Jaenna set the bird on a stone and eased the arrow from it's breast. Poor lil creature, she thought. All tha places it migh've flown had it's life not just been snuffed...
She squated down over a puddle a few paces away and swashed the arrow's head around in the water. As the ripples disappated, Jaenna gazed straight down at her reflection. She imagined that the hair that dangled over her cheeks were wings, albeit, sodden wings. And wondered where she would fly if they were. She bobbed her head slightly up and down...
"What have we here, salypus?" a voice cracked behind her. "A bird with a bird"?
Jaenna was quick to her feet realizing the accent was not like hers.
A swinnish man man skulked near a tree, probably late twenties, but looked twice that.
Jaenna's senses flashed like fire as a knife carved a swath around the bark following the movements of the brute. She raised her chin as if to assure her herself able to handle the situation; and hopefully to assure the little man as well.
Actually, he wasn't that little, maybe a bit short in stature, but he had a hunch in one side of his back and it left an impression. Likely from the oneress work he performed for whatever outfit he became lost from or escaped. One thing was clear, he was from the Badlands; and though not common for one of her ilk to run up against one so close to home, it wasn't exactly rare either.
The wretched man slumped a step forward and adjusted the crooked-nosed helmet on his head by pushing up
Bird with the broken wing. - the bird was flying in circles, representing Edna’s thoughts in her ind swirling and her dwelling on trying to escape but not being able to.
10). The text showed the bird’s perseverance that, despite successfully facing many trials. ultimately led to failure. It is inferred throughout the story that the majestic is bird is not local to the area where
Magonia by Maria Dahvana Headly is a fantasy book on the protagonist Aza’s fight between choosing between supporting her “native homeland” Magonia or Earth. There are two main characters: Aza and Jason. Born with a rare, unexplained disease called the Azaray/Elmer/Clive syndrome, Aza can’t breathe in oxygen properly. Jason is her childhood friend that has stuck by her side through thick and thin.
delicate vision of a bird: “I fly with my own wings. I don’t need anyone else to hold me up.”
One of the women made the comment that Mrs. Wright used to be pretty and happy, when she was Minnie Foster not Minnie Wright. This is just the beginning of realizing that she was just pushed to far into depression and couldn't live up to John Wright's expectations anymore. The Wrights had no children and Mrs. Wright was alone in the house all day long. The women perceive John Wright to be a controlling husband who in fact probably wouldn't have children and this may have upset Mrs. Wright. They eventually find vacant bird cage and ponder upon what happened to the bird, realizing Mrs. Wright was lonely they figured she loved the bird and it kept her company. The women make reference to the fact that Mrs. Wright was kind of like a bird herself, and that she changed so much since she married John Wright. They begin looking for stuff to bring her and they find the bird dead and they realize someone had wrung its neck. This is when they realize Mrs. Wright was in fact pushed to far, John Wright had wrung her bird's neck and in return Minnie Wright wrung his.
"Heath, be careful!" Duece hissed, tugging his friend along. The two turned the corner and immediately met up with Clawd and Clawdeen.
Suddenly, her sharp bird ears picked up a small sound. A sniffle, from down the hall. Silently, she turned her wings in that direction and found Reesa sitting in an armchair. Her inner agent relaxed, but noticed that the girl’s face was red and covered in tear tracks. She must have noticed Marya’s bird form flying down the hall, and for some reason began to cry harder.
“Well, for instance, when I left her to-day, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. `The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering
Bird was a timid, blushing little woman, of about four feet in height, and with mild blue eyes, and a peach-blow complexion, and the gentlest, sweetest voice in the world;- as for courage, a moderate-sized cock-turkey had been known to put her to rout at the very first gobble, and a stout house-dog, of moderate capacity, would bring her into subjection merely by a show of his teeth. Her husband and children were her entire world, and in these she ruled more by entreaty and persuasion than by command or argument. There was only one thing that was capable of arousing her, and that provocation came in on the side of her unusually gentle and sympathetic nature;-anything which in the shape of cruelty would throw her into a passion, the general softness of her nature” (91-92).
The bird, in itself, is a symbol of Mrs. Wright’s life and her happiness. The event of the bird’s death shows how Mrs. Wright’s husband killed what she loved and how he was oppressive to her. He took away everything that was valuable to her like her bird, and her love for singing. “No, Wright wouldn't like the bird," she said after that--"a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that too.” Mrs. Hale even admits that he “killed” Mrs. Wright’s singing (Glaspell 12). “The women reason that the strangled bird
to come. He adjusted the sword on his back with the sound of leather scraping metal.
We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow? (800)
And when, after a long while, this storm had passed, the maid was seen; and she cried aloud with the sharp cry of a bird in its bitterness,-even as when, within the empty nest, it sees the bed stripped of its nestlings. So she also, when she saw the corpse bare, lifted up a voice of wailing, and called down curses on the doers of that deed. And
“James,” he says. We begin walking where there is a bundle of people and he looks concerned. “How about I send you to the sheriff’s station? They will surely help you out,” he says. “If it will help,” I say. The chirping of birds seems to follow me, it triggers a memory of home. When Mama and I would take short walks through the meadow behind our home. Whistling along with the bird's melody is what we did. Back then, I had no worries at all. Now, all I have is worries.
I am from a small rural town populating roughly 1000 people, grew up with loving parents, and an otherwise ‘normal’ life. A lot of things in my life changed when I was a young teen, and these experiences have largely impacted the person I am today. My family (i.e. both parents and sister) are all Christians, although I identify myself more as an Agnostic. Because of this and because of my experiences, I have become a very open-minded and empathetic person which I believe are strengths I have in communicating with others. Although I have grown a lot in my ability to communicate effectively throughout the years, there are certainly still areas where I am limited in which I will discuss further in the paragraphs below.