In the desert stood a small and polite town. The low-slung houses nestled in beside each other burned a crisp white in the noon sun.
The stripes were not so visible on the back of his neck as across his little bare arms.
The sun was still high but the shadows were casting further by the hour.
His clothes, covered in torn holes revealing a constellation of scabby scars mixed with brown and purple markings.
The boy in the pram held on to the balloon’s ribbon so tightly with his chubby little fist that the skin around his knuckles began to pale and blotch. His eyes remained fixed on the balloon above him as his eldest brother pushed him through the maze of deserted streets. The sun was high but the narrow rows of flat-topped houses three or
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Eventually they came to where the desert drifted into the little town. The boy’s brother pulled the pram up the shallow incline at the foot of the dune and up into the desert. He pushed the pram just far enough so that they could look back over the town.
The sun was still high but soon it will begin to dip behind the dune the boy’s brother thought.
The boy never took his eyes of the balloon for the whole journey. He was waiting for a repetition of a moment that he had noticed by chance soon after they left the fair.
They had been wandering the fair in search of money. Any coins dropped on the ground by the children from the rides that tipped their pockets, or, by the clumsy adults flicking through their wallets in line at the snack venders. The boy and his brother milled about close to people keeping an eye out for any loose looking kids or pestered adult bent to blindness by the heat and their yapping children.
Near to the rolling Ferris wheel a kind woman surrounded by squabbling children let her hand down toward the battered boy and sent forward a ribbon and the boy took it in his hand and felt it tighten as the balloon lifted up above him and stayed there obediently.
The boy’s brother had spotted a pram hidden under the shade of an olive tree in the town square where the fair was held every year. It was away from the main attractions enough for him to brave an inspection. He checked that no one was watching and then
The boy never did see the dust cloud. They reached Lawrence and the boy got out as soon as he could. His shirt was stuck on his back and he kept rubbing his palms on his dungarees. He thanked the farmer but the man didn’t look at him, he just kept staring straight ahead.
In the story “Araby” the protagonist is portrayed by the author to seem young, which limited his ability to see past his dull, dead-end neighborhood. The author explains the boy’s carefree mindset by describing how the protagonist and his friends would run through the back lanes of the houses and hide in the shadows when they reached the street again.
“On the outskirts of town, within the verge of the peninsula, but not in close vicinity to any other habitation, there was a small thatched cottage. It had been built by an earlier settler, and abandoned because the soil about it was too sterile for cultivation, while its comparative remoteness put it out of the sphere of that social activity which already marked the habits of the emigrants. It stood on the shore, looking across a basin of the sea at the forest-covered hills toward the west.”
The 1950’s were called the “Happy Days” for multiple reasons. We were finished with a huge war, and our economy was booming. Social, political and economic policies were popping up everywhere. Many things define why the 1950’s were the “Happy Days” in the U.S. Whether it was the end of the Korean War for the U.S. or the economic boom that helped define what we call the “American Dream” the 1950’s were great times for America.
She became accustomed to the perception of a desert being portrayed as dull and lifeless (Being raised in Kentucky) until this trip. Throughout this scene, she expresses her fascination for nature, and uses a tone of awe and allurement while describing the attributes about the land with metaphors. This narration occurred following the first rainfall, when Mattie and Taylor decided to go to the desert. This passage which is distinctive of Kingsolver’s portrayal of the natural landscape shows her sudden awareness diverse atmospheres. By linking to the scenery to “the palm of a human hand”, the author uses the literary device of personification with the mountains and the town. Her phrase “resting in its cradle of mountains” associates the basin to a child, and the phrases “city like a palm”and“life lines and heart lines hints a grown-up. The terrain exemplifies a life from the beginning to end. Taylor describes the land my linking each attribute with lots of metaphors, which then confirms that the tone is “wonder and allurement” because it demonstrates that she is emotionally connected to the
It was easy to understand at a time like this, it was almost impossible for Teddy to got anything from his aunt and uncle. Still, Teddy needed things to play with. Like all children, it was not his fault for playing “humbler dwellings made from matchboxes and the covers of exercise books” even though he was already eleven. It was amazing to see how Teddy, a child with no parents, could pull through all of the lack of supplies and mistreatment under such pressure. Usually, aunt and uncle should have given children emotional support due to the poor care they provided. Despite all that, his aunt and uncle felt no melancholy for Teddy but teased him, laughed at him, and ruined his last place to belong. Teddy was a miserable child. However, what makes the audience truly sorrowed was how his aunt and uncle blamed Teddy for being too childish but after all, it was their fault for not providing Teddy a good home. They have all drown in their own world, like peering through a foggy window. Unfortunately, all they can see was themselves without caring about the child who was desperately trying to go above the sea to a world where he can live
“The mother removes her purse from her shoulder and rummages through its contents: lipstick, a lace handkerchief, an address book. She finds what she’s looking for and passes a folded dollar over her child’s head to the man who stands and stares even though the light has changed and traffic navigates around his hips… He does not know his part. He does not know that acceptance of the gift and gratitude are what makes this transaction complete… The mother grows impatient and pushes the stroller before her, bearing the dollar like a cross. Finally, a black hand rises and closes around green” (paragraphs 3-5).
In addition to the fight, the boys are once again thrown together to grab all the coins that they can. More concerned with doing what they are told and seizing the coins than pain they experience,
They noticed the differences between Free Creek and the beach that they were standing on, the way the water was moving, and the way the wind came about them. They began to take their shoes off and walk along the beach where the water met the sand walking by other couples strolling along the beach as well.
You will hardly come upon your first view within the pages of this book without realizing that you have been brought into contact with something altogether new, something new and at variance with the traditions of other days. If you are like most of us, you will wonder if the future is to look like this, and, if it does, what your place is to be in it.
About an hour and a half passed when he saw that he was heading toward a familiar supply store. It was the first sign that he was getting closer to his uncle’s houes. He quickened his step and finally was about 5 yards away when he heard an angry shout come from the closed front door of the store.
It was a gorgeous summer day. the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the world was at peace on the seemingly carefree sunday afternoon. church had just ended and the children ran fast and free ready to play. They ran two and twelve towards the town’s lake to go swimming, in order to ward off the heat of the noon sun. They stampeded through town bumping over numerous people and even one another to reach the cool blue waves. The menacing multitude took a sharp turn from the street to an old dusty road. The trees shook in the evening breeze and swayed slightly further when the children hurried by. Dust faintly clouded out the light that poured over the path. Finally they reached the dock and began to take off and swap clothes. The boys took off their shirts and pants and swam in their underwear, while the girls chose to go behind some nearby bushes.and exchange out their attire. When everyone was in they started to splash one another while laughing and shouting. A few of them dived under the water to search for fish and other sea life. When they came back, up two of them had seaweed, one held a starfish, and two others had a crab holding it by both sides. It was getting a little later in the day, but the kids were not quite yet ready to leave their fun to rest. They decided to play hide and seek even though the sun was beginning to make its descent behind the green curtains that were the distant hills. One child counted while everyone hid and waited. As he counted out
Jerry gets back to the bay he climbed on to the rocks where the boys
When Willy and Linda purchased their home in Brooklyn, it seemed far removed form the city. Willy was young and strong and he believed he had a future full of success. He and his sons cut the tree limbs that threatened his home and put up a hammock that he would enjoy with his children. The green fields
The author starts off the story with many details to the readers to show what the city of Chicago was like during this time. This was a good way to start the story because I was gaining background knowledge of the amount of violence that was going on during the time of the World's fair, and it showed that this was more of distraction away from all the bad things going on so that the American people could lift their spirits.