Number 40 Essay

Even though she was at her house, she still hurried to get to school for the feeling of satisfaction and safety instead of staying at her house which is filled with fear and discomfort. Barry uses the main character’s actions to convey that the narrator only feels comfort when she is at school and that she always urges to be there. Secondly, in the passage that follows, Lynda Barry writes the narrator’s thoughts to show that just the sighting of someone’s safe haven can relieve panic. “ All I knew was a feeling of panic, like the panic that strikes kids when they realize they are lost. That feeling eased the moment I turned the corner and saw the dark outline of my school at the top of the hill” (Barry 1). The quotes conveys that just when the protagonist sees the outline of her school the feeling of discomfort simply disappears. The narrator’s mind finally went calm, as shown through the thoughts that went through her head. Thirdly, in the next excerpt, the author uses first person narrative to express the thinking of the central figure of narrative. “It’s only thinking about it now, 28 years later, that

Brockmeier shows Melissa as someone who ceases to exist. Throughout the short story, Melissa is limited in dialogue, and the few instances when she speaks, it seems as if Melissa is hiding and concealing her genuine thoughts. The night of her son’s birthday, the narrator realizes that he is faced with a distressed wife as she reveals that her, “life is a mess” (Brockmeier, 94). She foreshadows the object of the sky or the ceiling as a symbol, as it comes closer to the ground. Like

As a result of these roles, the daughter’s and mother’s perspectives differ greatly, thus adding tension between the characters. Since the family moves a lot, the teenage daughter has her own concerns. Such as, making friends, and trying not to be the “new kid” in school all the time. On the other hand, the single mother, has other concerns. These include trying her best to support her daughter, and going to Costa Rica to complete her research so she can graduate; and this is all “for the better,” for her and her daughter. In an intense argument about moving to Costa Rica, the mother states, “...this a wonderful opportunity for you,” the daughter responds, “Opportunity? For me? Or for you?” This depicts the rising tension between the mother and daughter. It is obvious that in this scenario, the daughter felt like she was powerless, and that her other always gets to decide everything. This causes the daughter to become contrary and withdrawn. At one point in the story, the narrator goes into her room, and ignores her mother who is trying to talk to her from the other side of the door. In the text, her mother states, ‘She paused for a moment then continued. ”Would you please talk to me?”’ This emphasizes the conflict between the two, since the tension at this point reached it’s peak. Since the daughter isn’t replying to anything her mother says, this really implies the emotional stress both the mother and daughter went through. In general, it’s hard to constantly switching schools and trying to make new friends, but in this case, it becomes evident that the narrator is at the end of her line. She can’t take it anymore, all the moving, and “fitting in.” This establishes a strong sense of emotional struggle from the narrator’s perspective. By doing so, the author makes it blatantly obvious that the

We learn from the first paragraphs that focusing on the scenery will help her forget the nervous depression which she has been diagnosed with: ""So, I will let it [her illness] alone and talk about the house"(947). The main character’s focus on the environment is the reason for which the reader gets plenty of information about the setting.

In just a matter of months, Sarah has hastily experienced and heard things that she hadn’t thought she would. As she moved into her cousin’s home, she begins to see how the

At this point, the veil of Connie’s naïve perception and reality breaks through. This begins the very quick transition from childhood to adulthood. As this change and discourse continues, Connie becomes afraid: “She backed away from the door but did not want to go into another part of the house … Her eyes darted around the kitchen. She could not remember this place, what it was, this room.”

When Rhys says, “She came to the worn stone steps that led up to the house and her heart began to beat. The screw pine was gone, so was the mock summer house called the ajoupa, but the clove tree was still there and at the top of the steps the rough lawn stretched away, just as she remembered it. She stopped and looked towards the house that had been added to and painted white. It was strange to see a car standing in front of it.” She was not sure why someone would be there. This leads too many thoughts through the girl’s mind, why is everything so different, have I been gone for that long, what has happened here? A question she had not answers for at that moment.

