Creative Writing On Little Witley

Many of the people living in the village have come from a variety of lives before moving into the community. Some old, some new, and often have been alone most of their life.

The story, “The Landlady” by Roald Dahl, takes place in Bath, United Kingdom. In this Mystery, the main character, Billy Weaver finds an interesting lodging that might just change his life forever. Being too trusting is a great quality to have, but when Billy is a seventeen year old who is in a new place, trusting might not cut it. Roald Dahl creates the theme ‘Be cautious of the reader’s surroundings’ by using Foreshadowing and Imagery.

Meanwhile, Seth disobeys the rules and goes off into the woods. On his adventure, he spots an old shack covered in ivy and vines. He notices an old women that is gnawing on a rope that she is tied to. She asks Seth if he would come inside and share a cup of tea with her. Seth asks if she is a witch, then she becomes very furious and puts a curse on him. He sprints of like a cheetah and runs away from the “witch”. The next morning, their grandpa asks them “What do you suppose makes people so eager to break rules?’’ He keeps his eye on Seth. Seth explains to his grandpa that he was just very curious and that he met a creepy old lady. His grandpa nods and changes the subject. They are given some milk (the magical one) by Lena she said that it would give them the power to see “what is really out there.” Seth shows Kendra a hidden pond with gazebos, a boardwalk, and a boathouse. Grandpa explains that his yard is not a place for endangered animals, but for mystical creatures such as fairies, trolls, and imps. This land is known as Fablehaven and it is owned by lots of people, passed down every few centuries. He also explains that the old woman in the forest was actually a real witch. Her name is Muriel Taggert and the knots were her punishment for trying to put a curse on Fablehaven. After meeting

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year.

One day, I walked upstairs to my warm third grade class at John Stewart Elementary school. As I started my morning work, which usually included math, that was on my desk, my teacher, Mrs.Biddle announced, "Today we are going to pick table names!"

Our story starts in a small town called Wormwood. This town was exceptionally similar to other small towns all around the world in some aspects and drastically different in others. It was a town where everyone knew each other by name, a place you couldn’t exactly blend into the woodwork and keep your head down. Word traveled fast here; there were no secrets that stayed secret for long. It was a dark and dingy place, brimming with claustrophobic alleyways and menacing shadows. The people were no different. They reflected the town they called home, all crooked and devious. When you were born in Wormwood, it was unlikely you would call any other place home. This town sucked you in and sucked you dry; once you were there, you were there to stay.

As I lay in bed on a fall evening, an open window lets in a cool breeze accompanied with sounds of crickets and a faint train horn blare. As I peer out into the dark night sky I see an ebony sky glittered with stars. A sense of calm washes over me and I know I’m right where I’m meant to be! It’s a small town, Galt, with a population under 23,000. I didn’t grow up here, but it’s where I’ve lived for the past ten years, and it’s where I’ve chosen to raise my children. The town is a combination of city and farm living. Children from the same school either take a long bus ride through the desolate and diminishing backroads every morning, or a short walk through the peaceful and charming subdivisions to reach their destination. There is a mixture

The village has grown into a much bigger area. New houses occupy the places where the ones from his time stood. There is a new, fancy Yankee hotel in the spot where the Dutch Inn was located. Along with the town itself, all of the people have changed. They are no longer the calm townspeople

Places such as the Rainbow Inn and the Squires’s parties at the Red House are places where people interact and socialize with each other. As the villagers interact with each other it is celebrated through a shared understanding of each person’s social class and place in the community. Since Silas is an outsider who lives apart from this social structure, he originally lacks any sense of this identity. Therefore the villagers fear yet are curious of the strange Silas. When Silas shows up to both the Rainbow Inn and the Red House, the villagers see him as a delusion. Being outside of the community will be unusual and strange feeling for

Baldwin describes the Village as a tiny Swiss Village, which has “no movie house, no bank, no library, no theater; very few radios, one jeep, one station wagon; and at the moment, one typewriter, mine, an invention which the woman next door to me here had never seen.” (❡2.6-8) For almost everything the villagers have to commute to the nearest city. Even though he spends the first paragraphs doing this physically detailed description, the point was to create a background for the villagers themselves. The villagers: group of white Europeans who are isolated both geographically and socially from the most part of the world. A group of people who had never seen a Black person before Baldwin; a group that is, in Baldwin’s words, innocent. The author illustrates life among those ‘innocents’ with personal experiences, such as in “If I sat

Country means there will be space, which means there will be bigger house, which means there is a high possibility they will be living in a villa. Oh, how he wanted to live in a Villa with a beautiful garden. This thought sends him sprinting down the path. After 5 minutes, he came to an abrupt halt: This is not a villa, it’s not even a house. It’s merely a barn. He can’t believe what he is seeing; sure a family of four couldn’t fit in there. And there is no way they have a guest rooms, he stare blankly at the dark red barn door. In comparison to the often weeded grass of the town house in los angles and London, this looks abandoned and

name is in the village and how hard it is to give some respect to a

We spent summers with my mother, who worked in the church’s office building, one of three buildings of the First Baptist Church in Wickford. Wickford became the first place we explored on our own. We wandered the town, peering into the bakery window or entering various shops, undoubtedly irritating the owners as we ogled the sparkly, and often breakable, trinkets that we couldn’t afford to buy. In the summers we clambered onto the swaying docks and fed the ducks with tubes of saltine crackers. Often, we ventured through a “secret” path through the woods to the Library, sometimes to sit indoors and flip through magazines, but more likely, to visit the nearby playground of the old elementary school. We’d fly down the zip line, brave the old jungle gyms, or spin in the grass, arms spread, until we fell to the ground, too dizzy to

Usually, when living in a small town, the townspeople always have something in common, which is hope. For the villagers in this story, they have no hope left. The land was so little that mothers “fear that the wind would carry off their children.” Villagers live in “twenty-odd wooden houses” and they had “stone courtyards”