Narrative Essay: Penelope Mckay's Life

One day, after setting her chair on the sand, Caroline laid her blanket near her umbrella. Worried about getting a sunburn, she raised her umbrella and lay under it. After a brief nap, Caroline began rising to her feet when she realized she had forgotten where she had laid her cooler. She soon found it laying near her car, just where she had sat it earlier. She decided to pick it up and lay it down near where her blanket

In literature and art there can be many origins for the inspiration of the writer or artist this inspiration can sometimes be biblical, mythical and historical. In fact, Greek mythology has been the inspiration for much literature and art for its unique stories and tales. Some of the most memorable works influenced by greek mythology is the painting Penelope and The Suitors by John William Waterhouse and the poem ¨Penelope¨ by Dorothy Parker. Both Penelope and The Suitors ¨Penelope¨ by utilize the myth of Odysseus and Penelope. This mythology portrays the sorrow of penelope as she waits for her husband's return from ten years of war and ten years lost at sea. The mythology illustrates her undying love and faithfulness to Odysseus.

In the opening scene of Jane Martin’s “Rodeo,” there are many stereotypical props used to portray the beer-drinking, hard-working, cowboy image with the characteristic country music playing as an added touch. Most people are familiar with this type of scene in their minds, with a man as the character, but not this time – we find a tough, smart, opinionated woman with a distinctively country name of Lurlene, and the typical cowboy kind of nickname, Big Eight. The reader will dive deeper into the true character of this unusual woman and realize that she is no different from the average woman in today’s workforce. She is feeling the frustration of discrimination and the push out of the only lifestyle that she knows, by “Them” (1667).

All the memories flooded back into her head like the elementary school flood during the storm. The flashbacks she had been having for years were becoming real life , and she didn’t think she was capable of moving from that bed. The bed of an evil woman is my final resting place. Penelope wasn’t a praying type, but in this time of need she prayed to God that her father, or one of her siblings would come home and find her. She also prayed that her father would leave the abuseful household before his name ended up on divorce papers and a death certificate. Penelope had been laying there for what felt like an eternity, until she heard the snap and crack of her legs. Her mother was dragging her off the bed and through the floor and purposefully

In the opening scene of Jane Martin's "Rodeo," there are many stereotypical props used to portray the beer-drinking, hard-working, cowboy image with the characteristic country music playing as an added touch. Most people are familiar with this type of scene in their minds, with a man as the character, but not this time – we find a tough, smart, opinionated woman with a distinctively country name of Lurlene, and the typical cowboy kind of nickname, Big Eight. The reader will dive deeper into the true character of this unusual woman and realize that she is no different from the average woman in today's workforce. She is feeling the frustration of discrimination and the push out of the only lifestyle that she knows, by "Them" (1667).

Everyone has that stereotype about the popular pretty blonde girl. That is the reader's’ first impression of Penelope. When she first learns Arnold’s name, she laughs at him and whispers to her friends. “What’s your name?’ Penelope asks. “Junior.” I said. She laughed and told her girlfriends at the next desk that my name was Junior.” pg. 59. When I first read about Penelope, I wondered if she was just going to be a mean popular girl, and if her only purpose was to be rude to Arnold. Every popular girl has something fueling them to be mean, and I wondered what was fueling her. Arnold’s first impression of Penelope was how pretty she was. “She was so pretty and her eyes were so blue. I was suddenly aware that she was the prettiest girl I had

After returning home to Ithaca and removing all the animals from my palace, I was finally able to spend time with my beloved wife Penelope. She aged since the last time I’d seen her. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she was much thinner. I knew I caused this; I felt terribly sorry. But nevertheless, she is still my beautiful queen. Her silky dark locks of hair fell around her lovely cheekbones. It wasn't just her hair or her high jawline that got me. Oh no, it was her eyes. She has the eyes that you can look into and get lost within its bottomless depths. She has the alluring grey eyes long lashes. It’s not just the unique color that I love, it is also the passion, the faith, the strength, and the knowledge that are held within

It was an average suburban day, the soft hum of an old Mercedes-Benz 190D is heard rolling through the streets as the luxury vehicle makes its way down the sparkling bitumen road. Pulling into house number thirty-three, the vehicle comes to a stop and out steps a gorgeous blonde, fresh from the salon having received the classic brushed-under bob. The click, clack of her high heels echo as she makes her way through the white picket fence and towards the front door. She is greeted by an African-American maid who ushers her inside and to one of the card tables where *pause* she sits and plays solitaire with her fellow white American friends.

