A Summary Of The Stormy : A Short Story?

At the headquarters of the Louisiana National Guard, located in the lower 9th ward, the soldiers were not yet aware that the canal levees were giving way. The Guard’s commander

“Gary there's a hospital right there, we can gather medical supplies. Let’s hope” I said, but Gary didn’t respond I checked behind us put he was nowhere to be seen!

And with that I hung up and turned my music back up. It was going to be a long ride, at least eight hours. Leaning over my steering wheel I looked up at the sky and found clouds forming. I hoped the snow wasn’t enough to greatly impact my driving. I had passed out of the town and into the next and the next town after that. Eventually I reached a town somewhat in the middle of Illinois. The town was called Mattoon. It wasn’t the most welcoming town I’ve seen. There were a lot of worn down buildings that looked like they had been burned to their last wooden plank. I had been driving for almost three hours, and my stomach was screaming at me to feed it. I decided to stop at the nearest gas station. As I pulled in even the store looked like someone had beaten it with a bat on every wall. The glass windows seemed to appear shattered as several spider legged cracks webbed across the surface making the inside look dark and horrendous. As I hesitantly opened the door that created a creaking noise that sounded like muffled screaming that you would hear while in the middle of abandoned woods where every tree would mold a different unnerving face at you, surrounding you with the sound of its bark screeching at you. The inside was worse than the outside. Every shelf was varnished with dust. The dissatisfying smell of mold and liquor created a feeling of sick eruption in my stomach. Nothing in the gas station looked pleasing to my appetite whatsoever. I never took the time to realize I was the only one standing in the odious gas station. I was the only one in here, but I could sense an eerie presence. I hectically moved to the door trying to get out of the building causing me to choke on the unpleasant smell. Before my hand could reach the handle I felt an excruciating pain spread across the nerves of my skull. And with that my heavy eyelids shut abruptly and I feel to my knees. I woke up in a

I awoke today with the light streaming into my room and hearing the birds chirping in the distance. As I regained my conscience, I smelled the mold and felt damp room conditions all around me that imprisoned me. It reminded me of what would have happened only in a nightmare. It was only yesterday that Corey, Nurse, Hale and I had gone to help the accused women. So many times I felt that I could win the battle, yet just as many times I could feel the rope slipping through my fingers.

In every society there are expectations placed on people to act certain ways and do certain things. “The Storm,” by Kate Chopin, sheds light on the negative consequences of societal expectations, social inequality, and intentionally contradicts common gender roles. The story is centered around the complex relationship between a Cajun woman and a Creole man. These two groups equate to the lower class and the middle/upper class respectively. The mixing of these two groups is frowned upon, and each group comes with different expectations. Kate Chopin uses these expectations and proves just how disastrous they can be. The antagonist in this story is the storm itself. The storm, in this case a threatening cyclone, represents everything that is problematic with implementing such strict expectations onto people. The concluding line seen above, is representative of the contradictions between the storm and these roles and expectations. Considering all that occurs between the characters during the storm, the notion that everyone ends up happy is contradictory to what people are told is expected of them. The driving force in all of this happiness is the mixing of the two groups, which is essentially a storm itself and would be condemned if anybody were to find out exactly what happened.

“My! what a rain? It’s good two years sence it rain’ like that.” Exclaimed Calixta as she rolled up a piece of bagging and Alcee helped her to thrust it beneath the cracks.” The author showed us how the storm became a positive thing by bringing the two lovers together after a long period. Due to heavy downpour, fate brought Alcee into the home of Calixta, where the two lovers re-ignited their feelings for each other. It also acted as a barrier by keeping Bobinot and Bibi away from home. This reminded me of “The Story Of an Hour”, where the death of Mr. Mallard gave Ms. Mallard a spirit of freedom she had never experienced. Instead of being sad, Ms. Mallard continued to say the words, “Free, free, free!”

