How Did Victoria Steal?

The sniper reached into his pocket. He pulled out a knife. Small and silver but extremely sharp. He didn’t think. The sniper stabbed his mother, right into her back. Hearing his mother screaming and watching

While patrol officers were clearing the residence to make sure there was no one left in the house there was a assault type rifle located in the bedroom located in the East end of the residence.

then went up the stairs to her room. Mitchell had a knife to her throat then told, her I will

2. How does the author use detail to show and not tell in both pieces?

“Demaris was shot.” He stopped. “I’m sorry.” Then he left without saying anything else. After we heard the slam of the door, I fell to the ground. My mother and I laid there the rest of the night and cried ourselves to sleep.

When they arrived, Katie opened the door immediately. They showed her the same picture of the gun they showed to John and asked the same question. Katie had no problem going to the safe in the closet leading off the master bedroom where the gun was always kept. They got to the safe, and the gun was lying on the floor right in front of the safe.

3) “He pressed the trigger and there was a loud report accompanied by the wail of his wives and children. He threw down the gun and jumped into the barn, and there lay the woman, very much shaken and frightened but quite unhurt.” (39)

He clicked on the flashlight; its wide beam illuminated the room again. Shining it left he saw near him the light panel, its door juxtapose from the box. Knowing the killer would have never touched this he reached

It has been at least an hour and a half since the attack. She does not remember anything that happened. She slowly get up and reaches for the doorknob. A sudden shot of pain went up her arm. Blood then started dripping from her hand. She had been cut. A knife stabbed her in her hand. “Ow.”, She then blacks out.

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

And what mostly the reader wonders is who is this person that wants to kill her? It just makes the reader want to get to the end and find out all these questions. At the end of the story he has fallen asleep with these tranquilizer tables that she has given him and meanwhile she's stroking her fingers along his cheeks and she asks to her self "I wonder if tonight will be the night he will finally kill me." Here is where suspense comes up again and makes the reader wonder even more who is this person that even though he tried to kill her she's stroking her fingers along his cheeks? Well this question is answered at the end when The author finally reveals it to the reader when Victoria says "Meet Evan, my son."

“You hit his leg. You need to work on your aim.” He turned toward the trail the gunmen had taken. Now that he’d thanked her, he could get on his way. What was he waiting for? His job was to find a murderer.

An ear-piercing crack erupted through the bar. Everyone in the bar flinched, facing what produce that deafening noise. The female in the center of the bar holstered her gun before reaching into her pin-striped pants pocket.

The first chapter will analyze where in the story's structure the wallpaper stands, and how it differs from other characters and objects mentioned in the story. Then, after a brief evaluation of the relationship between the object and the main character, the next chapter will examine the process of interaction between both, and the importance of this relationship in regards to the narrative structure. Lastly, after a look at how a lifeless object can narrate at all, the paper will finish by reviewing what objects like the wallpaper can reveal, and in which way they do so.

Lavinia froze; Her mind drowning in a sea of terror. Her hand, Shaking and trembling, reaches down to the entry table. Pulling out the drawer, she slowly raises out a loaded revolver. Carefully lavinia moves up the stairs, creeping like a thief in the night. She reaches her bedroom door and cautiously turns the handle. The door opens and lavinia slides through the doorway. Putting her back towards the wall, she faces the door with both hands on the trigger. The air becomes stiff and bitter as the walls start to close in. Heavy footsteps approach the door and a voice calls outs “Lavinia”? The gun