“Before we go downstairs can you at least tell me their names?” “Joseph and Lilian.” “What about that woman with the red hair and the little girl.” “That is Joseph's wife Violet and their daughter Samantha.” “I'm a grandfather?” “Yes” “Well you know what they say a healthy diet, exercise, and being reincarnated just gets rid of all those pesky wrinkles.” With our conversation over with Penelope opened the bedroom door and walked back downstairs so she could finish cooking. I got off the bed and started walking towards the door when Harriet stopped me. “Listen you know I never liked you, but I swear if you hurt Penelope or my grandchildren I will kidnap you and throw you out of a moving car then to make sure you're dead I will go back and run

Alyssa sat in the back of a taxi, hands resting in her lap full of white satin. The car crept at a snail’s pace down Broadway and then lurched to a stop past Waverly Place. She twisted the ring on her fourth finger, fearing that she would be late. Although,

Her mother didn’t play with her, she missed her mom so much, she often would wonder how her life would have been if her mom was around to raise her, she thought, of how she wanted it to be. Namely, going to school, living the life she had always planned, she always wanted to live a life without sin. She knew that for sure she knew how to be a decent woman. She thought since she made her mistake by becoming a teenage mom, she can restore it by continuing her walk with Christ and continue to make do with her career, Victoria never wanted to give up on her dreams. That fantasy was short lived, again with the same person, you would’ve thought she had learned from her first experience with Jose. Especially, her seeing this creature like a demon pulling the prison bars apart.

Hi my, name is Sheila I’m 26 now and I’m writing a letter to Torey, and how she helped me through the tough times and changed me. When I first got into Torey's class I was scared, and shy. Torey welcomed me into the class, even after my past she held me when all the other kids made fun of my smell. Torey would take me into the bathroom and wash me and clean my clothes so that the kids wouldn't make fun of me anymore. I didn't want Torey to leave me like my mama did with Jimmie.

At ten o'clock in the evening, I knocked on their hotel room's door. I carried a tote bag. A pretty girl with long, wavy blonde hair still wet from the shower, turquoise eyes, and a shapely, Barbie Doll model-type figure in her early twenties answered the door. She ushered me to the coral flowered sofa and asked what I'd like to drink, either vodka or merlot. She introduced herself as Brooke and said her husband’s name was Rudy. Rudy stood up from his chair to shake my hand.

Actually, her father had helped her move in and he had begun various physical therapies a week later. As expected, the first drive off the cliff had been a stressful ordeal. Luckily, Penelope had enough forethought to bring along Edgar, he used his exceptional abilities to calm her father’s anxiety. She had explained as much of the experience as she could, but it was still rather taxing. Unlike Cassandra, Penelope’s drive had been far more gentle, she accelerated just far enough so the first tires hit the barrier and then let the field glide the car to the ground. Regardless of the delicacy, his knuckles were pure white against the door-jam when they finally reached the ground. Penelope had planned on asking Cleo for a favor, she wondered if they physicals therapist might be capable of doing the majority of their work at their home.

There wasn't a day that went by when these guys didn't drink and he was thankful for the ability to keep up with them. "Watch the next one to come up." Someone had leaned over to shout in Bryce's ear. The music in the club at deafening, but it was nothing compared to how loud these guys could get. Bryce slammed his shot back and flashed a fake grin, "F u c k yes! Get her out here." He shouted back while pouring himself another shot. Did he care to watch some stripper dance? Not really. But he had to pretend.