"Ugg!! Gary your dumb flashlight quit working again." I said worried and maybe just a little afraid. OK, I was more than a little afraid, I was mortified. "Sorry, I can't do anything about that." Gary yelled loudly across the apartment. Gary voice echoed within our half emptied rooms. My familiar dismal visions awakened my senses once more. I was scared of my own shadow. My heart was beating faster and faster each time I heard any unexpected noice. My guilt held me prisoner and my White haired Zombie played on that. I could never run fast enough, so he caught me with his cold bony rotting hands every night. The darkness was closing in on us fast making the shadows dance as the cars drove by on the nearby city streets. I could only imagine what lingered in those shadows. Zombies, maybe? Will White Hair visit me again tonight. Why not? I disturbed his final place of rest. Old Washam Cemetary was no longer peaceful but dreary. All I see when I close my eyes was egg shells and strands of toliet paper hanging from the trees. Old broken tombsones putting of an erie glow. The statue of the soldier laying on the ground crumbled into tiny broken pieces. I can faintly vision the black roses Snake and I laid on Stormy's grave that fateful night. In the dark I had plenty of time to think about these dreary matters. I was being consumed by the negativity of my actions. Those actions had a direct impact on my current situation and I had
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!
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.
On the surface of the short story “The Storm” by McKnight Malmar, appears to be about a wife who comes back home on a stormy night to a murdered body. However, a feminist reading of this story reveals how women in society are breaking free and rising above the patriarchy. Malmar utilizes Ben, the envelope, dead body, red dress, and storm in this way to symbolize that the women’s in society days of being subordinate to men is coming to an end.
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.
“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
A tall wood paneled door opened in the wall and a large man walked into the room. He sat himself down behind the console. This man wore a suit like everyone else Storm had seen since the got out of Davenport’s car. In a casual touch it seemed, the man wore no tie.
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
“RUN GARY!!!” yelled Bob, and so he did along with Jeff and Bob struggling to catch up with the
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.