Caroline West: A Fictional Narrative

In the book “The Memory Keeper's Daughter” by Kim Edwards a doctor and his wife have twins and the first child is a healthy boy but then the second child that comes out is a little girl with the signs of down syndrome and he asks his Nurse to take the baby away to an institution while he tells his wife the baby girl died. Through out the entire book it is a struggle for Dr. Henry's wife Norah to have closure with the fact that her baby girl is said to be dead and she never saw her, held her, or cared for her. Kim Edwards shows through the whole book that we are only human, the themes that life is beyond our control and through the connection between suffering and joy.

She looked at the ground, and her eyes looked left and right and she just nodded. I asked her again if she had been struck how. She said he (her boyfriend) pushed her. (Her boyfriend’s name is Gary Laxson, he owns a tattoo parlor next door to the Cellar Door bar.)

Jane was left anonymously at an orphanage in Brisbane in 1951. The girl grew up having no clue of her parents' identities. It was on May the fifth 1969 that she got drunk and slept with an drunk, older man. Unfortunately for Jane, she got pregnant and her partner was anything but inclined to stick around. Despite her friends advice, Jane refused to get an abortion. She had always been stubborn. She probably would have made a decent parent, but disaster struck again for our Jane. A serious of complications occurred in the delivery room of a grotesque nature. The birth was a long and painful one. By the end of it Jane was utterly sleep deprived, and it was hardly her fault that the baby was lost. She handed it to a man dressed in doctors' clothes – the full get up. The man vanished, and despite the polices best efforts, was never tracked down.

She looked at the child, safely in her arms, breathing steadily. She looked at the man, then turned her head at the semi. The semi woman had no chance. She cared for the child, even when it ended her own life. She cradled the child in her arms, quietly praying that he didn’t what had become of his mother. She didn’t know that the child was hanging onto her arm, sobbing into her sleeve. The warm, wet tears on her shirt had brought something out of her. She broke down in the middle of the road. She cried into the bright blue coat of the little boy. He was tightly holding his Teddy bear when she had grabbed him, but when she looked down, he was no longer in possession of such an innocent creature. He dropped it when she had set him on the ground. She stood up, looked at the burning car and semi, and realized that she had saved a person, but she was mostly proud at the fact that she had saved a child, no older than eight years. The police took her, the man, and the child into custody. She walked to the ambulance with the help of an officer. The girl had been silent from the moment that she had put her earbuds in. She hadn’t spoken a single word. Not a single

Eleanor doesn’t dodge the second punch. It hits her ear and she crumbles to the floor. The stench of blood takes over her senses and makes her head spin. A sharp kick to her ribs makes her scream. Eleanor isn’t used to physical beatings such as this --  emotional yes, but not physical. Bodily pain is something she doesn’t know how to deal with.

In 1929, Clara became pregnant at the age of thirty-five, regarded as too advanced in years to begin a family. An unexpected child this late in life, of course, created elation for the blessed arrival. However, in addition to Clara’s age, her family and personal history also caused grave concerns for the safety of both mother and baby. The death of Clara’s mother from frail health attributed to childbirth and the death of Clara’s only sibling, a brother, during his first year of life weighed heavily on Bill, Clara, and Anton.28 Furthermore, a miscarriage early in their marriage, while still farming in Peaceful Valley, exacerbated the concern.29 In an era when

It wasn't until Ashley pointed out a light down the road did we start to notice the sound of barking. I was so nervous that it was a guard dog to notice Abby escaping my grip. She was running to the light, hollering at the top of her lungs, 'puppy'.

Elise Davenport was not having a good night. Just the day before she put her whole career on the line thanks to a few glasses of champagne. Loose lips can sink ships, and they can obliterate your social status. So here she was, stumbling through Fairhaven Park in pitch blackness, looking for the cabin she rented. She'd just hung up the phone with her agent when she heard the rumbling growl come from beside her. Not a good night at all...

