Introduction

All the good days in the years, last night of January - I sat busy in my studying-
house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather and I could hear a few people outside, go
wheezing up and down, rubbing their hands upon their breasts, and wearing their
jackets tightly upon the pavement to warm them. The clocks had only just gone
ten, but it was quite dark already-it had not been light all night-and a light bulb
flickered spasmodically in the window of neighboring glasses, like a reaction of
Alkali metal upon the air.The black cat came, mourning at every single house,
and was alarming something was going to happen. To see the dingy cloud come
drooping down, obscuring everything like our destiny, one might have thought
(prophecy) that Sherlock lived hard by, and was being old sinners though his
wealth couldn’t save him from the hill. “In the end ….. We only regret the chances
we didn’t take , the relationships we were afraid to have, and the decisions we
waited too long to wait. Oh…. Too late”

The door of my bedroom was opening that I only forecasted upon my desk, who
in a lot of pressure cells beyond, was studying for the last exam, last touch. A
small light bulb,the clerk's brightness was so very much smaller that it looked like
one coal. But I couldn't replenish as I embedded my mind in my work.
"Why don't you sleep my son? " abruptly emanated from the corner of the doors.
It was the voice, obviously my mom, who was wearing her clothes unselfishly,
drowsiness was manifest in her eyes. "Yes, mom," I said. “Go, go to bed right
now!”,commend came with an irate voice. “Mom, wait a minute please ”, I replied
with a pitiful voice as I almost finished my Math-homeworks. “No,go right now”
No choice, the commendation is her signature and the obedience is mine. Mom,
mom, mom. What a beautiful word to cover her dictatorship. [No candy was
more delightful than she when I did a great thing, no sherbet-sweet was stricter
than her discipline. Oh… all for mine, all for mine.] (using as a Juxtaposition)

Straight forward to the bed, and full of pressure filled with my mind as the exam
was closer to take. Dog’s howling, fork’s yelping, water drops, striking clock
couldn’t replace my mind. Repeating, “Life isn’t finding shelter in the storm. It’s
about learning to dance in the rain.”by Sherrilyn Kenyon as I closed my eyes.
Bad Dream

What a doleful night! How anxious, how dismal, how long! There was an
inhospitable room in mine, of cold soot and hot dust. Footsteps were blended
with the howling of crows. Curiosity made me walk eagerly to find out the source
of the footsteps ,but at the same time the fear inside me flinched me from walking
to the directions where I thought the sound might be coming from. Reaching
down dreamily, I found myself in my garden, a level of place among the scattered
trees. The reddish sky above grew shiftly darker, and only a fews stars gloom; the
gaps between the trees and house, that have been vivid,but now grewing black
and mysterious.

Slowly, into the vast, walking through the tree, appearing in the ghostly silhouette
against the luminous of the red sky. I was tormented by a faint rustling close
by.At first I thought, it was just my imagination,whenever I stopped, there was
silence, apart from the breeze in the tree-tops. Then, when I moved on, again
there was nothing - or else I could see too much. The sudden sound of bat’s
murmuring and escaping, man’s crying out in pain from the darkness, threatened
my heart violently. Realization came with my sprint, hoping to find ways out, and
suddenly the regretful voice passed through the whole park; “Oh…What an ill-
fated life I have.”, my brain was literally frozen, covering my eyes with my hands
immediately and praying to god for forgiveness.

My heart beat quickly. A light but faint line began to emerge in the garden when I
gazed with the last courage.Presently the way to the home became visible, and I
halted again. The noiseless shadow haunted a dozen meters from me. A little
point of light shone away in the distance. To get to the home I should have to go
through the trees where I passed. No choice.