Short Story: Mary Cheapmann

Many people perceive 1950s housewives as having dinner ready, preparing themselves, cleaning the house, but in the short story “Lamb to the Slaughter”, by Roald Dahl, Mary Maloney upsets that traditional picture. Mary appears to have a very caring and gentle personality. Mary loves and loves to be around her husband. When Mary receives devastating news, she breaks. Mary Maloney is an ordinary housewife, loving wife, and seems like a genuinely happy person, until she snaps and kills her husband.

While Helen had parents who took care of her and a family who did well for themselves, from a young age Anne had to take care of herself living in a poor house with her brother until he died. The one thing they did have in common was Anne’s already failing eyes. She lived in the poor house alone for years until one day when an inspector came and she declared how much she wanted to attend school.

Many years ago in a little village there lived a beautiful girl named Maria. People said she was the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Maria thought she was better than everyone else because she was so beautiful. As Maria grew older, her beauty and her pride increased. When she became a woman, she would not even look at the men from her village. She thought they weren't good enough for her. Maria wanted to marry the most handsome man in the world, a man that was good enough for her. One day, a man visited Maria’s village. He seemed to be just the one Maria had dreamed of. He was a dashing, handsome young rancher, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. Maria instantly knew - he was the man for her! She knew just how to win his attention. Whenever the rancher came for

There once was a young girl who lived with her parents in the city. The girl had no siblings and was all alone until a stray cat followed her home. Never before had she had a friend, so she kept the cat and pretended they were kin. Little did she know that the cat’s loving act was all a show. The girl named the male cat Smokey because of its gray fur. Its fur was as soft as silk and its paws were like tiny black boots. His neon green eyes glowed like rays of sunshine. He seemed to be gentle and loving and one of a kind. One day the girl left to go to school and Smokey snuck out of the house to find some food. “I’m starving, I’ve been wondering the streets for months and that useless girl couldn’t even leave me any food lying out.” Then, Smokey

One night as I was traveling through Sleepy Hollow, I seen a beautiful woman who watched me ride by. I could not help but to keep her alive because the glow of beauty that her shiny brown hair and blue eyes gave off. I

“John” time for breakfast Dear. Ok stepmother, he said with a yawn , Time for school and get dressed now . Once John got his clothes on he got a little bit of cereal and warm milk . he went to his room to get his backpack.and he did not brush his teeth, his mother didn’t want to spend any money on

The scent of freshly cut grass wove with the smell of newly planted roses. He sat on a old and decayed wooden bench with his faced turned from society. In his hand lies newspaper titled “monster in the park”, that was torn to bits and covered in mud. In front of him, a flock of pigeons pecking at some bread crumbs, even they looked at him in disgusted. A new piece of paper is laid on her lap, his body she sketched, her eyes taking in even the tiniest of detail. She was fascinated with how every time a person would walk by and how it made his back straighten and smile brighten which then follows with sadness as the 10th person walked straight past him. She thought to herself, how can this single man – just like everyone – could be ignored. Because

Long ago, before people had an understanding of our world, and all ideas were new ideas, there was a beloved family in England; the Moore’s. They were a good family, hard working and truthful, but one day the father disappeared. The family had sent him off to go and buy bread in town, and he had never returned. Murdina, his wife, cried for days, wishing badly for her husband to return. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and still there was no sign of him. Every day Murdina cried a river, and with every tear shed, her hope faded. Soon the family fell under hard times, with no one providing for the house, money became an issue. The eldest son soon went to go find work, but there seemed to be no job ready for him to take. One

s the lighting crackled and struck the pavement below, people sent sympathetic glances towards the child who was held by two grown men who held her tightly by her wrists. She screamed, yelled and tried her very best to escape but to no avail she failed. Her strength was not enough to beat two grown men. The lightning struck once more before vanishing together with the two men and the girl who was supposedly named Britney.

