Ring Around The Rosy Analysis

Following our initial encounter with Jack, seeing him emotionally tortured by his own side. We see in Jack a good man, an ordinary man in the most extraordinary of circumstances. We are shown how important his family are to him. His eight year old son John is seriously ill with diphtheria, this prey’s on Jack’s mind. In the death and killing that surround him Jack comforts himself reading letters from his wife.

“I don’t feel good,” exclaimed the auburned haired girl with the tomboy look and ragged denim jacket. “I don't feel good at all. Where is my dog anyways? He should have been home half an hour ago” She looked around to hopefully find a trace of where her speckled, droopy eared beagle went and then she saw it, a huge contraption about a foot and half taller than ten feet. She ran to PawPaw and said in excitement “what is that huge thing in the barn?”

The mood throughout the story is quite mysterious. In the beginning, we meet the children who are exceedingly afraid of the Jack-in-the-box. Another significant fact is that no one knows where the toy has come from – it seems that the author wants the readers to believe that the toy haphazardly appeared. Something that is also noteworthy to mention is the description of the toy - the phrase ‘he’ is being used instead of ‘it’ (page 72, line 3). On this specific line, you can say that the Jack-in-the-box is becoming humanized and that is perhaps because it (the Jack-in-the-box) is a symbol/metaphor for a real human being.

Every time the children talk about the Jack-in-the-box it is grey days. The children have made up stories about Jack and his personality such as him being an evil wizard or that his box is a Pandora’s box and that Jack is there as a guardian to prevent all the bad things from coming out (page 72, lines 3-8). The whole idea about the children making all these stories up contributes to the fact that one of the themes are childhood – since they are children, they do not know how to describe it correctly, so they use their creativity to explain it to each other. When the Jack-in-the-box was placed on the mantelpiece the children would hide it away in the darkness again, which in fact means that the toy was hidden under all the other toys (page 71, lines 10-18). The whole idea of them hiding the toy leads me to believe that the toy is a symbol of something that is not good. Perhaps the toy could represent a person that have somehow harmed the children – violence, assault, etc. Something that adds to this theory can be seen on page 72, lines 15-32 where it is described that even though the children left the house, they still have separate memories that cannot be forgotten completely. They keep reminiscing the Jack-in-the-box, how they went there at night and how Jack would rise from its box and tell the children to come closer. This specific segment triggers me as the reader to believe that there could have been some kind of sexual

Nothing of interest was in the room, only dimly lit candles and trunks of old, moth eaten clothes. She felt as if someone, or something, was watching her, waiting to drag me into the shadows. Then there it was it was she was unsure but almost certain it was a ghost. The ghost was a white cloud like figure and its eyes and mouth were as black as the night sky's. It was more silent than the grave it arose from, staring with heavy lidded eyes and a slack mouth..As Emily turned to leave, “Don't go.” said a gentle voice, “we can be such good friends.” A blue-white glow filled the room making her skin appear paper thin. “Who are you” Emily asked in fear “We met the day I turned twelve. At the train station, you sat across from me with a small smile. Our toes could hardly touch the floor then. I remember being so very close with each other, but I don’t know how after what you did to me” Emily shook her head mutely. She'd been here an hour tops, or this was some nightmare. It wasn't real, how could it be. “Stay with me” the ghost repeated as Emily was trying to find a way out. She shook her head. “Why refuse

She dialed the number. “Park County Realty, Vern Wilson speaking” the voice answered. Cheyenne identified herself and the property of interest. “Is it still available?” she inquired. “I’m sorry ma’am, that property is under contract just this morning. But I do believe a similar and even nicer property will be available soon. It’s across the valley a little bit and it’s really nice. I believe the asking price will be about $85,000.” Cheyenne asked if there were more similar properties available in the area. “Well ma’am, out here, “in the area” is a relative term. If you don’t have to be right in the valley, there are several others available in similar price ranges” the agent said. Cheyenne clarified her requirements and the agent affirmed “Yes ma’am, I think most of them would fit the bill.” “Let me get back to you in a few days. I would like to schedule a trip to see the properties” Cheyenne told him. “Just let me know when you’re coming. I will sure be delighted to show them to you ma’am” Vern replied. As she hung up the phone, Cheyenne felt as though she could conquer the

Working most of December the first on her soon-to-be house rented from her aunt, Betty had been planning for her marriage for a while. A day full of repainting, cleaning, and preparing it to be lived in real soon was something she put her mind to complete. Mack worked for a financial company, and two of his customers sold him three room sets for their new home for $50. This included the living room, bedroom, and kitchen sets.

