Creative Writing: William Faulkner's A Rose For Emily

her mother (narrator) saw her. Through her reverie, we feel the mother's pain that her

It wasn’t sudden. Patria had been feeling uneasy for a while. And in a place; in a time, where medical assistance was a precious commodity, she would have to settle for praying. But, was it enough? Patria had been noticing, thinking, growing skeptical-- all account of her sister, Minerva Mirabal-- of her religious beliefs. “I started noting the deadness in Padre Ignacio's voice, the tedium between the gospel and communion, the dry papery feel of the host in my mouth. My faith was shifting, and I was afraid” It wasn’t just her questioning faith that had weighed heavy on her, but the immense stress and fear she held for her sister wore her down. Taking her apart, piece by piece. Would Minerva get shot down? Would she be taken prisoner and be tortured? Would she mysteriously vanish and never appear again? It was an ongoing struggle in her head, and the stress was overwhelming. Taxing. Not just on her, but on the once living infant that her womb had carried.

Another monotonous day passed by, and thoughts of Piper and her stepfather were glued to Emmeline's mind. She hadn't slept in what felt like forever, both good and bad memories of her family playing on a loop inside of her head. Emmeline missed her sister so much that her chest ached. At times, she felt that she was never going to be able to move on.

Gertrude spent the next week following the same routine every day. She’d ask around to see if anybody knew of a way she could contact her mother, and she’d always be told that there was none. Eventually, Gertrude had lost hope in any chance of seeing her mother in the near future, but she knew that she would be safe in her mother’s arms someday.

She had so many people in her life that loved her and wanted her around. She was wanted in not only one family but in two families and that made her smile for the first time since she found the letter the morning before. She was happy even though that same morning she felt betrayed and unwanted. She was happy with the family that wanted her and gave her up, but she was also scared to open up to her new family. Suddenly, she started to think about it and then it came to her; she was alike to her new family in many ways. She came from them so they had some characteristics elements alike. Dinner went by slowly, awkward silence filled the room. Her brother was in a daze because he had no idea who was at the dining room table or what was going on with his sister and

When Amethyst woke up she found her aunt looming over her and that she was unable to move her arms or legs. “Do you know what this is?” her aunt asked holding up the box. “I, I found it in the fire.” Amethyst struggled to say.

Pausing in the living room, he noticed a paper lying on a table, picking it up Joshua read it, “Joshua, my mother called and needed me. Your mother was sleeping soundly when I left around 5:00. I will see you tonight. Thanks. Jane.”

He knew school started at 8:30am as she told that a few times. He decided if she wasn't up by 7:30am, he would let her know what time it was. When the morning came and the sun shined in Eddie's face, he squinted his eyes and moaned slightly. He glanced at Loren, who was peacefully sleeping. Her head was just below his neck on his chest. Slowly, but surely, he was able to safely get off the couch. Loren readjusted herself and got comfortable before falling asleep again. He grabs his phone, which is on the piano, and sees if he has any missed calls. He had his phone on silent so he and Loren had no distractions. He noticed a missed call from his dad. He saw also a text from his father, asking if he was okay as he hadn't spoken to his son since the early evening of the previous day)

Her golden hair is like the sun, and her eyes are gray glittering stars. You do not look anything like your mother, but you have overhear her talking about that ‘ no good rotting father’ that just left you and your mother and how much you remind her of him. Perhaps that is why you will always be weary around the men in your life. The good, the bad, and the ugly ones, are always approached with a level of hesitation even if you know them for a long time. But it is how you will always be with new people - hesitant but then friendly. Or at least you will try to be. Your mother instills in your from a young age that you need to be kind to others, and you do your best to do so. It didn 't always come out as such, but as you got older,that becomes easier. or at least it is to

“Wow, Mother!” Adeline exclaimed. “You’ve really outdone yourself!” Adeline took a seat and laid her checkered napkin on her lap. She took a

As the morning quickly approached, basking the lands within the gentle caress of warmth from the kiss of light that painted the sky various shades - the female couldn't help but resent the sun for the first time in her life. The awkward angle had drawn forth a slight crick at the base of her neck, making any form of movement sluggish and slightly painful. If the angle alone did not cause her resentment, it was the lack of a decent nights sleep. It was rare that she even stayed up past the sunset, the cool air often forcing her to retire early an attempt to pass the time by. For the first time in her life, she had pushed past her exhaustion and pain, choosing to stay up with someone who...

“Julianna dear! Wake up!” I heard a voice yell. I woke up startled and realized that it was 9:30 in the morning.

It was strange not waking up and not hearing her voice. Ever since they watched the sunrise together, it had been their thing to continue on the tradition everyday. It had been odd to watch it alone because he was so used to seeing her there, hearing her voice, smelling the strong scent of the coconut shampoo she always used, or feeling the soft brushes of her long hair when they would walk together.

“Charlotte! It’s eleven o’clock; get your lazy ass outta bed now!” Mum called from the kitchen.

The day had started like any other. At eight o’clock he would fetch his car keys from the sideboard, curtly kiss her on the left cheek, and shut the front door behind him with a force that caused the little gold letterbox to shake. She would