ending

I didnt know what to do or where to go. I decided to inspect my surrounding more, but quickly as the walls were closing in. I bent down and felt around the inside edges of the pit. My hands suddenly scraped against a rock jutting out of the wall. I decided it was my only chance, to hang on to the rock against the wall. Hopefully the walls would push back after they reached the center and I could climb back up. The walls were passing over me, the heat started to encase the entire pit and my plams started to sweat. As the walls reached the center they did not part and continue back to where they came, my biggest fear. My palms were completely covered in sweat now. Slipping, Slipping, Slipping, My hands let go of the rock and I fall, unable to understand any of my surrounding.

Mr. Poe all the way

Edgar Allen Poe's stories have always intrequed me. His word choice and creativness with his words is amazing, I like it how he had the ability to make someone sit there and try to figure out what a word, sentence, or even a whole story means. I don't think there is anyone on earth who actually knows the true meaning of every part of every one of Poe's stories

Poem reflection

I like "The First Snowfall" poem. The feeling around the poem was kind of dreary and dark but also had some light in away. The snow symbolizes death whitch made it kind of dark and gave it the romantic feeling. I do think it is kind of interesting how the snow symolizes such a dreary mood. I don't like snow very much because of the cold but it's interesting how it symbolizes bad things in some poems.