Examples Of Epilogue To The Giver

After Jonas was finished with work he and Jack walked back to there house. And JOnas heard a familiar voice behind him.

Jonas chills out on the bed and waits for the memory of snow. All of a sudden, he's very cold. He can no longer feel the old man's hands on his back. He feels something like pinpricks on his skin, and sticks out his tongue to catch the falling white things. Part of him, he feels, is still lying on the bed in the Annex. But the other part is somewhere else, sitting on a hard surface with a rope in his hands. All of a sudden, he knows that he is surrounded by snow and that he's sitting on a sled. He then races downhill, fast at first, until the snow piles up and the runners come to a standstill. Then he opens his eyes and is back in the room with the old man. The old man says that was tiring for him, but that he feels lightened because

At the beginning of “The Giver”, the reader is to believe that the community Jonas lives in is a utopia. It’s later revealed that this is quite the opposite of what it really is. A dystopia. Along with Jonas, the reader finds out how in Jonas’s community they they give the elderly and newborns lethal injections, constrict feelings, and prevent any form of decision making. When Jonas discovers these things through memories, he is distraught, and he has the right to be. He wants to show everyone what has been taken away from them, and what they are being lied to about. This is why I believe it was completely justified for Jonas to leave the community.

The soft snow powdered as the sledge sped swiftly. The melodious tune of the singing became louder and louder. The gentle breeze wafted the sound of music to Jonas’ ears. Jonas suddenly felt a surge of confidence, and his body started to relax and look out for hope. He clutched Gabe close to him, sharing the warmth with the shivering newchild. Jonas tightened his grip on the sledge as they came closer to the music.

“You have made a terrible mistake.” The Chief Elder uttered in shock, her tongue cutting short of a hiss.

“Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo”

Jonas felt different than before. Even though all the memories he released were his to begin with, they felt different. After releasing his memories to the community, The Giver had handled things quite well. Everything was well in order. Jonas on the other hand had something called hypothermia. Trekking weakly through the snow to the wood cabin he saw, people started streaming out, helping him inside. It was not long before it dawned on him that he was alone. The people were an illusion, the lights merely icicles with the sun shining on them. Only Gabriel was there. Looking around the house, he recognized things such as a stove, a fireplace, candles. He lit a candle and carefully placed it on the kitchen counter. Looking around, he found the refrigerator full

As Jonas reached the bottom of the hill with Gabe. He spotted a house, He took Gabe and knocked on the door of the house. An Elderly woman answered the door, “H-Hello?” She stuttered. Hi There, said Jonas. Mind if I come in? Not at all my child, Said the elderly woman.

Weeks after the fact, Jonas is as yet biking far from the group with Gabriel. They're fundamentally starving to death. Jonas continues endeavoring to transmit recollections to the little tyke, recollections of daylight and, you know, not starvation, so as to prop them up. At long last, it begins snowing and Jonas gets to the base of a recognizable looking slope. He jettison the bicycle and strolls up with Gabriel, as yet endeavoring to stick on to lovely recollections.

The music grew louder and louder until Jonas realized it wasn’t just an echo. Gabriel began to stir as Jonas rode the sled to the bottom of the hill. The large flakes of snow were needles, raining down on their cold, red faces. Jonas began to slip in and out of consciousness. Suddenly, a large brown object came into view. He squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of it before he passed it on the sled. He quickly stared into the glass as he lost momentum on the sled. Red. Orange. Yellow. Jonas began to think of the memories the Giver shared with him. The word was right there. But he couldn’t figure it out. Gabriel began to babble. “Fiii-uhh, fiii-uuhh.” He mumbled. Jonas laughed.

At first he thought he was hallucinating the cabin because he couldn’t see why anyone would want to live on a freezing mountain in the middle of nowhere. As he came closer he realized that it definitely wasn’t just a hallucination and also that there might be some kind of food inside. Blinded with happiness a his discovery he ran to the cabin not noticing the claw marks and vicious scratches on the walls and door leading to a mound of snow which was were what was left of the cabins previous owners body now rested.

“Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo.” Jonas had only ever heard music in his memory, but the sound was so much more intriguing in person. He started to realize that the music was not behind him but ahead of him. Jonas carried Gabe toward the sweet sound of the music. As he continued on forward, the snow began to clear and under Jonas’s feet sand began to develop. Jonas remembered the sand from a memory from the Giver. He became curious as to what was around him.

Jonas lay on the frigid and cruel ground, which he was destined to be on. He glanced up and gazed at the avalanche of white flacks that scattered all around him. They glistened high up from the moonlight, but then, straight away, they came crashing to the ground. Jonas felt like a death blanket was piling on top of him. He could hear the howling wind roar like a furious lion. The arctic air froze faster every second. His knees were destroyed. His skin was teared into shreds, dangling off a limb. Blood came gushing out of the cut skin as it rapidly ran down the side of his foot and onto the snow. Purple bruises and bumps covered around it. Blisters stung everywhere. He bit his lip in agony, preventing himself from screaming. He didn't want to

"I'm feeling apprehensive," he confessed, glad that the appropriate descriptive word had finally come to him.

The house was empty with nothing but dust. Hearing the wind blow and making the house creek an erie noise. Going deeper and deeper in the house, it only got darker and darker. Suddenly a huge smash! Rushing to the sound, only to find a turned over cabinet and an open window. a trail of blood leading towards the wind with a scarf caught on a piece of glass blowing in the wind. Scared to death. Henry ran out of the house and went to the car. He turned around and looked back at the house. He still could see the scarf blowing in the wind. He walked over to the scarf and picked it up. All of a sudden a blast of coldness went straight through his body.