“I…hic…I don’t want to do this!” “Let me break that delusion of yours: you have no choice. Take the knife and do what you are told, Aisling.” The pencil tip tapped impatiently against her mother’s notebook, and each pointed descent further grated on her nerves, scraping against her eardrums. If asked, Aisling would insist that the woman before her wasn’t her mother…throughout her life, nay, existence; the woman had hardly ever showed her any warmth associated with such a role. And the near non-existent moments she had, it was to manipulate Aisling into doing what she wanted. Every interaction was bred out of necessity…were this not so important, she was sure the other would have given up years ago. Nearly lost and forgotten amongst the argument …show more content…
The environment worked against her, like most things, and she couldn’t mute the final scream of a snapped twig. At the noise, Mallory turned to face her, the moon at his back as their only caring witness. By then Aisling had slipped the knife into her stretched out sleeve which dangled over her hand. She had wanted to spare him…to…to make it quick. Mall….no her target brushed aside his hair, revealing a grim, resigned smile that held a hint of wryness around his upper lip giving it a subtle quirk. “There you are….was looking all over for you.” The words were hollow, rehearsed verses fitting for an unpracticed school play. Aisling didn’t buy it, likely he had known where she was the entire time. She stepped forward until they were within one another’s reach and he released his hands from his pockets. “I admit I was rather surprised you contacted me. Your text said you wanted to talk. So…” he shifted cagily, discomfort plain on his face as his syllables trickled away. Opening her mouth, she found herself with nothing to say…or perhaps she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Noting her internal struggle, Mallory offered a weak smile before it crumbled as easily as milk-soaked cookies. “I know…it won’t help you or erase what was done but…for what it IS worth, I am so sorry.” Not as sorry as she would be, Aisling wanted to argue but instead she closed her mouth and mimicked his expression, only hers was produced with more
The mother begins to rebel against tradition by taking an active role in educating and freeing herself. Through her radio, telephone and trips out with her sons she develops her own opinions about the world, the war, and the domination and seclusion of woman. She loses her innocence as a result to her new knowledge and experience.
“Has your energy depleted Bridgette?” Amiable, despite the apparent lack of care he was affording either her or her visage, his thumb trailing across one of the faces blinking up at him from that page. Rubbed half-semi-circle into that image, lips pressed together with a fondness that didn't translate properly onto his features. “Should you prefer, at any point, we can further discuss things- your conversation has always been anything but engaging darling, perhaps you'd rather conserve your strength for the latter?” Was a slow swivel, his nail pressing into the very center of that face, eyebrows just barely lifted as to the conversation he was verbally carrying out, that 'no' just near beneath the decibel needed for the utterance at all. Paused, in his own reply, slow roll of his eyes upwards to that back that was presented him- whisper of something behind that reflection of his eyes just before she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. [I] “No sir.”[/i] Better- tap of his fingers against his table his only response as his gaze fell once more- that barely recognized rip within those pages from where that crescent shaped nail had dug into it... irritated, that flick of the paper over, face now covered
Piddy’s mother had chosen never to speak of her father, only making Piddy's curiosity grow, along with her anger and questioning. Once Piddy was exposed to this information, her mother gave her the reassurance she was always searching for. Piddy finally knew that she was wanted, maybe not by her father, but by her
This journal reveals a rich history of her past through the viewpoint of her mother. Annabel states, “‘[Dr. Smith] was my father. I read it in my mother’s journal. They...they came together just so they could make me. So they could have ‘an innocent’ to use in their experiments’” (Nappa 334). It reveals that Annabel was not just a child that her parents desired to have, but instead she was just one of their lab rats. She had just been a part of her evil father’s overarching objective. As a result, when her mother tried to help escape Dr. Smith and save Annabel, she was killed. This harsh history has isolated Annabel to a point in which she feels completely dehumanized. This is further reinforced as Dr. Smith, her own father, refers to her as an it. He refuses to accept that she is anything more than a variable in an experiment or a test to be run. This form of isolation resonates deep within Annabel and places every part of her life in line for questioning. She begins to wonder who all was involved and why they hadn’t just locked her away from the beginning to “protect”
As a gesture of love, acceptance, and forgiveness, the grandmother goes to touch the Misfit; he, however, shoots her dead. The Misfit is aware that “grace worked through him to strengthen the woman’s faith” (108). This scene defines the moment of grace in the grandmother’s life as she was able to fill her conscious with compassion by viewing him as one of her own children. An interesting remark is that the Misfit In the midst of such heartbreak and violence, the grandmother was able to feel love and sympathy towards the criminal. O’Connor emphasizes the dramatic transformation of the grandma in traumatic times from selfish and manipulative to benevolent and warmhearted.
From somewhere in the stillness, she felt a soft breeze on her neck and heard a faint whisper in her ear “Lacey....” A trickle of fear ran down her spine as she gave a furtive glance around the room. She was alone, wasn’t she? Were there vagrants in the area? Afraid and needing to hear a human voice, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”
Dr. Diana Baumrinds’ research on the various parenting methods are directly mirrored in the parents that influence Sophie. The narrator of the short story closely resembles Dr. Baumrind’s first method of parenting, authoritarian. Dictating Sophie’s actions can be traced back to her cultural background, with a high stress on obedience and discipline she often times forces Sophie to conform
The natural is a movie that is talking about a baseball player who is called Roy Hobbes who wanted to be the best and break records but he had some obstacles that delay his dream as he is meeting with many different persons that are some of them are evil that are getting him down and some are good that helps him to improve. Roy Hobbes was very talented but he was shot by a fan and after 16 years he came back to a professional career and after some conflicts with the coach he became the best player on his team and led them to win the championship and helped his manager Bob to save his club.