It was very quiet. Something in the corridor chittered loudly, like a shriek. It rattled both Vinyl and Octavia, but neither said anything. And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out its own roar that pounded away in Octavia. Then sound. “I have it there, just in case I can find my special somepony during my years at university.”

She pulls her scarlet coat closer wintry wind pushes by. Her delicate features scrunch up in discomfort as the bitter air pricks skin. Maria squints her radiant, jade eyes at the multitudinous papers posted on the wall and sees the multiple reports of missing people. As she warily strolls further down, she notices a large chalkboard covered with an innumerable amount of names. There is space beside the name Alma, and Maria furrows her eyebrows in confusion while searching for a writing tool. Her fingers desperately dig into the snow and uncover a small piece of white chalk. She scribbles her name down, and as she turns around her eyes find a doll that looks identical to her resting within the shop. Her emerald-colored eyes widen like saucers as she inspects the doll. The urge to go to the doll burns bright inside her, as if she is a moth to the flame. She looks at the oddly shaped door, her stomach churning in suspicion. The door is jammed and she gives it one final push with her shoulder, turning around in disappointment. The door opens to reveal her look alike, within her reach! Maria darts towards the doll, but not before nearly tripping over a moving object. Her breathing grows ragged as the doll heads over to the door, its entryway shutting. Her eyes slowly move back to the center table, where the doll no longer stands. Maria's green orbs finally rest on the doll. While debating whether

Jack replies, “No, I’m good. Thank you anyways.” He thought of two reasons he wasn’t going to buy the newspaper, he didn’t care much for today’s news and the man was being too rude to even think about doing business with.

So we began our journey to the next town. Three days later we entered the town, and decided to get a place to stay. Between the two of us we had enough money to rent a two bedroom two bath apartment. The apartment was quite spacious and came fully furnished which was perfect because we do not have a lot of free time to spend buying furniture.

THE ORNATE SCRIPT ON THE BOARD TWISTED in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup. When Claire pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. I wasn’t normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldn’t notice. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night, and Claire gave it to her. I got her a bracelet. She wasn’t wearing it. Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. Claire shook her head, oozing disdain. Rachel put down the piece. “It’s just a game, Bell.” She smiled, her teeth looking even whiter in the dim light. Rachel and I had been best friends since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. But less so when

“Jack have you noticed anything different about your sister?” I asked thinking he would know. Jack has always cared deeply about family and friends, he’s a very nice and friendly person

Now Jack is ready to finish the job and kill the baby that’s sleeping in the crib. But Jack soon discovers the baby is not in fact in his crib (insert sigh of relief). So, to be really thorough in his work, Jack leaves the house and follows the baby's smell up the hill to the graveyard.

He then decided on creating a different type of art. Brian grabbed his large stack of skin, a bundle of thick cord, and a needle. It took him hour on end stitching together sections of skin and filling his creation with hay. Once he had there was a voodoo doll looking monstrosity, made from various shades of flesh with hollow black button eyes and one needle stuck in every separate patch of skin. Yet there was something missing. Brian looked over the doll and realized he still needed a patch of gorgeous olive toned skin from an Italian woman. He set the doll in his desk drawer and set out to find his new victim. After a few hours of searching for the flesh of his dreams he was ready to call it a night until he saw her. She was a very tall woman with dark hair and perfect features, but the only thing Brian was staring at was her flawless skin. Brian quickened his pace to match the woman, staying slightly behind her. She eventually turned into an alley way and Brian saw his chance to strike. He grabbed her from behind forcing a chloroform infested rag onto her mouth until she grew