The past shapes the future in many ways; this applies greatly in “Caroline’s Wedding.” The story is told in the point of view of Gracina Azile, the daughter of Hermine Genie, and the sister of Caroline Azile. When Gracina’s sister caroline decides to marry a guy from America, their mother wasn’t fond of the decision. Caroline was becoming an American Woman. This frightened her mother because she wasn’t following any of the Haitian traditions anymore and it was thought to believe that it would be a huge embarrassment back home. Though Hermine does not speak of what bothers her, she allows her anger to be taken out on the husband.She does not want her daughter to marry yet, especially not who Caroline is marrying. Without a doubt, the mother

Melisende's injured hand lay limp in the bonds as her other worked feverishly trying to free herself from the makeshift bonds keeping her ankles and wrists held together. Her fingers curled beneath the string in an effort to get her palm curled enough to free her hand however just as she managed to get one finger lodged through, she heard the hard clumps of his boots as they approached her bound form before she felt his roughened hands moving around her svelte body before lifting her up over his shoulder and flopping her down on her stomach, her wrists and ankles still painfully held together behind her. Melisende inhaled sharply in pain as her stomach was pressed painfully against his shoulder.

The sound of the door to the training room opening sent a jolt of anxiety into her stomach. If Valentine caught her slacking he’d punish her. Punishment usually consisted of him whipping her back with an electrum wire whip, and then healing it right away. Sometimes the process was repeated. The pain stayed with her mentally, though she never had the scars

Margot, I apologize for locking you in the closet. I was so mad at you for saying that I was wrong on how I described how I saw the Sun and that the way you remembered seeing the Sun was correct. I didn’t understand why you acted the way you did over the Sun. I am sorry that you didn’t get to see the Sun. It truly was a beautiful site to see. It was as you described. “It’s like a penny," "It’s like a fire,". I thought I remembered what the Sun looked like. I was wrong. When the sun came out I saw the Sun and what it really looked like. Margot, you were right about the Sun and I am sorry for how I treated

The man that approached her was not only good looking, but he looked like the kind of guy she could never take home. And that made him perfect. His offer to buy her a drink had her smiling brightly as she could see this being the start to an exciting night.

The parking lot was covered with puddles from the lingering rain drops and the smell of wet concrete was dominant in the outside aroma as both Rhonda and her husband came near the entrance of the white colored hospital with countless amounts of square windows. After the quick thirty second walk to the hospital from their car passing many evergreen colored trees, Rhonda and her husband approached the main hospital sliding doors which swished open as they came near letting all of the chilled Seattle air flood lobby. After the hospital doors closed shut, Rhonda released her grip from her husband’s hand and wobbled over to the check-in desk where they both were greeted by a female receptionist in her mid-thirties with long brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail with deep brown eyes. “Hello! How may I help you today?”, the nurse asked in an upbeat manner. “Hi! My name is Rhonda Crane and I am here to check into my appointment with Dr.Harvey at 9 o’clock who will be delivering my baby. I received a phone call from the nurse this morning and she told me that Dr.Harvey requested that I come in today to have my baby

She sat on her unmade bed, swishing her legs back and forth as she waited for Naomi to finish her makeup. Naomi had her face positioned directly in front of the mirror, her hand remaining steady and fluid as she swept her black eyeliner across her eyelid. They had class in ten minutes, but Naomi apparently ignored that fact. Carter knew her roommate spent a solid hour in front of the small mirror already; the girl curled her blonde hair in rippling waves and took her time on applying her contour and highlight despite it being so early in the morning and their destination being a small poetry class. Naomi was pretty though. That was her thing. Her trademark. Her smile was blinding, her hair was bouncy and soft, and her body possessed the grace that you only got from the combination of years of dedicated dancing and natural talent. She didn't just apply a pink lip and some shimmery highlight to her cheekbones though. She was naturally a force of beauty. Naomi chose to focus on that aspect of herself and Carter assumed that enhancing that essence about her made Naomi feel good.