My Best Friend's Halloween Party

In “The Hallowe’en Party” by Miriam Waddington and “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, symbols are used to illustrate the different themes that make appearances throughout both narratives. In “The Hallowe’en Party”, there is an underlying message of hope that is conveyed at various points, though the most prominent is when the farm land is introduced. As an immigrant, Mr. Luria was likely nervous and scared about the idea of moving to a new country that was completely different in terms of society and culture. Despite this, he was determined to settle in Canada which would explain his need to “… [search]… for landscapes that were like his old home” (Waddington). He found a piece of Russia in the farm land

“Birthday Party” by Katherine Brush uses literary devices such as tone, point of view, diction, and sensory details to achieve her purpose.

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

I was a freshman in high school and I was fourteen years old. On October 14th, 2016, it was a “wear pink” day at my school for Breast Cancer Awareness. So I wore a pink T-shirt. Later at lunch in the lunchline, I happened to stand by Jadon Wulff. And we were talking about a rather weird topic. We were talking about spanish numbers which was rather strange considering I got back from Spanish. Later that day, there was a football game at home. I still got to watch it but there was a problem. I was in band

It was June of 1993. My dad, Ernest Scammell, was stationed in Leticia, Columbia, and my mom, Briahna Scammell, was in the city as well. The whole city was partying and there was a parade honoring Miss Columbia, who had won second place in the Miss Universe pageant. Both of my parents, my dad with his air force buddies, and my mom with her friends, were out on the town unknowingly about to meet each other. Now, my dad tells this story all the time. He says “The whole busy street of partying people went silent as soon as I saw her. Like they weren’t even there.” However, this is not the ending, this is hardly the beginning.

One night on Halloween, when Jeannette was only ten years old, she felt someone run their hand over her private parts. At first she thought it was Lori moving in her sleep, but then she heard a man speak. She yelled and Brian came running into their room with a hatchet that he kept by his bed and the man ran out the unlocked door. Their dad was not home that night and their mom was a very deep sleeper so Jeannette and Brian chased him down the street. A few weeks after the Halloween incident, their dad thought that the kids were getting used to city life too much so he took them all to the zoo for the first time. They made their way over to the cheetah exhibit. The author’s dad stepped over the chain and went by the fence opposite

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

A common story told around Halloween is the tale of the Headless Horseman. Within the past century, both Disney and Hollywood have given their views on the classic tale. Disney holds most of the original concept of Irving 's tale than the Tim Burton’s movie. However, the changes in the bridge scene, the concept of the characters, and the horseman takes valuable meaning away from Irving 's timeless classic “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

Although I was going around the hallways, collecting candy from the nurses and a few of the older kids, I knew there was something missing. It wasn’t the same as the halloweens I had been told about. I wanted out. I asked my mom later why I hadn’t ever had a real halloween. I must have used a poor choice of words because I watched as her face fell and she glanced down to her hands. She looked to my dad before smiling to me and walking out of the room. She didn’t say a word as the crossed the hallway and disappeared. I had forgotten about the interaction within a few

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

Cheerleading tryouts were announced one week after school started and Margaret, as well as my new friends asked me if I was going to tryout. I did not want to be singled out again, so I agreed to tryout only if they were going to. When tryouts arrived I tried out with Margaret as my partner. Two days later a blue colored envelope was handed to the students who tried out and mine began with, “ Congratulations, you have made the cheerleading squad.” I was delighted to see these words printed in black ink across the top of my letter. As the season continued I began to dread cheering, partly because I did not enjoy being in front of a large crowd and the other part was because I did not know some of the cheers. The football season ended and the basketball season commenced. Everything at school was going superb and as winter came the cheerleaders began practicing for a cheerleading competition, which would be hosted by a neighboring school. The night before the competition was supposed to take place Margaret had asked if I wanted to stay the night with her, Mackenzie and a few other friends. Later that evening I arrived at Margaret’s house in leggings, and a sweatshirt. I approached Margaret’s house to find that the door was locked. I called Margaret too see if she had gone anywhere, and then I heard a familiar sound, Margaret’s phone was ringing in the living room right inside the door. In the background of the ringing I could make out the sound of girls snickering as the phone rang, and then went to voicemail. As I turned around toward the steps to leave the front porch I heard a click as the lock on the door was twisted to the left. Behind the door revealed four girls sitting on couches staring at me. I entered the doorway only for the girls to start making fun of what I was wearing. Margaret then told

On June 10th 2016 I woke up and went out to start my day. Since it was summer I usually spend my days swimming or at home playing in the yard. That day I decided it was a perfect day with excellent weather to spend my day at the Plymouth pool. It was a great day to lay out in the sun and get a sun kissed glow, but most of all to hangout with my friends. I would usually spend my whole day from noon to 6:00pm at the pool, but this time by surprise my mom picked me up early and told me my brother and his girlfriend Renee wanted to take me out to Chicago with them. I was told I was going to go to a carnival or out to eat in Chicago, but my mom knew all along where I was going. She told me to find a shirt with dark blue on it but I never knew

I went trick-or treat .New Madrid all round town .On October 31 Halloween day. Me and my family such as ,sister,brother ,mom,aunt,uncle ,cousin .All the kids dressed as The Purge.We had on all black,hat ,black shoes ,and our face was painted like the purge had like different design .We had carry fake weapon .Every Time we got off the back of the truck we had a different routine .

A week before this crazy night there was a party on main st in orange nj , everyone was talking about it. Full excitement going through my body while I’m getting dressed and waiting for my friends, which felt like time was constantly going in slow- mo. I was very inpatient couldn't wait even a second to get in the party enjoy myself , I haven't had fun in a long time. Finally a car engine and loud music parked in front of my house having a feeling that's them , a big smile came across my face when

My last year in college, changed the whole course of my life. Near the end of my junior year, I befriended a guy, who never would become my boyfriend. I knew he was infatuated with me, so I lead him on. He ended up stalking me and making several death threats. I never understood the phrase “in fear of your life”, until then. Tallahassee Police Department (TPD) got involved but there wasn’t much they could do except file a police report and wait. This was a very frightening time in my life and consequently I became very disconnected with life. I never provided TPD with my stalker’s name, in fear that he would kill me if I did. I moved to a different apartment complex across town, thinking that it would make all my problems go away. He ended up finding me and making more serious death threats against me and my family if I didn’t leave Tallahassee.