Pericia Marigold: A Short Story

In the short story “Marigolds” by Eugenia W. Collier, dramatic characterization used to deepen the meaning of the theme by making them analyze the story and the characters more critically. Reading the story in third person, the readers get a good idea of Lizabeth’s personality. Early in the story, Lizabeth is shown to be on the verge of childhood and adulthood, when she has to carefully decide whether she should throw the stones at the flowers or not. Using dramatic characterization, Lizabeth’s personality alters, letting readers get to know the reasons behind her actions. Lizabeth undergoes some emotional changes throughout the story, and the readers get to see her cope with these feelings. When Lizabeth witnesses her father crying, she doesn’t

Both Lee and Collier use diction and imagery to create a mood of lethargicness. In “Marigolds” by Eugenia W. Collier the narrator starts by discussing how “I remember only the dry September of the dirt roads and grassless yards”(Collier 6-7). In this excerpt the diction in words like dry and the imagery of the lifeless landscape show the mood that it is lethargic and slow. In the second excerpt, from “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee she talks about her hometown, Maycomb, and describes the town on a sweltering day and says “In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalk, the courthouse sagged”(Lee 1-2). The diction in the words like slop and sagged indicates that there is an absence in people taking care of

In the story “Marigolds,” the author, Eugenia Collier, uses voice elements to support the poignant tone of the story. In the story, Collier includes a metaphor that evokes a feeling of sadness when her father cried. Lizabeth heard “[her] father, who was the rock on which the family had been built, was sobbing like the tiniest child,” (Collier 404). This reveals that Lizabeth’s father is the strong foundation that built the family and gave it confidence, love, encouragement, and a role model. Although was the foundation of the family, his wife worked every day making her the breadwinner. The metaphor eventually destroys Lizabeth confidence because her dad is crying and that gives her insecurities that something is going wrong. This relates to the poignant tone because the metaphor evokes the feeling of sadness.

In the story Marigolds, by Eugenia Collier, the main character Lizabeth has conflicting emotions of her child and adult feelings as she goes through adolescence. Many teens today can relate to the indecision and inner conflict that can and does occur during this time of life. Many things spark the conflict, like her father's bitter despair about being in poverty, her brothers choice to taunt an old lady, and her decision to wreck the only beautiful thing in town, a garden of marigolds. Through the story, these conflicting emotion make her realize things about life, and that a person's ideas and views can be altered by experiences that occur during adolescence. The first example of an experience that Lizabeth goes through is when she hears her father crying in the middle of the night.

Diane Sanchez Mrs. Andrews English 1 Honors 06 March, 2024. Actor Jennifer Aniston voices that “There are no regrets in life”. Just lessons.” This idea of regret is displayed in a short story called “Marigolds” by Eugenia Collier that discusses a young girl coming of age, understanding that some actions cause regret. This idea is also discussed in “Tamara’s Opus” by Joshua Bennett, as he illustrates his regret at not learning how to communicate with his sister.

In Eugenia W. Collier’s short story, “Marigolds,” the narrator’s experiences support the idea that one cannot have both compassion and innocence. The story is written in first person by a woman named Lizabeth who is recalling some life-changing events from her childhood, in which she undergoes significant internal conflict and change. “I recall that devastating moment when I was suddenly more woman than child, years ago in Miss Lottie’s yard,” (Collier, 1). Lizabeth was eventually able to grow and see the world from a more mature and realistic point of view. The events experienced by the protagonist allowed her to realize for herself that she could not remain innocent while having compassion.

Change is never easy especially when you don’t realize it’s happening. Eugenia W. Collier's short story “Marigolds” is an excellent example featuring Miss Lottie, a positive woman who tries to overpower the ugliness by bringing colour in the grey times and planting marigolds. She faces daily struggles of being taunted by a bunch of bored kids including Lizabeth, an unbalanced teenager who is fighting her own battle inside. They use Miss Lottie as a source of entertainment by yelling dirty words, mocking her age and many other shameful actions. In this short story Colliers shows that you shouldn’t be selfish and hurt anyone just for the point of your entertainment.

The story Marigolds by Eugenia W. Collier is a tragic coming of age story. In the story, she uses setting and dialog to create a rich atmosphere. Both help explain the motivation of the characters and their reactions to events.

