Short Story Of Bram Nortrum

This past year has been very rough for isabel she has been enslaved, branded, beaten,separated from her mother and father. Theses tragedies are more than enough for a 13 year girl to take all at once, In this quote that i am about to read you, you can really feel and see her pain that she is going through and knowing that she's not quitting. “She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my

It is evident that this literary work has an expressive approach. The author shares a personal experience of rescuing a kitten from “beneath her house.” In her reflection, she reveals what the basement symbolizes to her, which is both comfort and death: comfort, because she finally rescues this “tiny creature”; death, because she is in need of a rescue herself. No one else is aware that she is beneath the house, and she is so far beneath, in a small space; she feels as if she may be stuck and die there. She compares her feelings to what she thinks a fetus may feel right before delivery, and states that,“what the body remembers of birth it anticipates as death.” Erdrich expresses her emotional reactions throughout, and she carefully selects words that cause an aesthetic effect. She says the kitten has a “piteous cry” that she can hardly stand to hear. Then, she gets so close to the kitten and brushes its fur, but the kitten “scrambles away,” and she feels a “slight warmth” come over her, which is a “mad calm.” This “mad calm” pushes her to complete this rescue mission. She continues to try and catch the kitten, and she continues to fail. Her desperation is apparent, but she prevails and “takes a deep breath, and remains patient,” and finally she catches the kitten.

“It was December and the weather bitterly cold. She was a tiny mite, the size of five years, though, as afterward appeared, she was then nine. From a pan set upon a low stool she stood washing dishes, struggling with a frying pan about as heavy as herself. Across the table lay a brutal whip of twisted leather strands and the child's meagre arms and legs bore many marks of its use. But the saddest part of her story was written on her face in its look of suppression and misery, the face of a child unloved, of a child that had seen only the fearsome side of life. These things I saw while seeming not to see, and I left without speaking to, or of, the child. I never

Now I feel that the thief is getting what he deserves. When they leave the thief standing in the road “the boy” becomes extremely upset, “And They set out along south with the boy crying and looking back at the nude and saltlike creature standing there in the road shivering and hugging himself.” “Oh Papa, he sobbed.”(McCarthy 258). I am now starting to feel the compassion the boy has towards the thief “He was hungry, Papa.” “He’s going to die.”(McCarthy 259). They finally take the thief’s clothes back and pile them in the middle of the road and I am glad of this. Later as they were lying down at camp I believe the man was starting to feel guilty, and he spoke “I wasnt going to kill him, he said.” “But the boy didnt answer.” “They rolled themselves in the blankets and lay there in the dark.” “He could tell the boy was awake and after a while the boy said: but we did kill him.”(McCarthy 260). When “the boy” made this comment I felt deep remorse and disgust in myself for having felt so harshly toward the thief in the beginning. I also felt happiness and relief in this story when “the man” and “the boy” found the underground shelter behind the house in the field, I felt as if I was there with them discovering the grand riches this den held! “Oh my God, he whispered.” “Oh my God.” “What is it

Her eyes were blinded by the sight of the lightning. Margot stepped slowly out of the closet. She looked at all of her so called “friends” thinking of why they did this to her. She thought, “What did I do to them to deserve this?” She had never shoved their faces in the dirt, or stolen their lunches, she had never spoken a word to anyone. Maybe that was the problem? She cared for the other children even though, they were not as intelligent or self-assured as she was. She didn’t degrade them for this, in fact, she wanted to be like them. Margot hated every part of being different. She wanted to forget the sun that she used to see and be like the children.

“My heart was pounding and blood was rushing to my temples and ears, beating over me in waves. A voice inside my head kept repeating, ‘Be careful! Be careful!’ ” This quote proves how Adeline was worried about how she was treated when approaching Niang. Words like ‘pounding’ and ‘beating are used to build up the sensation of nervousness and apprehension. Adeline shares her life events in order to evoke sympathy from the reader and to inspire other unwanted children. “To those who were neglected and unloved as children, I have a particular message. In spite of what your abusers would have you believe, please be convinced that each of you has within you something precious and unique.” Adeline believes that every child is unique and should be encouraged to do anything. She uses a wide variety of graphic content throughout the book to capture the reader’s sympathy and action towards her. This graphic content shapes the audience’s thoughts, opinions and their

He never understood this treatment fully and completely. Why did his father abuse him as a child? Why was he the test subject for his father’s careless experiments? Why was his life ruined by his own father?