One of the key factors in creating the tone in this story is the setting. Oates choice of setting creates two distinct ideas helping to shape the tone. The first setting is the city, which can be characterized as a protective figure. The city offers Connie anonymity from her parents and from the other people. It allows her to be free and wild with no care as to the consequences. She is judgment-free in the city and allowed to fully express herself. Connie's house, on the other hand, is a "protective" cage, hidden away from prying eyes. The woods are often associated with confusion and mystery, which Connie often feels at home. The house is a gilded cage, it offers Connie "protection" from the outside; however, it is easily breached and allows

Melissa Glick is happy in her job filing paperwork for the Marriage Minded dating agency. When her boss's son is injured, Melissa must step into her shoes and interview clients. All goes smoothly until she meets the agency's most difficult client, the former Amish man Victor Byler, who is unhappy with all the arranged dates. Her boss insists that Melissa go to dinner with Victor Byler to find out the source of his issues.

Saturday became a continuation of Friday. From the early hours of 8:00 A.M., the business phone calls continued. Employee issues, individual Make-up Bar location issues. Luna spoke to resolve separate and different problems with them all. However, with phone in ear she was not deterred from attending her planned outing to the Farmer’s Market in Englewood, she had planned with Mauricio, Stella and Sol. Between calls and emails she was treading through the crowd. Visiting the stands at times proved to be task. Between words Mauricio fed her samples of bread puddings and fresh brie’s and figs. At the wine stand she made no qualms about second helpings.

The narrator feels lost because her reality has been turned upside down. She has to deal with going to a brand new place which is nowhere near her home and where she doesn’t know anybody and has to build new relationships. And, not only is the news upsetting, but she has no say in the matter. Her mother has already

They had gotten married on a date unfamiliar to her now due to the lack of memory in the relationship. She was married to Devin Collins, who was the captain of the chess club back in high school and now a physical education teacher. He grew up a lot since high school, growing muscles, strength and an ego. Samantha had three children, two girls and one boy. The boy’s name was Charles. Being the only boy he was over glorified and forgiven for most of his life by his father. The two girls, Amanda and Christine, were a year apart and stellar students but received no recognition. Samantha herself was forced by Devin to quit her job at the hospital as a doctor because of the children, even though she was sure it was of status and jealousy. As bad as Samantha’s situation sounds, one thing keeps her going. And it is the guy at the coffee shop. She did not know his name but they had exchanged a few words. By her understanding, he was a sweet, 6 foot tall, blonde haired man who seemed genuinely excited to see her every morning. Now, Samantha was a beautiful, vibrant woman. She had beautiful red curls that framed her freckled face. She was 5 foot 11 and had curves in all of the right places. Even being 44 years old, she looked 22. And every morning she felt that way when she walked into that cafe and saw his smile widen as she walked in. He looked at her with such lust and joy that her heart skipped a beat when he looked at her. But on March 10th of 2016, they had more than an exchange of words. She woke up at 5 in the morning with the same skip in her step as she does every morning. Today she decided to dress down and to take her computer and online shop. She put her hair in a messy bun, put her glasses on, a big sweatshirt, some sweatpants and headed out the door. She walked out her building with a deep smile on her face as she bounced lightly on her feet down the stairs. She walked into the

Melissa is finally going to close the chapter of her life cloaked in horror and guilt – if only she can survive the next few days...

The only thing Prim was sure of was the world she’d once lived in was very different to the world she was living in now. Primrose Everdeen lay on her bed staring at the pale grey of the ceiling in complete darkness. Since the reaping, her daily life had felt so surreal, to the point where she was certain this was all a dream. Prim’s balance of reality had toppled over and everything she was once certain of has been cast into doubt. Prim sat up slowly, carefully getting to her feet, worried the ground may not be as solid as she once thought. She floated down the hallway, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall. Her blonde hair hung lifelessly over her narrow shoulders, her skin was pale and colourless. She paced down the narrow

Through one of the many shattered windows in the castle, Sophie watched the remaining Crawfish ship float gently on the waves. The air smelled like summer. The sky was robin’s egg blue, real pretty, the kind you’d want on the day of your funeral. I’ve become awfully dramatic lately, Sophie ruminated, indulging herself another sigh of self-pity. Not that she was dying or anything, just… taking a permanent vacation. Ugh, that sounded bleak.