The ancient door creaked open as if it had never been opened for a thousand years. I looked around me for any sign of life but to my disappointment there was none around

GCSE English

English Project

‘The Listeners’

MY TOPIC:

Imagine that when the traveler knocks on

the door repeatedly, there is an

unexpected creak and the door opens. The

traveler walks in slowly. What does he see?

What does he do? Does he solve the

mystery of the dark house in the forest? Or

does the mystery deepen…

THIS IS NOT A MOVIE UR WRITHING SCREEN PLAY FOR “KYO KI SAAS KI KABHI BAHOO THI”

THE LISTENERS

Is there anybody there?” said the Traveler,
    Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
    Of the forest’s ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
    Above the traveler’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
    “Is there anybody there?” he said.
But no one descended to the Traveler;
    No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
    where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
    That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
    To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
    That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
    By the lonely Traveler’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
    Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
    ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote the door, even
    Louder, and lifted his head: —
“Tell them I came, and no one answered,
    That I kept my word,” he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
    Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
    From the one man left awake:
Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
    And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
    When the plunging hoofs were gone.

BY WALTER DE LA MARE

This is a preview of the whole essay

BY WALTER DE LA MARE

…the ancient door creaked open as if it had never been opened for a thousand years. I looked around me for any sign of life but to my disappointment there was none around. This abandoned castle seemed to be my only means of relief. I hesitantly crept inside the prehistoric fortress which seemed to moan like a hungry lion. The insides of the castle were dim, dark and dreary. Dust covered every inch of the floor like a thick blanket. The place didn’t seem like it had ever been lived in but I could feel a very strange presence. It felt as though someone was watching my every move. It felt eerie and uncomfortable. There was complete silence around me but I could feel someone steadily breathing down my neck. (does not sound right decide, what do u want to emphasize silence or the breathing). I kept looking around me and just waiting for someone or something to startle me as soon as possible because the silent tension was eating me alive (do not use lines from song, though your teachers don’t listen to Limp Bizkit “tearing my nerves apart” is better). There were a number of rooms on each side of me like a never ending path(cut that out). I had to kill time as there was nothing else I had left to do so I decided to make the best of a bad situation and explore my new home(cut the sentence out). My each step through the corridor triggered doors behind me to slam shut. I wasn’t alone…definitely not alone. (GO JOIN THE FILM INDUSTRY, very movie-ish do something.)

I could hear voices all around me but every time I tried to follow them I’d just end up staring into the silence and cocking my ear to pick up any other sound possible. I had never been a big believer of ghosts. I wound up at the door of this ancient castle as I was a traveler. (your dreaming here, two completely different points back to back)

Three years ago I had been in a terrible accident in which both my wife and children had been killed. No one had ever seemed to even notice my existence after that day and I had slowly drifted away from any human contact. I had wandered these forlorn woods ever since then. I had not seen a person or even made contact with a person since that horrifying day.(in the start you said you were looking for life and you were disappointed not to find it, don’t worry your teacher will not notice it) Other extremely strange things would happen at night in that old, lonely castle. I would see a little boy walking around and he would speak of his mother and father and how they said that the castle was haunted and that they were making plans of leaving and never returning again but I had never actually seen his parents. I always found it extremely weird when this boy appeared in front of me and every time I had tried to speak with him, he would scurry of like a scared rabbit. I’d convince myself that he was probably an urchin (sick word. Wag bone, gypsy is better) child who had no where else to go and thus sheltered himself in this abandoned castle just like me, but other extremely things started to make me dreadfully uneasy. In the middle of the night I would hear the piano playing melodious, soothing songs and I could actually see the keys moving smoothly along the piano but there would be no pianist. Then suddenly it would just drop to a dead silence and I would hear foot steps and the door banging shut. I wasn’t sure about what to do. I knew I couldn’t leave this place as I had no where else to go so I decided to get to the bottom of the baffling mystery of the old house. I had seen the boy a couple of times after and he had told me his name was Victor. I had only caught a few glances of him as he would always be darting in and out of the rooms and explaining that it was because his parents would get angry if they’d hear him talking to me. He must have been round the bend…suffering from an illness I assumed and left it at that. I was not scared…just very confused about what was happening. Could it have been pranksters (are you sure of the use of this word, too slang-ish) or ghosts? I wasn’t quite sure what an abandoned castle was doing in the middle of the woods. But, I had no one to discuss this issue with. My story is one with a totally twisted turn of situations. My mystery was finally solved on a bitter winter’s night. I was simply sitting on one of the comfortable arm chairs, soaking in the beautiful, peaceful silence when suddenly a man simply appeared out of mid air right in front of my eyes! I had no time to even ask what was going on as the man began reciting words which seemed to have been read from the bible or a gospel of some sort. He kept repeating the words “Leave and never return…find your peace and do not dwell here...” I was totally (you aren’t talking to you bitch, cut this word out) confused. The man looked like a priest of some kind. I could tell by his black robes and the cross which he was wildly jerking in the air while reciting these alien words. I couldn’t understand anything and my mind was a complete blank and then suddenly it came flashing in front of my eyes like a film that was being played back. I could see it now…it was so clear in front of me. I could see my wife and children…we were leaving the house for the picnic which we had planned to go the same day of the accident. It was a beautiful summer day with birds chirping in the leafy trees which surrounded our comfy cabin. I could feel my wife’s warm, tender smile and the touch of her hand which was pressed on mine. I could hear the cheery chatter of my children behind me but then suddenly, it all came crashing down and day quickly turned to night. We were swiftly speeding along the winding road and suddenly a great outburst of pain…I at once figured out the entire puzzle. I was the one that had been killed in the accident. I remember taking my last breaths while being rushed to the hospital and after that every thing seemed extremely blank…like the last 3 years had just vanished and I couldn’t recall a thing. I couldn’t believe what truth I had uncovered…it didn’t seem real…it seemed like a dream. Everything seemed clear to me now and it seemed like all my unanswered questions had been answered at one time. I was the ghost that was haunting that castle and frightening the family that was living there…but I couldn’t see them…and they could not see me as we were both in two separate worlds with no contact. I moved away from the priest that sustained to read deafeningly and his words echoed through the creaky house. I kept advancing backwards…further and further away from the alien tongue until I was faced with a white light…I was swallowed by it and I reached total ecstasy.

Ok lot of shit!

Please stop using slang’s and all those dillos

Do not using things like don’t (its incorrect in essays you can only use them in direct speech)

And all numbers have to be in word form and not in digit form.

Overall the idea is nice and everything but you need to read to improve.

Main thing:

Never have a essay which is more than 1500 words describing only one day. You have too much detail so if you cut down on the detail you can make it into 2-3 days. Ideally you should have 500 words per day. And don’t (I mean do not) describe each and every breath you take.

Ok all the best for MODY TELEFILSM: youll be good at screen play coz I can understand ur trying to produce tht vivid description but its not flow too much. (use books to build English, not movies).

Remember

Your not alone….definitely not alone. (lol)