A Short Story : A Story Of A Childbird

She sat on the couch watching PBS and indulging in succulent grapes. Flickering across the screen, was an aardvark and his best friend, a bunny, named Buster; some may recognize this description of the amazing show called Arthur and you are the fortunate who have seen it. She was waiting for him to arrive home just like every other night. Her mom was in the kitchen and the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted from the open kitchen. Where was he?, she wondered, growing impatient like all eight year olds do. Soon car lights broke the darkness of the night and the dog collar was heard running towards the door. He walked in. Her dad always worked late, but when he was finally home, she ran to the man dressed in business attire and was lifted

Writing, as described by E.L. Doctorow, is an exploration. In her novel, Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott explores the writing process, providing her insight on stylistic, theoretical, and instructional points. These points are essential in the composure of a book and are prevalent in many literary works such as Tim O’Brien’s The Things they Carried. In his book, O’Brien relives his time on the frontlines of the Vietnam War, telling fictional stories of life before, during, and post war. The novels are tied together with O’Brien’s use of character development, dialogue, and design setting strategies as discussed in Bird by Bird.

Jeannette Walls was in a taxi wondering if she had been overdressed for the evening.She was stuck in traffic when she saw her mother Rose 15 feet away. Her mother had tied rags around her shoulder while a black and white terrier mix was beside her. When Rose looked up, Jeannette panicked and thought her mother would see her and shout her name and that someone from the party would spot them together. Jeannette immediately turned her taxi around and went home. She felt ashamed of herself because she was living this nice life,living in Park Avenue and wearing pearls.While her parents were probably huddled on a sidewalk keeping warm and finding something to eat. Jeannette called her mother's friend and left a message, this was the way she would

“Alisha wake up, we are here,” I whispered. When she didn’t wake up, I continued to pester her. “Come on, get up!” When I started to annoy her, she pushed me and told me to go away. As we all cleared out of the minivan, I was greeted by Judy, grandpa’s Scottish terrier. As I was petting her black fur, she was barking and jumping on my legs. When she ran over to Callie to receive a belly rub, I said hi to grandpa and gave him a hug. After getting settled in, my sisters and I decided to go to sleep because it was late and we’d have to help unpack the rest of our belongings in the

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

In the short story “The birds,”by Daphne du Maurice,the main character Nat Hocken repeatedly lied to his family because the children were too young to understand,the children needed to remain calm,and that the most important things to keep him and his family alive.

In Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird, she emphasizes how the little things, such as detail, should become the primary focal point to writing. I believe that the chapter titled Index Cards, played a big role on how to use detail in your notes. The chapter titled Character, stressed the way to inhibit such detail in your writing and how far you actually need to go with that detail. Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird and her large press on detail provided me with insight on how to help me ace my future essays.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

Their child growing up is a fear all parents must face. For Martin, this fear has an unusual reality in the short story, "The Cold Little Bird." Jonah, a young 10-year-old boy, has decided to grow up and isolate himself from his parents, Martin and Rachel. He pulls away from his parents in a cold yet reasonable way and insists he no longer loves them. He changes the dynamic of the family, and leaves Martin distraught. The author, Ben Marcus, leaves the reader with a heartfelt theme. The theme of change being painful is shown through the struggle Martin endures as he tries to deal with the adjustment his newly grown up son provides.

Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.

So lily had gone outside as all the other girls just sat there and whated for her to come back but she never did. 10 min had passed and she wasn't back everyone just thought that she was trying to get a fright out of everyone. But they all went searching for her anyway; when they went out nothing could have prepared them for what they saw. The footprints, they wear bloody and the footprints led in the the

A shrill cry echoed in the distance. That was very strange thing to be heard in the quiet apartment Annie lived in.Annie is a very quiet and lonely girl, yet she was also very curious and wanted to help anybody she could. Annie was just getting home from the grocery store. She heard the cry but didn’t think much of it. She got all her groceries up into her apartment and all put away. She decided she would walk down the hall a little and see where the cry came from. She stepped into the hallway and the floorboards creaked under her feet. She pulled the door until it clicked. She started walking down the hallway her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. She began quietly whistling to herself while rubbing her fingers up along the wall, making a slight scratching sound. She turned the corner to the 0600 hallway. She continued walking down the hall. She reached room 0684, when she heard the crying louder. She immediately stopped whistling and listened closely to the crying. She slowly and quietly put her ear up against the door. As she leaned closer to the door the floor beneath her creaked real loud and echoed through the hall. The crying had paused for only a second and began again. She grabbed the cold metal handle of the apartment door and turned the handle very slowly. As the door opened it creaked and squeaked throughout the quiet apartment. After Annie got the door completely propped open she noticed the lights glistening on the floor. She walked toward the glistening,

Slamming the door once inside, she heard the muffled sounds of her family throughout the house. She tore off her white trench coat, and threw it in front of the wash. She hoped that she would eventually be able to get that mud off the sleeve from the man touching her. It was quiet for a bit, until her family finally realized mom was home. That gave her a few minutes to scrutinize the object. She took it into the kitchen, where the light was

A little girl and a young boy play in a field, as the sky gets darker. The clouds are not covering up the sun, but instead there are hundreds of large birds. The birds start to fill up the sky, it is just full of the animals all shape, size and size. The children start to bolt to safety, but they are too late. The birds dive bomb the children like rain, tearing at their fragile skin. This is the picture that Daphne du Maurie painted in your mind and Alfred Hitchcock put on your screen. Daphne du Maurier's short story “The Birds” was written in 1952, which lead to the idea of the movie The Birds in 1963 by Alfred Hitchcock.