The air was filled with the aroma of white roses. Muffled cries wondered in the distance, the sun brightly shined through the green oaks that branched over the glass church. A couple standing side-by-side, one wearing a beautiful elegant white silk gown, the other, a dashing, and well-fitted black wool suit. To the right of the groom was the best man, blushing, for the woman standing next to the bride captivated him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her for her beauty was mesmerizing. At the same time the woman couldn’t stop glancing back at him. She looked down at the bouquet blushing for she has never seen such an elegant man star at her before. It was as if the ocean where meeting the shore for the first time. They where strangers, but something about the way they looked at each other and the aura they projected triggered an unexplainable connection as if they have been together for centuries.

It was a thirty-kilometre trip each way from Singleton to the Wambo mine and husband Ken came home each day covered in coal dust and exhausted. He was a man of few words so they didn’t really argue very much and, he usually nodded off in the middle of her daily report anyhow. For some, this existence might have been OK but not for Doris, she was tired of being what she perceived herself to be; a servant. She looked around her tiny house, and

Sally has a garden that she loves. Her garden was the most important thing to her in the world other than receiving a baby from God. Her garden had beautiful flowers and herbs that you could see from a little window at the back of their house. But this time when she goes to the garden, there's a guy that she thinks is cute.The guy comes over to her and says, “My name is Sal Frade.”

Grete and her parents sat in the truck as they drove on the countryside road. Grete looked out the window as she winds her window down to feel the countryside breeze coming from the east. Grete looked out the window at the river on the landscape, Cows walked across the plains. Grete said,” It’s quiet out here….it’s peaceful.” Mr. Samsa turned around as he said,” I got a job at the farm I start today...will you be fine helping your mother place the furniture in the house?” Grete looked over at her dad as she said,” I’ll be fine.” Mr. Samsa drove on the dirt path towards the house. Mr. Samsa got out the car as everyone followed. Mr. Samsa pulled their luggage out of the truck as Grete and her mother walked onto the porch. Mrs. Samsa opened the door as they walked in. Grete looked around as she was amazed by the curved stairs to the second floor of the house. The wooden floor complimented the house perfectly as they looked at the wooden walls. Mr. Samsa brought the luggage into the house. Grete walked up to a bedroom as she looked around. Mrs. Samsa walked in as she said,” Everything fine?” Grete said,” This room is nice mother, where’s your room.” Mrs. Samsa looked at Grete as she had a smirk on her face. “You’re standing in it,” said Mrs. Samsa. Grete looked at her mother awkwardly as she said,” Well, where’s my room?”

Mary Canary is the main character of the story she is a 15 year old girl with Autism.Mary is very polished small girl with jet black hair, a small nose, rosy cheeks and smooth tan skin.Some people would say she was made out of Porcelain.Although she seemed perfect she was not she had a darkness inside that bothered her. Besides that Mary has a gift that she shared with the world she could play Piano better than anyone in her home town Welwyn Garden City. With her talent she had a sliver spoon in her mouth even her unseen flaws faded away.Over all Mary had a good life, two parents, a full blown scholarship to the Musical college of her choice and she was a healthy girl. Till one day after one of her concerts at the Cervello Theater a common place she performs. Mary slipped past the mass of her fans after the show to catch some air outside. Mary was running so fast hoping no one would notice. They usually don’t she is so small she could weave through.Her parents the Canaries were too busy talking to potential clients the to notice her.The show had gone well like always. Even getting a standing ovation and encore.Mary was sad and overwhelmed when she performed she would usually have her sound blocking ear pieces yet for some odd reason they were forgotten them, the sounds was just too much to handle. Mary had so many fans, even the newspapers wrote about her. Headlining Mary Canary Next Mozart??? All these positive things Mary has accomplished as young child yet she was still

Bigger Thomas wakes up the next morning, after killing Mary Dalton, in his home. He is struck with fear and believes that he should go back to the Dalton’s home to see if Mary’s body has burned in the furnace.