Poppy And Parson: A Short Story

After deciding to rent the house, John suggests that Kate stay in the large upstairs bedroom. She would much rather stay in the pretty room, but she always obeys her husband. She is still spooked by the house and starts to secretly write in a journal to relieve her mind. She writes about the house in her journal, but mostly about the walls in her bedroom. She finds the yellow wallpaper that covers her room very disturbing, yet interesting. She describes of the wallpaper’s “rings and things in the walls”, “lame uncertain curves”, and “outrageous angles.” She even notices that the wallpaper is “torn off in spots,” accusing that the children must have had “perseverance as well as hatred” (Gilman

Another aspect that contributes to the stories’ setting is the descriptions of the homes of the Snopes and the Griersons. Miss Emily’s home is described as being decorated and clean with many details in the woodwork, and the Snopes’ home is told to be a paintless, two bedroom house like the many others they had lived in. Both homes in the stories have become the symbol for the class of people which they house, but as Miss Emily had shrunk from her aristocratic mindset, so did her house. The location of the action of both stories cannot be more different, but their locations contribute greatly to the mood created in the stories.

The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.

The bunkhouse was nearly empty, the men in the dining hall. The sun was just rising above the horizon, peeking through the dusty windows. If a blind man walked into the rectangular building, he would have never known a man named George was sitting on a bunk near the blackened stove, gazing at the floor, his eyes full of morose. The mattress next to him and the shelves hanging above it were empty, as if no one had sat on the bed or placed their belongings on the makeshift apple box shelves in a long while.

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

When we went inside the spiral white wood staircase had fool’s gold railing. In the kitchen there was a table with 4 twine wrapped legs, and a wood stove with a chimney. In the living room there was 3 small chair couches and another chimney but this time with a fireplace. When we went upstairs there were 2 bedrooms, another living room with 4 couches this time and another fireplace. In my bedroom there was a big dresser with plenty of space, and there was a window, with a window screen, and glass! The bed was big and luxurious. And John’s bed was smaller but luxurious. His room was pretty much like mine, except mine had a fireplace with a chimney.

Penny and David lived in the city of love, and in love they were. They grew up together

The bland sight of the Poltergeist house creates a sense of surprise when it becomes the source of all the family’s

It has been three months. I just can’t do it anymore. It all started when I came back from Hawaii. I was so excited to come back to school after three weeks of vacation and see my two best friends, Mabel and Penny. They, however, made other arrangements.

Two lit floor lamps, similar to the ones in the foyer, reside in the back corners of the room. Two sofas, made from dark wood and dressed in fine cream fabric, lay cornered to one and other. One between the two lamps, the other, opposite the fireplace. The warm glow of the fireplace draws my attention, inviting me to sit beside it. The cream, marble mantelpiece has grey lines winding through it like lines on a road map. An assortment of silver picture frames lay scattered along the top of the mantle; one, in particular, catches my eye. The man in

The parlor is described as “sparsely furnished… a lack of warmth and vigor” showing that the family doesn’t care about material belongings such as expensive furnishings and accessories (Wilson 1). The setting reflects the values and attitudes of the characters. The setting notes place the Piano at the heart and vocal point of the room. The grand piano dominates most of the decoration because it holds the most value to Doaker and Berniece. The piano’s legs are covered with mask-like figures, artfully carved in the manner of African sculpture. The stair case that leads upstairs gives Berniece and her daughter Maretha a separate place to live while her brother and his friends crowd the kitchen and living room. The small house is perfect for these 3 people but things start to get interesting when their family and friends jump in

As I came to the Parris’s house, I was rather on the serious side. I made Mary Warren have a feeling of shame. Then Abigail came in. I… still felt sinful of my affiliations with her, but nonetheless, I ask Abigail with a smile what’s the mischief this time. She told me it was just some silly game that they had. She then proceeded to flirt with me, and said multiple things about the event that cause the town to say witchcraft. Her uncle, Revered Parris, scared off the group when they were doing an event in the woods, and Betty was just frighten is all. The smile on my face grew noticeably wider as I said they’ll be hitting the stocking before they turn twenty. I took a step to go back, but she leaps into my path. She told me to say a word, the

They were passing a magnificent antebellum mansion on the left. A deep-buried memory hovered on the edge of consciousness just out of reach. She knew this house, but how. Something wasn’t right. It shouldn’t be here. It belonged further down the street. She could visualize a large crystal chandelier above a glossy wooden floor with the rugs and furniture removed to make ample room for their guests to

I was making a futile attempt at cooking fish when Sam strutted into the backyard of my house. Well… not my house as my house had been set ablaze during Sam’s fruitless battle with Drake Marwin. That word perfectly illustrates Sam… “fruitless”, otherwise conceited works just as well. Anyhow, Pete is still playing his game that lacks batteries. Batteries as well as a plethora of other amenities have become uncommon throughout the FAYZ, but, thankfully, this does not bother Petey. When I began to struggle to find batteries for Pete’s game, I worried that I would be unable to control Pete. It is amazing how Little Pete is able to adapt to the lack of batteries. He somehow just imagines his game.

The physical world of the play looks old and simplistic. The Prozorov household looks grandiose but empty, the interior furniture and wallpaper are simple and quaint. The emptiness of the house reflected the three sister 's yearning for their return to Moscow. Most of the furniture seen around the house, such as chairs and tables, are made out of wood. A simple white laced tablecloth was placed over the rectangular dinner table. Silverwares and cups were neatly placed in front of each chairs as guests filed in the living room one by one. When guests entered the room, they are greeted with candles from the chandelier as lunch was being prepared. The smell of