Gloria Mayweather : Off Daydreaming Again

It was during this conversation that Edna was called to Adele’s side during the painful and dangerous childbirth of her fourth child. She asks Robert to wait for her return and leaves him alone in her home. Adele senses that Edna is changing even more and asks her to please think of her children before she completely rejects the patriarchal lifestyle that was expected of them. Edna, after seeing Adele, begins to feel guilty and thinks maybe she has acted too selfishly. She returns home and finds a note from Robert saying good-bye. Understanding that Robert wasn’t capable of breaking free of the constraints and expectations of him even if he did love and want to be with her coupled with Adele’s advice wakes Edna up to a reality that devastates her. Feeling that she is alone and unable to belong in the world she returns to Grand Isle, the location where she achieved her new sense of freedom. Her final escape is swimming out to sea thinking of all those who never understood her but knowing that she could never give herself to them in the way that they all expected and needed (The Awakening and Other Short Stories 1-240).

She has been contained within a lifestyle that is dictated by her husband and her children. Her marriage is not one that consists of any romance; it merely exists. Her friendship with Robert is more eventful than the times she has spent with her husband, Lèonce. Only when Edna decides to go for a symbolic swim does she realize all of this. This swim is like a rebirth, a new baptism, a sexual awakening. Edna has realized that in order for her to lead a happier life, she must depend on herself, she is now out on her own. Edna grows closer with Robert and distances herself from Lèonce in an attempt to satisfy her hidden romantic dreams, which haven’t surfaced since her childhood. As Robert announces his departure to Mexico, Edna finally realizes her feelings for him. She struggles to fill the void in her love life by associating with Alcèe, another flirtatious young man. Edna seems to favor the attention given to her by men other than her husband, a scandalous inclination during her time period. In the ways of her sexual struggles and desires, Edna resembles a more modern woman, perhaps even one represented by today’s society. She goes through men quickly, having more than one affair. This type of behavior would have been frowned upon in the 1800s, but today it is much more commonplace. Edna was alive during the wrong time period for this type of

Gloria is a happy girl who uses manipulation to get what she wants. While Gloria and Robbie are outside playing, Gloria tells Robbie that she will only tell him his favorite story, Cinderella, if he

“Now, let me continue. I am Vanessa,” she said as she slowly meandered towards me, “and I must admit,” she continued, “I was not expecting this to be quite so easy.” Vanessa slyly snatched the tiara from my blonde head and darted towards the door, only stopping to say, “It is like taking candy from a baby; but instead, I took the crown from a princess.” She darted out, slammed the door shut, and another loud crash echoed through the room.

I Am so full of emotion I cannot even explain to you how happy and nervous I was today. Today made me forget all the time I was away from Daisy. This girl, this beautiful girl that I have not seen for almost 5 years, was finally going to be in my presence again. My body could not handle the concept. When nick heard a car pull up he went to go open the door and I felt like I was dreaming. When she walked in my heart just relaxed, all I did was stare at her. Stared deep into her eyes and I found it was impossible to let go of my gaze. She stared back almost uncertain that we were in the same room together. “ we haven't met for many years” said daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be.” “Five years next November”

The following morning the crisp air and golden sun flowed brilliantly into her room through the open window. The posts of the window where scratched up wood with an old part of a blond colored sheet covering it. Her sleepy eyes blinked slowly as the day began. After a whole evening and morning with the thought of school, a tornado of yes, no, maybe, and back again spiraling around. This went on about the dreary feeling morning. Her usual smile upside down and the sides drooping far down. When she finally got up and out of the rickety, springy feeling frame of the puffy stuffing, cloud like bed. Hesitantly climbing down the ladder

She ran, her breath coming in gasps. Just a few more steps. Tears fell freely, blurring her vision, but that did not matter she still remembered the way. The worn rock steps had been a comfort to her when she was a child. Now they pierced her bare feet cutting into her skin as broken as she felt. The destination was a place she had once called her own. The maids had told her that the kingdom was guarded by magic to keep away anyone who tried harm to the royal family. She refused to believe them of course, magic was long dead in her

The car was too cold. I looked to the car’s panel, and the green buttons illuminated brightly to my small eyes. The small knob had the heater on medium blast, but I still felt cold. No matter how many times I rubbed them together, there was no warmth. I tried to warm my hands by putting them under my thighs, praying that I haven’t lost my sense of touch yet[EG3] . ((basically I deleted “somewhat” and “my hands are completely frozen)) I directed my awareness away from my cold hands and looked to the back of the car. My brother was fast asleep in the backseats. He didn’t care about mom’s crying; he was only three. He was too young to understand. He slept in such a calming position. His mouth partly opened as he snuggled a vibrant red Elmo close to his chest as if Elmo could somehow become alive and run away from his reaches. With his head tilt to the soft cushions of his baby chair, he looked so peaceful and tranquil. As I watched him, I wished I could sleep like that in times like this. I tried to distract myself from my brother and looked back to my movie again, and this time, the scene was Cinderella confronting the Prince that it was indeed her at the ball that night, but the Prince rejected her. This movie was so cliché, even my mother’s Asian soap operas weren’t even this cheesy. [EG4] ((Should I delete this?? It seems irrelevant to the essay))I shifted my gaze to somewhere else. I sat

