Poem and Short Story

She didn’t have a stable father figure, just men in and out of her and her mother's lives. Mary continued to play an adult role, considering she made sure the bills were paid on time and making sure her mom always had enough money. “I always counted the out the rent money Momma kept in the coffee can above the stove. We were always short and Momma would yell at me for counting it wrong. I counted right; we were just short” (Jackson 35).

But I truly respect women and believe us men aren’t anything with out them. Image Obama without

After months and months of preparing for the big race, the day has finally come. It was a perfect summer day, when Ronald Raptor and his friends Tiffany, Travis, and Barbra strolled up to the Blaze’n Race’n Track. Someone else was walking up too, a ginormous, mean, green, dinosaur named Tyrone the T-rex. Just a glance in his direction makes the hairs on the back of your neck spike up, but he was jealous of Ronald. To sum it up, Ronald wins at life, he has friends , he’s cool, and he beats Tyrone every year. “But, this year would be different” Tyrone thought with a evil smirk on his face, “I have a plan”. Interrupting Tyrone’s mastermind plot was Ronald’s laugh, making him remember how lonely he was, but nevermind that. It was time to start.

Marriage has been portrayed as many things throughout the years. In the short stories, The Story of an Hour by Kate Chopin and A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell both portray marriage, and how it does not always bring happiness. Each story was written by a married woman in the 1800s, this could reveal and interrupt how the lives of a married woman were in their time period. In each story, the main character is woman being overpowered by her husband, then when they find out they could be ‘free’ a sudden sigh of relief comes to mind. Only to be either be mislead or to feel trapped again. The authors Kate Chopin and Susan

Martha beings writing in her diary on January 1, 1785. We learn that up to this point she has had six children, delivered her first child as a midwife in July of 1778, and is now living in Maine. Later the family has to move due to the original home owners returning, and Martha is worried about the difficulties of living so close to their neighbors. However, she marries of two of her daughters during this time and we learn what the traditional marriage practices were in those days. By march of 1804, Martha’s husband has been thrown in jail and she becomes worried about the untrustworthy hired help. Martha describes the difficulties of being a woman on her own. Although Martha was good at what she did it was still hard to provide for her family. Other male doctors in the town received $6.00 for their work, while she only received $2.00.

three C’s, in Martha. This story illustrates Martha’s “commendable” act as she desires to serve

Secondly once her father died, she went to the funeral and was greeted with anxious looks and they treated her wrongly. The new family did not give her permission to see the body resulting in Martha’s hold deep her feelings, opinions and the right to fight back. Since the father remarried, the new family

In her early life, Mary had moved from place in Britain, due to her father’s unsuccessful attempts to become a noble farmer. Doing so he squandered much of his inheritance and wealth. Her father was a drunk, and often times would attack Mary’s mother in a drunken fit of rage. Mary often had to protect

Marie had threatened to cut off the baker’s widow’s fingers if she dared to lay a finger on the money they used to pay bills.The baker’s widow was unaccepted by the sister’s and their neighbors due to her negligible attitude. Although Martha believed it was her duty to stay at the bakery she decided enough was enough and brought the sisters far away from the old widow. Eventually, after a long time of living in freedom they discovered the baker’s widow had lied about her son and that she owed them tremendous amounts of money for the years she didn’t pay for the bakery. The sister’s then took back the bakery, but remodeled it into a catering building. Even when a new opponent presents itself stand your ground and do whatever you believe

A typical feature of melodrama is, for example a scene that contains a line of surprising intensity and power. Above all, this scene gives the readers immediate insight into a character. In this case, Martha

The second literary piece, “Used to Live Here Once” was less challenging and interesting for me, because there was not much of conflict in the plot. However, it is very predictable for me to feel pity since the author was able to successfully create a sad feeling in his piece. Further, the image of a woman “standing by the river” made me think that she might have been there for a long time already, and instead of appreciating the river; she already forgot how to appreciate any amount of beauty. I am personally not a fan of sad stories, but this specific story was able to capture my heart in that part when the

“[…] her usual Martha's dress, which is dull green, like a surgeon's gown of the time before. The dress is much like mine in shape, long and concealing, but with a bib apron over it and without the white wings and the veil. She puts on the veil to go outside, but nobody much cares who sees the face of a Martha.”(9)

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be

I quickly began to spill everything that I had just witnessed. “ Well my dad was hitting my mom, and she was crying and yelling for him to stop.”