A Short Story : A Story?

After deciding to rent the house, John suggests that Kate stay in the large upstairs bedroom. She would much rather stay in the pretty room, but she always obeys her husband. She is still spooked by the house and starts to secretly write in a journal to relieve her mind. She writes about the house in her journal, but mostly about the walls in her bedroom. She finds the yellow wallpaper that covers her room very disturbing, yet interesting. She describes of the wallpaper’s “rings and things in the walls”, “lame uncertain curves”, and “outrageous angles.” She even notices that the wallpaper is “torn off in spots,” accusing that the children must have had “perseverance as well as hatred” (Gilman

“Lydia, let me get dressed. I will wear the white and golden dress. Can you just wait for me?” asked Elizabeth.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

A gold chain extending to an enlarged key glitters around her neck, distinctive as a physical characteristic. Whereas the younger girl is blonde with a tinge of strawberry colouring throughout her soft spirals, complemented by compellingly blue eyes. Similarly, they have uncommonly long eyelashes in addition to, a whisper of freckles sporadically placed over the bridge of their nose.

A few minutes later Naomi notice an object in her pajamas. She held the ring firmly and examined it. The outer layer is made pure gold. On the top has a rare gem that aluminate-brightly in different

Claira turned to face Anne, and then started, “Anne! What are you doing out here? Come quickly. We will run around to the back. Mother will not suspect anything, for nothing exciting ever happens when Father is not home.” The girls ran around to the back. They opened the back door, wiped their shoes at the doormat, then tip-toed up a set of grand, white and gold stairs to Claira’s room. Her room was massive with large windows, and light lavender wallpaper. They sat and then Claira asked, “Anne. Why did you come?”

Gabe sat down at the large oak table and Janie ran into the kitchen to see if she could help. She was turned away and she sat down, followed by three other sisters, and their mother, who was last to sit down.

She looked young and petite lying there sleeping, he just wanted to crawl into bed with his wife, his love. She stirred when he kissed her. Reluctantly, as soon as she was fully awake, she shook her head and told him what had happened with Katherine. Accordingly, he became immediately furious. Breaking all the household rules is one thing, for Katherine to scream at her mother, he felt strongly, is totally unacceptable. He had tried to be tolerant of her, yet frequently she reacted, in a manner that became further and further out of control. Livid, he was livid. Watching and waiting for Katherine to return, Richard continued to sit up, well after Beverly had gone back to

Make yourselves at home! We've got a lot to talk about!" She said, seeming busy as a bee as ever. "I'll go make some tea, too, for the grown-ups!" She said, remembering that there were little ones in the room. Mrs. Knox had a way of seeming overly sincere, because it was all fake. She wasn't actually that cheery. In reality, she was a rather serious woman, who took things much too hard on herself. But she'd take comfort in hearing that most parents were that way. As she walked off, her husband stayed by the doorway. "She'll only be a second!" He said. "You guys can come in and sit on the couch if you want," he offered. The couch they had was a gaudy, old-looking one that was likely older than their son. The whole room was modestly decorated, but the ring that Mrs. Knox wore boasted a huge diamond. So it was unclear if the family had more money than they were letting onto, or if they had just lost their fortune over the years. And admittibly, Mrs. And Mr. Knox were older than parents of an eight year old ought to be, as they were in their early fifties. Perhaps they'd realized that they had nobody to look after them later when they got old, or were checking things off their bucket

What had happened? I thought of Abigail, the youngest but the wisest of my children calling her older sister and brother and telling them to leave me be. To let the misunderstood remain without probing for

The girl’s innocence derives from her young, naïve outlook on life. No matter how many times she is asked about her siblings, she responds, “We are seven.” This baffles the man because he cannot grasp the concept she is explaining; that regardless of their absence on earth, they are still a very large part of her everyday life. “‘My stockings there I often knit,/ My ‘kerchief there I hem;/ And there upon the ground I sit--/ I sit and sing to them/… I take my little porringer,/ And eat my supper there,’” she notes. Clearly, she stays very active with the two.

On the way home, Jerry wondered if Marlene was drunk again, he was unsure if he heard her correctly. “Katherine can’t be dead,” Jerry whispered rushing into the house and found Marlene sitting in the darkness weeping. After opening the curtains, he hugged her as tears poured down her face, when he asked, “What did you say about Katherine?”

“ I was just asking, wow.” Thia replied, and stormed into her room. She took out a book, and began reading. A half hour later, she heard a noise. It was her mother.

“Oh, come on Mom, you were following the wrong car. I don’t have the only red Mercedes in Jackson Heights. Good God, Mom! I would never jeopardize my family’s happiness,”Marlene said, sarcastically, waving her hands. Concerned with her daughter’s happiness, Katherine said, “Honey, don’t expect me to remain silent and watch you destroy your family.”

You walk outside to get some fresh air and as soon as you open the door you were blinded by the flash of a camera.