On this day it was hard to get out of bed, so I had to use my window seal to pull myself up and all I could see was complete darkness throughout my house. Then I heard someone yelling “Lizabeth!” and I looked out my front oval window and saw my Marigolds all smashed and ruined. So then I opened the window and all I could smell was the newly developed smell of dew and my smashed Marigolds. Finally, the yelling stopped for a second and then I could hear a little boy crying and saying, “Lizabeth, stop, please stop!” So I walked out and saw a little girl in my Marigold garden. So I walked up to her and she got really scared and just stared at me and I think she was just trying to recognize who I was because it was pitch black out. Then she recognized

The sun is out shining down on the bright sparkling marigolds, it’s quiet, nothing's open and nothing to do, but lay around and think about the stage of the world right now. I walk outside and see nothing but dullness, the dust against my feet, and the small town around me, there may have been green grass, and roads at one point a while ago “but memory is an abstract painting” . Behind me is a small shack “leaning together like a house that a child might have constructed from cards”, with no porch, on a small lot with no grass around. I have one thing that is held close to me that makes me happy, they are bright against the dust, they are my marigolds. I notice Lizabeth has her eye on the marigolds, LIzabeth doesn’t want someone to have something

At a young age, children do not understand the importance of having compassion as for they hold innocence within themselves. Growing up and maturing into an adult, children begin to progressively lose their innocence as they become more of a compassionate person because one can not have both innocence and compassion simultaneously. In fact, a coming of age short story called “Marigolds” written by Eugenia Collier, tells about a young girl named Lizabeth who grows up to become a compassionate person. For the most part, Lizabeth tells her childhood experience in a flashback on how she mostly remembers Miss Lottie’s marigolds. Ultimately, Lizabeth decides to destroy Miss Lottie’s marigolds out of anger because she hears about her parent's economic struggles. Shortly after Lizabeth realizes what she had done, she realizes the meaning of why Miss Lottie plants the marigolds. Throughout the short story, “Marigolds,” the characterization of Lizabeth helps develop the author’s argument that one can not have both compassion and innocence. The three events that show this is, when Lizabeth hesitates before throwing the rocks at the marigolds, hearing the sounds of her father’s sorrowful cries, and eliminating Miss Lottie’s marigolds.

There was an eerie silence as she walked down the corridor. Click clack click clack.. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the walls. She glanced out the window, the clouds were rolling in a deep black front. The trees were contorting from the wind, flashes of lightning illuminate her face. Those soft, caring eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. The epitome of perfection. She quickly pulls herself away from the window, she can't be distracted. Not now. Patient 13 had escaped and she was the only staff in. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. Time was running out, she had to find the patient before the storm hit. She had checked every floor except for this one; floor #2. Something seemed different about this floor to her. There was something off. There was no humming of equipment like there would normally be. Just silence. Rooms 210-224 were empty and untouched. All the sheets

“These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections - sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent - that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.” In the novel The Lovely Bones written by Alice Sebold it that takes you on an expedition that re-lives the heartbreaking moments of a life and formation of new connections between the ones that were affected by the tragedy.

A long time ago, far far away was a little village called Icelandic. The little village was an excruciatingly hot town, ruled by the powerful Goddess Pavlof. The villagers would daily be in pain from the vibrant heat, they wouldn’t complain for their queen; for they knew what would punish the courageous soul.The villagers would try to leave, but always ended up back in their homes or find some reason to stay in the boiling town until death. One day, a villager tired of being scared, a young woman of the name Poinsettia. Though, she was small and weak young lady, she knew it was imperative for her to take action. She just wanted was to feel some kind of coolness in her life, even though all she ever felt was the blazing heat. With a positive in mind state nevertheless, Poinsettia marched into the castle with her confidence up to the roof and stood high while faced with the queen, “Oh my dear goddess, may you let some of the cold air in the village?” Sitting at her thrown, Goddess Pavlof looked down at her for a minute before she started to cackle. The only sound that was heard throughout the castle was her cackle echoing through the halls of the castle, as she wiped the tears in her eyes from laughter Pavlof told her,“The only way you’ll ever feel the cold is if it rained from the sky,” said the Goddess. As she cackled, she signaled the guards to take her to the dungeon. Without putting up a fight, she allowed the guards to lift her off the ground and take her to the freezing