The princess has been running away from the soldiers and the "new" king was that brought on shocking the princess then become a fugitive, She always never thought she would end up being fugitive and having to go against her own home to have that rightful title. Since then she been extra careful of who or where she goes. She covers her crimson hair with her cap, Yona was found with a group but this time She asked them to stay behind of what was into the city, she has always been reckless heiress in hak's eyes, But she doesn't care unless she is helping. There was so many people in the city for her to get lost easily. Her violet hues scavenge the people this town or village seemed peaceful, She felt somewhat happy but with her tragedy the princess

Ally sat against the wall head tucked in her knees crying in despair.She always felt so unlistened to.She wondered why this certain tension just seemed to infiltrate her.Ally then wiped her tears as her mother called for help with groceries.As she walked down, she saw her dad already helping her mom.She still decided to help with the groceries anyways.She tried to avoid any eye contact as her eyes were still puffy from the tears that had swept down her face.However, it didn't seem to matter much considering the fact that her parents didn't glance anywhere near her direction.They were too busy conversing about the way her dad's day went.Mumbling under her breath she said "thanks for asking about my day, glad to know you're concerned''.Ally then

“You shouldn’t rest here.” Albert smiled. He whispered to her that he’d been thinking back to a long time ago, about the man who had loved a lady named Rebecca. Whilst he spoke, the girl shrieked. “What is it?” asked Albert, curiously. “My name is Ashley!” addressed the girl, cheerfully. Then she got serious again. “Keep telling” she begged. “The man” continued Albert, “loved Rebecca so much, that he requested her to marry him.” “Wow,” interrupted the little girl again, “like a princess and prince?” he nodded. “One day, Princess Rebecca had a baby. The baby had blue eyes and blonde hair. They named her Kaetlyn and she was the most precious little girl in his world. She was

Eve strolled through the foggy mist back to her apartment, alone, but this time, she is as calm as the streets at night. Eve is desperately trying to find words to say to her little brother John. Eve cries at the fact that John will grow up with no siblings and no parents, but she is a little relieved as they do have a loving aunty. As Eve approaches the door to the apartment, she wipes the tears off her face as she does not want John to see her miserable and upset. To Eve’s surprise, John is fast asleep with the cold still in his eyes. With Eve still looking down at John, she has a small smirk on her face as she has realised that this was the first time John has slept peacefully in a very long time. The midnight breeze blows

Anyway, I hadn’t been allowed to have the puppy in the house, and of course I would never ever sneak him in whenever my mom was out— sshh, don’t tell anyone— but I did see the faces the little guy made when he wanted something from Kara. All in all, back then, I believed it was tough to be a kid, but having a mom like mine made everything a bit easier. That’s why I’d always wanted to be like her. I’d wanted to make people happy, make them forget about their worries for a while, be their sunshine, as she was ours. There had been only one teeny-tiny issue… the blaring fact that I didn’t have a golden heart because I was never good at being peaceful or graceful, where my mom, on the other hand, was the epitome of those traits. It wasn’t my fault

Her eyes were the color of jade, her hair a deep ochre which was beginning to grey, her suit a muddy brown that was tailored with absolute perfection. One hand was wrapped around a leather briefcase with a handle of gold, and the other around the flimsy base of a white umbrella, shielding herself from the New York rain that beat like a drum, and shielding herself from the rest of the world as well. Her once beautiful face was aged with regret that clung to her like a child to its mother. She was willowy and uncomfortably thin, so much so, that she seemed as if she might blow away like a leaf in the wind. Her thin lips lay in the middle of her face, a harsh line of heartbreak, a decaying, painful, almost sickening reminder. Her fingers were endless, her nails bitten short, her palm covered in a deep blue sketch of boredom. She had the hands of a craftsman, but she was not an artist

In the early hours of the morning, the rising sun would exaggerate her radiant beauty. She would stand statuesquely by the glass window in profound thought, staring beyond the horizons. Red was a regular girl who had dreams and ambitions that were out of this world. Her view on life was positive; there was never a dull moment in her life. She had inner beauty that was vibrant with life, her soul so pure and innocent…