It started raining yesterday on the trip here. The open wagon provided no cover, no comfort. What little things we had brought were soaked through. Mr. Avery, our driver, was a very harsh man. He gave no consolation or pity. Nothing but hate. A wicked old man he was. The wagon ride felt like torture. It was the longest four hours of my life. There was no conversation. Just Abrahams coughing, and my sobs, the baby didn’t cry, she didn’t smile either. Caleb tried to ask why we were so sad. I couldn’t muster the strength to answer. Poor boy. The second I stepped foot off that wagon and onto the dreaded ground of that farm I knew this was it, hell. Oh, I wanted to snap that woman's neck the second she struck Caleb. He’s just a boy. That woman, Ms. Ada Jaggs, was a witch in every sense of the word. And worst of all my husband and son will be separated from me while we are here.

Never Enough A parent’s love for a child should be endless and unconditional. They should be there to praise a child when they’ve done good, help them learn a lesson when they’ve done bad and comfort them when they have been hurt. This isn’t the case in “The Rocking Horse Winner” there is always money involved; there is never enough of it. In “The Rocking Horse Winner” the author shows the extent a child will go in order to gain the love of a parent.

She found herself in a pillared hall that must take up most of the ground floor of the building. A very inadequate light was shed by a pair of enormous bronze candelabra standing at the foot of a showy marble staircase set in the center of the hall, which seemed an inefficient use of space. Much vague sculpture loitered in the shadows along the walls. The marble floor supported some random rugs and a few ugly sofas and chairs, poorly arranged.

His mind began to churn through imaginary images of Erin being subjected to the kind of pain, hard manual labor, and deprivation those of the lower classes were exposed to on his world. It shattered his soul, to think of someone so innocent being treated with such crass indifference. Surely, he must be

Lost, was all that she could think, for the girl had given up hope so long ago. She knew no one would come to her, to save, to free her from this dreadful cage. They continuously beat the frail girl to the colors of black and blue. This had made her feel like a abused animal. Although the pain lessen with each beating, she got.

A group of people who are very rich and elite people are visiting the virgin forest in Norway Norseland. Mother and son lion were walking in the forest.

Abram, ‘Do you prefer the suffering screams or peace?’ At a cross road Abram stood still, facing the right side of the stone wall, eliminating from that side is where the strangers voice echoes, the height now clearer is narrow, rocky and dark. Faint screams and moans rage consistently, the music is ignited once more, shouting out once again, ‘What happen to them, why are we here? Laughter smoothly echoed, suddenly ceasing as the music followed in its footsteps. The Rumble vibrates then stopped while the steel doors doused itself with electric currents! Racing backwards Abram is deadlocked within the short length of his cell. Blaring, the word, “Chow”, the doors slide open and levitating mid-height, entering into his cell, a silver tray of food, before the doors slide shut, a man dressed in black stepped forward throwing a bag on the floor, while another kept his weapon directed towards Abram, the doors slide shut! Approaching with caution, examining the bag it contains green scrubs including the basic toiletry supplies. Standing up, he gently grabs the tray on both sides, the tray automatically shut down, pacing backwards to sit he examine his meal. It's dinner, milk with a bottle of water, raw veggies, fried cod and fries, topped with packets of sauce and ketchup. Attempting to take a bite of fried cod, echoes of faint screams now hold strange gurgling sounds, listening intently those un-godly sounds are soon disguised simultaneously, another piano

His idealized expectations disillusioned him and thus left him feeling great loss. It wasn’t the fact that he couldn’t triumph in his quest to impress the girl who lives in his neighborhood that made him feel this way, however, it was the fact that he had invested so much expectation and hope into this one pursuit that it destroyed his ability to ever look back at things the same way, it destroyed the innocent lens he had. Reality is a hard road to take and once it sets in, it can’t be ignored. To go back to childish beliefs of adventure and magic is only teasing and a waste of time wrapping up in the unreal.