“I’ll never hit you in the face where it will leave a mark...” The words rushed in, taunting. The cold emptiness in the tone, like he was there in the room, whispering in her ear. And all at once, the fear was back. The raw fear that gripped her body like a vice and left her gulping in air. In a panic, she whirled her head around the room. She was alone. Relief flooded her, but the sickening butterflies remained. She gripped the counter until her knuckles turned white; outlining the jagged scar more prominently, and she fought to steady her breathing, blink back the tears, focus on something else.
In the short story “Two Kinds”, Amy Tan uses the narrator’s point of view to share a mother's attempt to control her daughter's dreams and ambitions. Tan`s short story is an example of how differing personalities cause struggles between a parent and child. Children often fall victim to a parent trying too hard or expectations being too high, and in the case of "Two Kinds," we see Jing Mei’s mother trying to live her life through that of Jing Mei. The outcome of her mother’s actions soon leads the narrator into feeling tension within herself, and between herself and her mother.
“A Sorrowful Woman” features a superficially simple narration style. “Now the days were too short. She was always busy,” Stylistically clipped, with a clear passive, detached, voice the narration style seems to be a banal, unimportant feature of the text. Yet the exact mendacity that prompts this description actually serves as a prerequisite to developing an understanding for the principal character’s mindset, and consequently the theme of the text. The last passage contains numerous examples of detached narration but the clearest occurs when “She was always busy. She woke with the first bird. Worked till the sun set. No time for hair brushing. Her fingers raced the hours.” The concise, third person narration in this segment allows the reader to experience the slightly off viewpoint of ‘the mother.’ Specifically, given the lack of motivation present through the text coupled with the concluding suicide it becomes evident in the text that ‘the mother’ is suffering from depression. Given the societal stigma surrounding mental illness authors generally face an uphill
In Joyce’s, “Eveline”, most of the story is situated in the mind of the main character, Eveline. Eveline is characterized as passive, easily-influenced, and indecisive. Joyce highlights Eveline’s indecisiveness as she struggles with her immediate predicament; should she leave her abusive father and disobey her duty as a daughter, or pursue a new life with her potential husband Frank, to be free? As she contemplates, readers are taken inside Eveline’s mind to discover factors from her past and present that contribute toward her final decision. While Joyce utilizes rich literary devices including symbolism and dramatic irony, Eveline’s final choice is based on what is repressed in her unconscious mind – her mother’s last words. Eveline’s mother’s last word “Derevuan Seraun” is the deciding factor in which why Eveline chooses stays home.
Our society today suffers from multiple diseases. Diseases range from cancer, HIV, diabetes, and mental illness. What people do not usually think about as a disease is bullying. Bullying is one of those diseases that is a major problem is human lives. Bullying is an act that harms many people around the world, especially here in the United States of America.“Bullying can defined by many things. It’s teasing, name calling, stereotyping, cyber bullying, fighting, exclusion, spreading rumors, public shaming, and aggression intimidation” (Strickland). According to educational reports, an average of 15% of children in elementary school are in involved in bullying (Ross). This high of a percentage proves that bullying is still a major problem today in American society. While the percentage is not close to a hundred, those 15% of young children are affected enough. Fifteen percent of young children being bullied is more than enough to prove that bullying should be frowned upon. “[Bullying] can be in person and online. But it can often be considered a rite of passage” (Strickland). Bullying causes a variety of problems. The problems are not only in young people, but also adults who were bullied before. To cure this epidemic, it would be beneficial to society if society was informed about these negative effects.
Within the Sufi texts of Hallaj and Rabi’a there is an important, and continually controversial, inclusion of heretical ideas and statements. Yet as many Sufi thinkers have argued, and that I will argue as well, these heretical ideas and statements should not be taken at face value nor do they necessarily represent heretical beliefs. Instead the heretical ideas and statements of Hallaj, Bistami, and Rabi’a can otherwise be interpreted as a form of supererogatory devotion and piety to Allah. As well, within these statements Hallaj and Rabi’a draw attention to the distractions that separate one from union with Allah.
The speaker struggles within herself between the love for her father, and her hatred for him. As a child, your parents are your hero, who should provide you with everything a child needs to be successful, but because he had died, she was left on her own with this battle inside her. She hated her father for being a Nazi and torturing the Jews. The speaker was stuck in her past, and her father had created a generation rut, making another generation of evil. Children always search for acceptance and approval from their parents, yet the speaker was only given the voice of her father within her head. She blamed him for the evil within herself, and at the age of twenty, she tried to commit suicide to kill the part of him in her. Unsuccessful in her attempt, she was pulled from the sack and glued back together, never being completely full again. At this time, she had an epiphany: She needed to find a husband. One who thoroughly resembled her father, down to the “love of the rack and screw.” At this time, she was no longer a victim and converted to the predator. She modeled her husband after her father so that she could then, essentially, murder her father finally. Therefore, she had turned into her father.