Creative Writing: The Mysterious Woman By Jackson Levanen

It was two days before Christmas, when Josephine opened the door to her 12 year old son’s room. Chay was the oldest of her four children, and the one she related to most. As Josephine sat down on the edge of the bed, Chay opened his eyes slowly. The dim light that seeped through the partially opened door revealed tears in his mother’s eyes.

On average women spends $1,832.55 while men spend $691.52 on personal hygiene. In Deborah Tannen’s essay “There is no unmarked woman” Tannen states that it is inevitable for a women to be unmarked. Tannen assert that ways a women is marked include the makeup a woman wears, her clothes, and the amount of jewelry she has on. I agree with Tannen because women aren't able to fully express themselves like men due to the stamp society has placed on us.

Over the course of first semester in college I have learned how to read, write, and learn again. That sentence may be hard to understand, since when getting to college you are already supposed to know how, but it is true. Starting off with I Stand Here Writing by Nancy Sommers, I have learned how to enhance my writing by using personal sources to combine personal and academic writing. With the help of The Mind at Work by Mike Rose I got an example of how the teachings of Sommers can be applied in writing. We ended the semester off with learning how to read again. In James Gee book Semiotic Domains: Is Playing Video Games a “Waste of Time”? I got another look at how to view literacy, which I was not aware that there was another way to look at. Literacy should not be the ability to read and write but thought of as a semiotic domain. All that is saying is that from what is written, categorizing the text to certain domain and producing and adding meaning adds depth to what is written while we also get a better understanding as well. Overall I have a gained an alternative perspective on learning and when experiencing new things, changing your mindset will lead you to success in that domain.

An hour later, Sarah joined Painted Girl in the kitchen. Sarah’s suitcases towered over Painted Girl’s, ready to be loaded into the car.

" Please don't shoot I followed your footprints and I figured it would lead to men and wheres there's men, there's food. I've been stranded on this island, when I fell overboard my yacht, please help me. " Rainsford exclaimed.

“I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my Dad... and that I might be targeted because of him.”

“You hit his leg. You need to work on your aim.” He turned toward the trail the gunmen had taken. Now that he’d thanked her, he could get on his way. What was he waiting for? His job was to find a murderer.

He pushed his hat further back on his head. To no small extent, her resistance irritated him even more. “The outlaws are heading north and either Duvall, his horse, or both are leaving a blood trail.”

Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.

“Alright, well, you folks have a good day, but if you don’t mind, we are going hiking.” Bender nodded and just continued to walk as the man shouted that it wasn’t their fault if they shot

“Look alive kid!” “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” Dad was right. I did want this. Big house. Big School. New, nice car. Yeah but something just didn’t feel right.

It is a breezy Monday afternoon in early October. As I read Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls as an assignment for Ms. Hindman’s class, I slowly look up from the book to check my surroundings. I look to the north, east, and west and see no activity. As I turn my head at a snail-like speed to look south I notice movement. This is it, the reason I go hunting. No, not killing just to kill; I hunt for many reasons but that is definitely not one of them. I gently kick my dad who is lying on the floor of the enclosed stand. He slowly wakes up and cautiously gets into his chair. We see two young deer in a shooting lane about 100 yards south, just at the edge of the woods. Within twenty minutes there are two more in the field. We watch them

“At least let me stay the night. I’ve traveled for days and need to rest. I will leave first thing tomorrow morning.” A moment of silent hesitation is the only reply. Nathan hears a quiet “fine” before the girl sheaths her sword in the blink of an eye. Her gloved hands hold onto the hilt of the sword, he notices, just in case. She seems to hesitate again before waving at him to follow, leading into the deep woods. It takes but a few moments to see the homely shack, smoke exiting through the makeshift

“Yeah and i'm dropping yall of at the park later on, and y'all better watch my kids!” Mom demanded.

Gail Godwin’s “A Sorrowful Woman” represents the feminist thoughts of a woman oppressed by a male dominated society. In this society crated by Godwin, a woman’s role is as a homemaker, however the main character refuses to accept the role given to her. The woman withdrawals from her family and reality until she finally cannot handle it anymore and kills herself. Through the use of character development, Godwin is effectively able to shine light to how one could oppress a female through the hidden familial problems in what appears to be a happy marriage.