate change and humans find themselves living in large bubbles or “isolates”. However, scientists have had trouble finding a way to simulate winter…
She bounded up the stairs to her complex, trying to escape the steady pitter-patter of rain on the concrete behind her. She was soaked, shivering and grumpy. “I’m sick of this” she muttered to herself, as she dripped all over the shiny, white linoleum floor of the lobby on her way to the elevator.
She slammed her hand on the elevator button and let out a long, exasperated sigh. How much longer could this last? Fall had been a solid six-and-a-half months by now. Why couldn’t summer come again? Out of the three season simulations, It was the best. She was brought out of her thoughts by the “Ding!” of the elevator button. Walking down the harshly lit hallway towards her apartment, she contemplated why anyone would want a “winter” in the first place. Four and a half months of freezing cold weather. What’s the point? She fumbled in her pocket for the key to her apartment. She came across an old, crumpled receipt and a gum wrapper before her fingers grasped the cold, jagged edge of the key. As she struggled with the key, she heard a sad voice speak from behind her, “Hi.”
- My name is Jesus Madrigon. I am the son of Joe Madrigon. I am 32 years old, and I am the author of the bestselling book “The War Over Beans”. As I stood in my hometown, where my father’s legacy began, I noticed that something was missing, the usual liveliness of Milagro was gone, replaced with a deafening, unbearable silence. Standing in my childhood home, a dozen people talking to me faster than a hummingbird beats its wings, I am overwhelmed with grief as all noise is drained from the room around me. As the news of my father’s passing sinks in, I am stricken with grief, however, hearing that my town is starving due to a lack of crops is even more crushing. I won’t stand to let my town crumble. I won’t stand to let my father’s legacy die. Something must be done about this.
- The next morning, I wake up to my distressed mother knocking desperately on the door of my childhood room. I dress myself and go for breakfast. As I enter the kitchen for a measly breakfast of an apple and a shred of toast, I look out the window onto my father’s farm. It’s changed drastically since when I was last here. It’s been expanded to grow more crops from orange trees to avocado bushes; each one looking about as dead as a dodo bird. “His crops may die but his reputation can’t, ” Whispers my mother”; her voice hoarse from crying.”I know.” I respond. “You weren’t here last night.” I acknowledged. “I know” said my mother, “I tried to talk some sense into this town, but every citizen is as stubborn as a mule.” “It’s almost as if they think they don’t need food to live.” She pulled up her dress to reveal a large bruise on her leg. “Beatrice threw a rock at me,” she winced. “Amarante must have something to say about this”, I stormed, slamming the door behind me, a half-eaten apple in hand.
- I’m sitting on a bale of hay in front of Amarante as he tells me the tale of Suntuan, an old neighbouring town that was abandoned when most of its citizens died of hunger. ”How does this help me?”, I ask, puzzled. “Give it time”, Amarante states in his usual mysterious way. Some people like to go for walks in nature to clear their minds. I am the opposite. I get my best ideas in nature surrounded by plants and wildlife, listening to the sounds of nearby streams and the chirping of the birds. Sitting on a mossy rock, surrounded by trees, I leap to my feet. “Amarante, you’re a genius!”, I exclaim. And so, we arranged a town story night.
They strode towards the huge wooden doors to the kitchen, hand in hand, striding at the same pace. The previous night had been wonderful, just Matt and Maria, camping together at the oasis. Having a wonderful picnic dinner, sleeping under the stars, and waking up to a beautiful, clear, sunny day in the land of Opium. He had always wanted to show her the oasis, but before, he would have felt like he was betraying Tam Lin. After El Patron’s funeral, Matt was the only person alive who knew about the oasis; except maybe Daft Donald. Even if Daft Donald did know about the oasis, Matt would never know.
Maria and Matt reached to touch the door handle at the same time, their hands brushing against each other. He felt the cold metal band of the engagement ring on her finger. Matt opened the door to find Chacho, Fidelito, Ton-Ton, Daft Donald, and Mr Ortega sitting, heads bowed, with their faces in their hands, around a bashed up wooden table. None of them noticed Matt and Maria enter. He noted that Celia wasn’t with them
.“What’s wrong?” Maria inquired. “Why are you all so solemn?” They all jumped a little, Fidelito uttering a small squeak. Even though they were all in their mid-twenties, Fidelito was still jumpy sometimes. They all looked up fearfully at Matt.
“What is it?” Questioned Matt, “ “Why do you all look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Continue reading
Induction Scenes I and II
In the induction, we meet a drunk beggar named Christopher Sly, who is arguing with the Hostess of an Alehouse over glassware he has broken in his drunken state. Sly leaves but soon passes out, where he is discovered by a lord returning from the hunt. This lord decides to have a bout of fun and orders his servants to take Sly back to his house and treat him as if he were the lord: put him to bed, place rings on his fingers and prepare a banquet for him. The confusion that follows not only provides excellent comedy, but also introduces important topics in the play: the roles of class, gender, and marital status (normally set in stone) in the play become matters of appearance and perception.
Antz has a very interesting mix of feelings when it comes to how the ants react to how the colony is run. It is also how they feel about living under the rules of the government system of the colony. I think the creators of Antz are implying that the main character (Zee) is not happy with his position in life and how his colony is being run. He wants to change things but he doesn’t have the courage or the heart. He also wants to have a purpose, but other ants keep putting him down in saying that he is completely insignificant. He goes to this therapist thinking that he’ll get some understanding but he gets the same answer from the therapist. I predict that, eventually, with the help of his friends, or at least other ants that agree with him, they will go up against the antagonists (the general and his colonel) to try and change the way the colony is being run. I think this will happen because I think that this character (Zee) is underestimating himself and can become stronger once he finds a motive.