Lavinia Narrative

The young woman opened up her door and immediately felt that sense of uneasiness again even though her home was full of light. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured that her boyfriend, James, was just taking his usual night shower. She went into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water. As she drank the cool liquid she felt an immense feeling of relief. She advanced toward the bathroom. She walked down the hallway heading towards the closed bathroom door. Alecia felt a sense of panic and anxiety when she felt her foot become slightly submerged in a liquid on the floor.

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

As bullets swathe the night, ripping through the bushes with intent to dispatch of human life, seeing the air disturbance caused by the trail of the bullets, indicates where the bullet is and where it is going and because of that, she is hesitating to aid her mom. However, the ground is very wet, and darkness is the canvass. The gunfire is sporadic at best, and the fiery trails of the bullets actively strike everywhere penetrating her mother once again, this time embedded in her chest. Michelle screams. Sickened by the sight Freddie turns.

These walls mock me. I can't escape this confinement. I've studied everything in my cell, the walls, the floor, bed, door, window, every pattern, every inch top to bottom. I see scars carved into the wall from people counting their days away. I count every second, minute, hour that i'm stuck in here, everyone seems to be longer than the next. It's hard not to think back to that moment but sometimes I can't help it. His voice fills my thoughts, every time I hear him it brings me back to that moment. The cool air of the night whistled through my town, as i turn off my car i hear the engine cutting off. I stop take and take a deep breath, i reach over to the glove box and grab the glock 45 the cold steel touches my hand. I put it in my jacket and walk into the store. I hold the gun up to him and say “give me the money” his face drops he tells me you don't want to do this to stop, it's too late now though there's no turning back. He throws the money on the floor, as i go to pick it up he grabs something from under the counter. I freak out and pull the trigger, i didn't mean to, i didn't want anyone to get hurt. It feels fake replaying over and over. Every sound, every smell, every emotion. I remember the whole night. I can't do

Lela wouldn’t say that moving to the Bronx wasn’t a great idea but she thought it. The only good thing that came from moving was her best friend, Jake and even that wasn’t everything she thought it would be. Jake wasn’t the problem, she loved Jake, he was great. The problem was his mom, Mrs. Johnson. Lela wasn’t a troublemaker. She got good grades, was a good influence, did everything she was supposed to and more, but that had nothing to do with the fact that Mrs. Johnson didn’t like her. Mrs. Johnson didn’t like Lela because Lela was white.

Shakespeare’s revenge tragedy, Titus Andronicus, features what seems to be an endless cycle of vengeance, violence, and uproar, but amidst this chaos, there is a character who is silent for majority of the play. Titus Andronicus’s virtuous daughter, Lavinia, is a character who is tragically raped and mutilated by Demetrius and Chiron. They cut off her tongue and hands so that she is unable to name them as her attackers. With the play alone, it is difficult to illustrate and interpret Lavinia’s thoughts or feelings since she cannot speak nor use her hands. However, the movie version, Titus, allows the audience to expand their knowledge of Lavinia’s character whether it is through her clothing or expression.

Stashing it under the loose floor board, she then locked all of the windows and doors in her house. She knew he would arrive soon. Crash! The sound of a window being broken on the other side of the house. Sooner than she thought. All she could do now is load the gun and wait.

Leaving her room she was about to enter Rin’s room when she heard a tiny whimper and a shuffling in the bathroom down the hallway. Saskia bolted for the bathroom, the hallway never felt so long to her before. As she was about to enter the bathroom a man, a strong, tall, and very well built man ran out of the bathroom running toward the window at the end of the hall. Saskia griped her knife and lunged at him, but apparently missed because he succeeded in jumping out the window with a practically a perfect landing and ran. Too concerned for her sister’s wellbeing Saskia ignored the broken window and the man and whipped into the bathroom to find her sister lying on the bathroom floor looking just like what her mother did that night, eyes staring at the ceiling as if all the life had been drained out. Kneeling down next to her sister Saskia started to sob profusely. She couldn’t stop. Pulling Rin up into her arms, she thought. Her only sister, her only family left is now gone. She continued sobbing, then she stopped, it was unmistakable. Rin’s body was smothered in the scent of the man that killed their parents, but why would that murderer have come back? Was he trying to finish off something that he started, if so why didn’t he kill me? Looking at her knife she noticed it had blood on it, apparently she did manage in taking a

As Lelia’s belly continued to grow, the winter of ‘55 felt endless, followed by a spring that brought copious amounts of wind and hard-driving rain. As a result, the raw cold air escorting the early springtime rains in Maine kept Lelia and her children chilled to the bone, as well as hardworking: stoking the fires until the end of April.

La Lorona seems to be a personification of the classic myth. The Spanish documented events well; so, it is likely that the narrative is based, at its core, in truth. Its evolution from a tragic tale to a ghostly legend was probably the result, like countless ghost stories, of superstitious people trying to explain something they do not understand like a sound or mysterious wail heard in the night. As with all good stories, it spread quickly through the fireplaces and campfires of New Spain, then, to much of the New World. The legend was slightly changed as it was passed on, resulting in many versions. La Lorona illustrates the lengths some people will go to for revenge or survival. Some accounts testify that she killed her children for revenge

Nakita drove through the back roads away from all the cops , she would be spotted on the main roads . She parked her car that was in walking distance to her next house , she creeps up to the house , see's the mother watching TV in the living room. She knows the victim has no father and no other people staying in the house right now. She walks around the back , picking the lock at the back kitchen door. The kitchen was semi lit up with lights on by the brick wall stove , she walks slowly to the living room , pulling out a long kitchen knife from her pocket. She hand gags the mother , pushing the knife to the back of her head , she hears her choking on her blood , she then stops tilting her head down . Nakita pulls out her syringe , walking towards

I find what happened to Lavinia horrific and appalling. While she did get revenge on those who hurt her and those who knew and did nothing, her revenge was equally appalling. I feel that in time she could have moved on, to an extent. She could write with her mouth and could have probably had fake hands made and learn to write with them. Not to mention, both her father and her uncle are respected officials in Rome, so she could have gotten a servant to help her. I feel that there had to be a way for her to live with some happiness.

I heard her coming so I quickly ran back to my room before she noticed. When I got to my room I started to sob quietly but I had to keep it together because I needed to remember to get Lulu back and to do whatever I could to keep my dog. After I pulled it together I called my friend and she told me she could come over tomorrow so we could make a plan to find my dog and keep her. Then once we got off the phone I went into my mom’s room and sat on the bed.

“Normally, the crickets and birds sang in the evening before the sun went down. But this time they didn't, and darkness set in very fast. The moon wasn't in the sky; the air was stiff, as if nature itself was afraid of what was happening”

Merle Hodge ‘In the life of Laetitia’, published in 1994 by Farrar Straus Giroux of New York; Paperback, Aerial Fiction, 244 pages. The Novel was written by Merle Hodge a Trinidadian novelist and critic, she’s a lecturer at the University of the West Indies, she’s also the Author of the 1970 novel ‘Crick Crack, Monkey’, which is a classic of West Indian literature. The story is about an adolescent girl (Laetitia) who begins on a life changing journey, after successfully passing the common entrance exams that enables her to attend the government secondary school in La Puerta. It was a dream come true, as no other member of her family had an opportunity to obtain a secondary education. It bring to