Post by DetectiveDupin on Jan 1, 2004 13:25:37 GMT -5
The Dire Denouement
Like Spinning Wheels, songs and hackneyed jokes, many things get boring after they become repetitive, a phase which here means, “after having to view, listen or interact with certain things again and again”. Although many things have a horrible affect of repetitiveness, just as many give you the same un-bored feeling every time they happen. Although I made hide in the smallest of places-fountains, underwater caves and maybe a bookshelf, it never makes me bored-just worried, lonely and horrified. As for the Baudelaire’s, they had encountered one thing so many times, you’d think they were used to it, but I know from my miserable and lonely life-that one never passes a burning building and think nothing of it. The Baudelaire orphans were even worse off this time-because they were in the building as it was set alight and the treacherous feeling of fire swirled around them.
Violet, the eldest Baudelaire grabbed her sister and pulled her back from a burning closet. Violet swore to her parents that she would keep her siblings safe from harm, and she would never ever give up on that promise. She thought to herself why they were here-in this burning room.
Klaus swerved from some curtains that had fallen-on fire. He landed on the wooden ground. He loved to read, and hoped he’d red something to get the out of the burning house. The house used to belong to a man named Jacques Snicket, who I wish I could bring back with all my heart, but now they were in it with two triplets and a man named Hector.
Sunny bit Violet’s hand lightly to alarm her about a burning bed that she was about to stumble on. Violet regained the energy and stayed away. Sunny’s teeth were very sharp and when Violet felt the sharp pain, she could see right away that Sunny needed her. Sunny was just getting the hang of speaking and could have told Violet with that, but the sound of all the fire was too much to speak over.
Isadora and Duncan, two triplets managed to reach Klaus and bring him to a safe corner, whilst Hector helped the two young Baudelaire women. They huddled up together in the burning home, until they managed to speak.
“What do we do?” Violet stuttered,” Is this it?” She surveyed around the room. She couldn’t see escape.
“We’ll find something,” Isadora said,” I’m sure.”
“Whatever we’re gonna find,” Violet said,” We need it now.”
“What we need to do,” Duncan declared,” Is use our hobbies together to escape. Mine and Klaus’s information, Sunny’s teeth, Isadora’s couplets and Violet’s inventing, we can all get out.”
Although they all like to believe teamwork was the best thing. It isn’t. I lived many years working as a team, and it left me alone, with no escape, from the dark room I’m in now. The Baudelaire’s and the Quagmires put their heads together, a phase which here means, “All thought of a plan to escape the burning house.” The didn’t have long, as the fire was coming at them, but Klaus soon gave them a head start, which is another phase that has nothing to do with whamming your head.
“Mud helps put out fire,” Klaus said.
“Yeah,” Violet said, not gathering what her sibling was saying.
“And there’s wet sticky mud outside the window,” Klaus said,” There’s no way we can fit through, but no to say we can’t get mud from it. We just need your inventing skills Violet.”
“Or do we?” Isadora said, and pointed at Sunny,” Not that Violet’s invention won’t work or anything, but Sunny can fit through.”
“We’re not going to dangle her out of a window!” Hector said. Hector had looked after the Baudelaire’s previously when they were in the Village Of Fowl Devotees.
“That’s where my inventions will come in,” Violet said. She grabbed some curtains that had stopped burning. She began unravelling the thread of it, so it was thinner, but not too delicate. She asked everyone to help and soon they were all around it, making a rope for Sunny to climb down. For once in the children’s young lives, they had a spell of luck, because it looked like the teamwork was going to work after all.
Like Spinning Wheels, songs and hackneyed jokes, many things get boring after they become repetitive, a phase which here means, “after having to view, listen or interact with certain things again and again”. Although many things have a horrible affect of repetitiveness, just as many give you the same un-bored feeling every time they happen. Although I made hide in the smallest of places-fountains, underwater caves and maybe a bookshelf, it never makes me bored-just worried, lonely and horrified. As for the Baudelaire’s, they had encountered one thing so many times, you’d think they were used to it, but I know from my miserable and lonely life-that one never passes a burning building and think nothing of it. The Baudelaire orphans were even worse off this time-because they were in the building as it was set alight and the treacherous feeling of fire swirled around them.
Violet, the eldest Baudelaire grabbed her sister and pulled her back from a burning closet. Violet swore to her parents that she would keep her siblings safe from harm, and she would never ever give up on that promise. She thought to herself why they were here-in this burning room.
Klaus swerved from some curtains that had fallen-on fire. He landed on the wooden ground. He loved to read, and hoped he’d red something to get the out of the burning house. The house used to belong to a man named Jacques Snicket, who I wish I could bring back with all my heart, but now they were in it with two triplets and a man named Hector.
Sunny bit Violet’s hand lightly to alarm her about a burning bed that she was about to stumble on. Violet regained the energy and stayed away. Sunny’s teeth were very sharp and when Violet felt the sharp pain, she could see right away that Sunny needed her. Sunny was just getting the hang of speaking and could have told Violet with that, but the sound of all the fire was too much to speak over.
Isadora and Duncan, two triplets managed to reach Klaus and bring him to a safe corner, whilst Hector helped the two young Baudelaire women. They huddled up together in the burning home, until they managed to speak.
“What do we do?” Violet stuttered,” Is this it?” She surveyed around the room. She couldn’t see escape.
“We’ll find something,” Isadora said,” I’m sure.”
“Whatever we’re gonna find,” Violet said,” We need it now.”
“What we need to do,” Duncan declared,” Is use our hobbies together to escape. Mine and Klaus’s information, Sunny’s teeth, Isadora’s couplets and Violet’s inventing, we can all get out.”
Although they all like to believe teamwork was the best thing. It isn’t. I lived many years working as a team, and it left me alone, with no escape, from the dark room I’m in now. The Baudelaire’s and the Quagmires put their heads together, a phase which here means, “All thought of a plan to escape the burning house.” The didn’t have long, as the fire was coming at them, but Klaus soon gave them a head start, which is another phase that has nothing to do with whamming your head.
“Mud helps put out fire,” Klaus said.
“Yeah,” Violet said, not gathering what her sibling was saying.
“And there’s wet sticky mud outside the window,” Klaus said,” There’s no way we can fit through, but no to say we can’t get mud from it. We just need your inventing skills Violet.”
“Or do we?” Isadora said, and pointed at Sunny,” Not that Violet’s invention won’t work or anything, but Sunny can fit through.”
“We’re not going to dangle her out of a window!” Hector said. Hector had looked after the Baudelaire’s previously when they were in the Village Of Fowl Devotees.
“That’s where my inventions will come in,” Violet said. She grabbed some curtains that had stopped burning. She began unravelling the thread of it, so it was thinner, but not too delicate. She asked everyone to help and soon they were all around it, making a rope for Sunny to climb down. For once in the children’s young lives, they had a spell of luck, because it looked like the teamwork was going to work after all.