As more and more people filled the room, I asked Jane why they had hired so quickly if they already had so much help. “Well no one is being allowed to leave the house until they finish the murder investigation,” she replied, “but many of them have handed in their notices.” “A murder investigation!” I exclaimed. “You mean she was murdered?” “Yes, didn’t you know? Lady Anne Sylvester was poisoned, and we’re all under suspicion for the time being.” What a curious place this house was turning out to be. “Is that why everyone is acting so nervous?” “Partly,” Jane answered, “and partly because the thought of murder itself is horrifying.” I went about my work that day with very little difficulty. There was not a lot to do because there were more servants than were needed. When I was doing my chores on the upper floors of the house, I saw a painting that turned my blood to ice. It was a painting of a blond woman with blue eyes and a sharp nose. “Samantha, stop dawdling,” reprimanded Maud. “We were supposed to be done by now.” I barely heard her. “Maud, do you know who that woman is?” “Lady Anne Sylvester,” she replied in an annoyed tone. “Now come on!” I followed her, thinking about what she had said. Perhaps someone had been moving a painting of her behind me. But I had been able to see the wall behind her, and paintings weren’t translucent. A stained glass window then. Yes, that was it! Someone had been moving a stained glass window behind me as I looked in the mirror.
“Don’t worry. The police will be here shortly.” The person said with a sadistic smirk.
before i take you up to meet everyone" the excitement in her voice made her accent a bit stronger. She could tell already that
“Do you know who else was involved in the fire? Maybe if we find out who’s next, we could protect them.” Alice eagerly responded.
“Well, a few of our classmates were just killed there. I don’t know all the details, but nobody knows who killed them.”
"Tell them as little or as much as you would like. Very few people know what happened with Strausser and all but one of them will be remaining here."
“How can she be part of that? I mean I even saw the news they said all seven children were executed as well.” Prompto said.
“It was green with mustard yellow stripes,” I reply with great sadness. “My mother, Shelly Watts, was tending to my little cousin who was staying with us at the time. My mother was wearing her brand new grey suit she had bought at J.Crew the week before. As I grabbed the food from the refrigerator, my mother and father looked at each other and then at me. Right as I grabbed my strawberry pop tart with color sprinkles, I heard a honk. It was my best friend Kirsten.
Sonya laughed. “You expect us to just walk up to them and ask why they assassinated someone? We would be their next targets and wouldn’t even need to be secretly killed.” She shook her head. “No, I need to care for my
Chiron ran a hand over his head. "I guess we 'll just have to do the noble thing, and tell Annabeth 's parents everything."
It was November 29 1864, I was with my brother Kiaan. He was fifteen years old. My name was Hansh and I was only thirteen years old. We were outside my village practicing archery. My brother was a really good bowhunter, he taught me everything I do. Once we headed back to our village my mom was cooking corn and deer meat, that my father killed the day before. We were planning to have a picnic soon. Then it happened, we heard screaming and hollering across the village. My brother and I looked around our Tipi and there we saw it. Hundreds of soldiers were attacking our village, my heart sunk. I thought my life was over, my dad screamed “Get back!” My brother told me “protect your mother and get away from here” So I grabbed my mother's
“We have to go,” Marc said immediately, “We were lucky today but not the next time or the time after that. They’ll notice if this house is still in function despite being found empty by the police,”
“Well, I didn’t kill anyone and I have two children as well.” The teacher hope was leaving.
“Look! I see them” Ben Halperin looked up from his Warriors book to his sister, Lily's’ call. He could see the Colorado mountains in the distance. “Mom? When will we be there?” Ben asked his mom in the passenger seat of the car.
First, by analyzing the pronoun “I” of the sentence ““I’ve got out at last,” said I”, the reader can confirm that the narrator and the woman trapped in the wallpaper are the same person. She has managed to leave the wallpaper “in spite of you and Jane.” The pronoun “you” corresponds to John, whom his wife points out as responsible for her confinement, that is, her lack of freedom and autonomy. John symbolizes the patriarchal society of this century, the male superiority over women in marriage. On the other hand, Jane, John’s sister, is described as a “perfect and enthusiastic housekeeper” (Gilman 17) who works under John’s orders. This character represents the ideal role of women that fulfills the expectations of the society, a reason why also represents a rejection of the narrator. Ironically, thanks to her final mental collapse, the narrator creates a new identity formed also by the woman trapped in the drawing. This has allowed her to strip the wallpaper off, which metaphorically means the escape to John’s oppression. Kennard argues that “although the narrator is not seen to emerge either from madness or marriage at the end of the novella, her understanding of her own situation and, by extension, the situation of all women can be read as a sort of triumph.” (76) This triumph is also represented at the ending through the symbology of language. For instance, the literal sense of the quote “I had to creep over him every time!”, and more specifically “over him” symbolizes the narrator’s victory over her husband and the superiority of the women over men. Also, when John sees the final scene, he “cried” and “fainted.” These actions are stereotypically attributed to women and they show weakness, which is a traditional characteristic of women. The victory of the woman brings along with it a break of the social conventions as well as the “dramatization of changes in roles and potential exchanges of power” (Monteiro 51). As a
Once upon a time there was an old and scary town with only a few people living there. One of those few people was a beautiful girl named Katherine. The town was ruled by an evil prince named David. He had an assistant named Sam, who was very young and only had that job because his parents abandoned him. Everyone who lived in the town feared David, so they stayed in their house. But Katherine was very lonely because her kids were at school and her husband died, so she liked to go out and explore.