Fix Roof: A Narrative Fiction

“At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound” ( Kidd 1). This quote represents the story about a girl named lily and how her life turns around after one day. In this journal I will evaluate why lily decided to leave, question why T-ray is so abusive to Lily and predict where lily where go next.

The short story “The Flowers” by Alice Walker prepares the reader for the ending of the story. The author does so by using the elements of diction, setting, and symbol.

Standing at the top of the stairs, the savory scent of baking biscuits drifted up from the kitchen below. She could understand why Fiona’s traveling salesman always picked this room. The luscious aroma filled the house with mouth-watering delight. The growling of her stomach led her to the dining room where she slid into a chair at an already empty table.

Ada Blair woke up, the loud and flashing alarm programmed to wake her up at 6:45 she reluctantly stood up and pressed the button that shut off the alarm. She walked out of her room down the lengthy corridor to the kitchen. Her dad, was cooking the breakfast the smell of bacon and eggs was heavenly.

The next morning, Joshua drove his Lexis down his mother’s driveway and parked. Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the red roses growing along the side of his mother’s house. Shaking his head, he whispered, “Mom and her

On her way to drop off one letter, she drops it and a group of kids find it, and intend to deliver it to who it is addressed to, and following that she wakes up to her roses destroyed. “She had been writing her letters--sometimes two or three every day for a week, sometimes no

Morning. Lin awakens on the floor of her new apartment. A cloud of amnesia fogs her memory. Last night feels like a vague dream. Perhaps she drank too much...

Like always, he slapped Lily, knocking on the ground along with a few kicks as he continued to yell at her, instead this time calling her Deborah. As he doesn’t realize it was Lily until she shouted “Daddy” and apologized for leaving him, he had a knife pulled out as he shouted constantly at her. However, when he sees that Lily was in fact not Deborah, a look of embarrassment and pain hit him as it was easily observed to Lily. All along, this was the reason why she was treated so poorly, and it was finally clear to her. He insisted that she go home with him, but August and herself want nothing more than to stay there with him, demanding she doesn’t leave. Soon enough, he gave in as he barged out, started his truck, and slowly drove away. Lily still hoped that he would send her gifts at Christmas time, as she still wanted to have him in her life, seeing that he wasn’t perfect, just like everyone else isn’t. As she has gone through a lot with her father, Lily is excited to start her new life with the Boatwrights-the people she loved so so much and she

I noticed my bay window had some lead slipping and having researched roofers on the web, I came across a company named Shine roofing. On sending them photographs of the problem, they provided me with a reasonable quote and were efficient in their reply. Michael was able to carry out the work within the agreed upon budget and time frame. His knowledge and professionalism was clear as having had the bay window problem before, I knew some of the solutions and Michael was able to propose and deliver an effective one. I would fully recommend Shine roofing and have no hesitation in using the company again, so much so I have had some additional work quoted for.

When Lily´s mom died, she only had her father T-Ray, who was not a very good guardian. T-Ray would let his anger out on Lily and sometimes he would hurt her, one example would be, one night Lily was outside and accidentally fell asleep. In the morning T-Ray caught her, he thought she was out there with a boy so he made her kneel on grits for a long period of time. T-Ray does not really care about Lily, he always forgot when it was Lily's birthday, but Rosaleen always remembers and usually makes Lily a cake. One night there were bees coming out of Lily's walls in her bedroom and they flying around her room, she yelled for T-Ray to come in and see, he came in they are all gone. He says ¨If you get stung, don't come whining to me, cause I ain't

Although there was the familiar, homey feeling of peace, there was also a sense of apprehension that would not go away. Muriel headed towards Sister Leta, the cook who was busy toasting homemade wheat bread and percolating the coffee. Muriel started serving coffee and toast to those who wanted it. There was no current information at this point about what had occurred, or to explain the light, yet there was growing concern. Even though there was coffee to be served, tables to be set up, and spoons and napkins to set out, the reporter side of Muriel came out, as she searched for anybody who might have information about what was going on. She loved to dig for information, and this was a night to dig.

Mrs. Clover sternly knocked on the door, and asked the voice to open it so that she could see what was the matter. The voice sadly replied, “I can’t! That’s the problem!”, so Mrs. Clover, reached into her pocket and opened the door there, huddled in the corner closest to the door was Tina Tiger Lily, one of the smallest buds in all the garden.

This was Gwen’s favorite place to be during wintertime, Brew or Bust, the cozy, quaint coffee shop just down the street from her apartment. Lazy snowflakes drifted past the window as she sipped her warm chai tea, the beverage’s sweet richness filling her senses. It was Sunday, a lazy day off from her work as a children’s librarian, a job she’d held for more than a year and loved.

Placing the bouquet on the ground, Romy wiped away a tear and stepped back under the cover of the umbrella held up by her friend Alex. Tierra put an arm around Romy as a sign of support and the three girls stood in silence watching the heavy raindrops hitting the petals of the large white daisies that Romy had handwrapped in twine earlier that morning. It was only a year ago that Romy had buried her mother and she always tried to make sure that fresh daisies were on the grave, her mothers favourite flowers.

Ms.Brown the owner of the shop, walked outside to the back of the shop to go see her daughter under the oak tree reading with coffee in hand, but what she saw is what she wishes she hadn’t. Her daughter”s lifeless corpse laying in the middle of the grass. Her coffee cup lying next to her dusty brown hair as the coffee staining it to a mud brown.