A woman's happiness and success during this era is often dependant on the male or husband of the marriage. During this era, Chopin displays to us in both her short stories "The Storm" and "The Story of an Hour" of how reliant women are in their relationship and lives. Women during this era were heavily looked down upon. They were looked so down upon that even the women themselves would look down on themselves resulting in more reliant on the men for their success in life. The women during this time era would be so reliant on men they would do much for the men despite whether they had loved him or not. Chopin many times wrote her short stories with women in marriage with men just for the benefits of living and success rather than love; a “vignettte exploring female desires that cannot be fulfilled in marriage, a common theme for Chopin.” (Brantley 1). During the 19th century, both men and women weren't seen as equal at all. Another push to being reliant on men is government rules and policies of men being the more stronger party of the marriage, relationship, or family. Men were seen as the “better” sex so then women were more reliant. Women had to depend on men to supply them in order to live a healthy lifestyle. Kate Chopin displays this highly in her two short stories as the two women seem really reliant on their male counterpart. The two women shows signs of weakness while their male counterpart were away.

It was a stormy day in Alabama.Richard is a guy with a enemy that is a superhero. Her name is Brewski she lives in Missouri. It was bright sunny day in Missouri , that’s when Brewski was stocking up on energy drinks because that is her superpower. Red monster, Green Grass, Blue Water, White ice ,and Red Bull wings. I am Richard my shotgun has no shells and I just hate Brewski . There’s not a reason for it other than her energy drinks. I am going to Missouri for a fight.

The Storm starts with Bibi and Bobint staying at a store waiting for the storm to end. They begin to worry about Calixta and Calixta begins to worry about them. During the storm, Calixta’s ex-boyfriend asks to stay there until the storm is over. Both of them are married and went on with their lives after they broke up. While Alcee, Calixta’s ex-boyfriend, is staying over, they begin to be intimate and have sexual intercourse. When the storm ends, Alcee leaves and Calixta is reunited with Bibi and Bobint and Alcee writes his wife a letter. In the letter, he tells her that he allows her to stay a little bit time on her vacation and she accepts because she gets a break from her life. In the end, everyone’s life is

Many of you might be wondering why my insanity, my insecurity presented itself as zombies. I think I now know why. I was no different from them, mindlessly driven by hunger, by the greed to have more. Living in a scientific manner defined as breathing, but not progressing or trying to achieve my potential, and therefore by all other definitions - dead. I not only saw the zombies, I was one of

Kate Chopin implies in the selection, "The Storm" that the setting and the plot reinforces each character's action, but only two characters exemplify the title itself, Calixta and Alcee. The storm becomes the central element of Alcee's unrequited love for Calixta and ultimately the instrument of their forbidden love to each other. Hurston concurs in the "The Storm" that a forbidden relationship can become a cancerous love and silent death sentence.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

One summer day my sister took me to my friends house and when I got there she was reading a book stretched out on her couch. I asked if it was a good book, she looked up up surprised by my presences. “It must be a great book since you didn’t notice me enter.” I said with a laugh in my voice. I put my bags down in Hayleigh's room then walked back to the living room and plopped down beside Hayleigh, got the remote, then changed the channel from the news to Andi Mack. “Omg Karen you need to read this book, this girl is just like you,” she said eagerly. “No one can be like me, I’m too unique,” I said smirking. I wasn’t much of a reader and Hayleigh knew that but she said I would love it so I gave it a try. I ended up instead of hanging with my best friend for the weekend, I read The Rainbow After A Storm. I found similar characteristics between me and the main character, Teresa, we both were two-faced, strong, and kind hearted.

It was a cold stormy winter’s day In England. Joe was sitting by the fireplace with hot chocolate in his hand and a blanket wrapped around him whilst watching t.v.

A dark angel had been latched onto my soul the entire morning. Somehow, each time I looked up, he was there, gazing at me with soft viridian eyes. Joan was, at this point, the only reason I still opened each day with a hopeful heart. However, it was a particularly devastating Tuesday, and his company simply wasn’t as warm as usual. I sat in the crowded cafeteria, watching as Joan scurried around searching for someone to entertain him, often circling back to me in hopes that I would give him attention. Scrambling to finish my tedious civics homework, courtesy of Mr. Deadmon, a short-tempered ancient man with a charcoal-colored beard that reached his belt, I struggled to focus.