Ground Zero: A Short Story

In the poem Mighty Oak by Kathy J. Parenteau, there are so many messages of hope and perseverance. Thee the way how Kathy J. wrote this poem leaves the reader with a feeling of hope and determination throughout each line. Kathy J. wrote this poem after grieving her grandfather's death, she saw her grandfather as the oak tree because he was very strong and also because of his strong faith. In the poem Mighty Oak, the author believes that it is very important to have resilience during hard times. This is the main idea of the poem because of the characteristics of the tree and because of the authors use of poetic devices.

As Mrs. Mallard is up in her room, she sits in her comfortable armchair, exhausted and motionless. She could see out of her window in which everything around her is in bloom, spring has arrived. “She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all

In the beginning of the book, Melinda is assigned to draw a tree in art class. First Melinda goes to art class and gets a simple tree to draw. “Tree. Tree? It’s too easy” (p.12).

Almost immediately after telling the readers about her first crush, the speaker, setting up for the second part of her story, begins to use vague phrases and abstract imagery to tell the rest of her story. The speaker remembers “lingering far past curfew [with the paperboy]” and the “gray [air]” that surrounded her (7-8). She tells of the “huge shadow of the hickory” that shrouded her with darkness, that allowed her to be in the shade (9). These vague details and the darkness offered by the tree’s shade allows for the interpretation that the speaker will soon fall asleep in the hickory’s shadow and begin to dream of the

A symbolic importance is placed on where the tree is planted. Due to the fact that it lies on top of her mother’s grave, it reinforces the idea that her mother is watching over her and presents herself partially in nature.

“Two days later, Franny’s map led me to a field that I had always walked by but which, though beautiful, I’d left unexplored. The drawing had a dotted line to indicate a path. Searching nervously, I looked for an indentation in the rows and rows of wheat. Just ahead I saw it, and as I began to walk between the rows of paper dissolved in my hand. I could see an old beautiful olive tree just up

Unlike other supernatural beings demons didn’t really have a leader so demon luke walked around Earth in his human form. Normally he would kill humans as then the rest of the years that the humans were supposed to live were given to him and this way he got live for centuries.

Less than fifty yards from her friend’s dirt driveway, the bald tires on the Ford abrasively kiss a massive oil slick and for this reason, the truck spun out of control. Eventually, it slithers sideways, abruptly stops, and barely misses by inches, a large, deep pool of thick muddy rainwater in which Estelle Louise’s rural mailbox stands dead center. The moment her pale blue eyes fixate on her friend’s, rundown two-story clapboard house thirty feet directly behind the mailbox she shouts out to the man upstairs and reminds him in case he forgot that at sixty-three she has a weak heart. Politely she asks if he were deliberately trying to stop her ticker from ticking. Now, if that were true, she would be forever grateful, if he would kindly

Melinda’s tree art in the fall is just like Melinda, bare and lost. She doesn't know what to do with herself, she doesn't know what to do with the tree. She has no words and no ideas. “I stay awake. I take out a page of notebook paper and a pen and doodle a tree, my second grade version. Hopeless.” Melinda is at a

The September 11 attack known worldwide as 9/11 was a series of four coordinated terrorist attacks by the Islamic terrorist group Al-Qaeda on the United States on that early morning Tuesday killing 2,996 people. Leaving the vast majority devastated and the recovery harsh. In the article “Tourism And Sacred Ground” author Marita Struken focuses on the meanings that have been generated about Ground Zero, which is “… a site where practices of memory and mourning have been active tension with representational practices and debates over aesthetics: a place, one could say, defined and redefined by a tyranny of meaning” (168). Examining how reconfiguration of Ground Zero as a site of cultural memory production has produced particular narratives of redemption that participate in the production of innocence and the political acceptance of the tourism of

To understand the controversy of whether Ground Zero is a sacred space, you have to know what is meant by scared. We can often point out a church, mosque or synagogue as being scared, because of a widespread belief, sacrifice, rules, and rituals. We can also look at places in nature that are scared and have a special meaning to diverse cultures. In the indigenous culture a place that is scared, would be something spiritual, alive, culturally essential, or deserving of respect, however a place that is is just spiritually, or culturally important, rather than scared may not seem as important to protect to other people. Ground Zero has remained a part of American history for the past 14 years, and I believe should be considered a sacred place.

With meadows, "heavy woods" (22), "trees of white flowers" (24), the forest becomes a pool of spiritual energy that radiates goodwill. The widow plans to spend time alone in the comfort of nature in pleads of help. " [She] feel[s] that [she] would like/to go there" (25-26) and lay and enjoy nature and forget her worries and feel "[her] joy" (17) return. She wishfully "fall[s] into those flower" (27) that once "were [her] joy" (17) in life to remind herself of nature's charm. She wants to see the nature "color some bushes/yellow and some red" (13-14) and "load the cherry branches" (12).

North of the house, inside the ploughed fire-breaks , grew a thick-set strip of box-elder trees, low and bushy, their leaves already turning yellow. This hedge was nearly a quarter of a mile long, but I had to look very hard to see it at all. The little trees were insignificant against the grass. It seemed as if the grass were about to run over them, and over the plum patch behind the sod chicken-house.

It’s literally just a plain cardboard box that has been sitting in the basement and unused for eons. The box is probably dusty and stinky by now since it has been dwelling in the basement for years, and it’s most likely home to some sort of creepy critter. No one dares walk into the basement, so no one has ever even opened this box. It could be any variety of things inside, but will anyone ever know? No one will ever know because even the owners of the house do not visit the basement. There’s an ominous feeling around it, that no one cares to hang around in. Why wouldn’t someone along the line open the box? Because the basement has an eerie feeling and because the box is tucked away in a dark corner that even light can’t touch. Plus the story of the box has been a local tale around the town for ages.

It took most of two days to chop all of the cabin’s firewood. During this time, Mrs. Rayes spent her time alternating between drink and sleep. When Laurence had chopped all of the cabin’s wood, Laurence began to explore the forest that lined the cabin’s yard and that confined the day’s light to a small, square patch of dried grass where upon his quaint cabin stood. In order to mark his passage through the tangled forest, he made small, triangular gouges in the trunk of every seven or five or three trees. The ease in which his hatchet cut marks into the limbs of each tree excited Laurence. With each successive mark, Laurence felt his life made all the more significant. Without conscience effort, the marks he made in each tree became deeper and more damaging. Some three hundred yards from the edge of the forest’s wall, Laurence, thinking once more his mother, hacked away at a singular tree until he