Short Story Of Estelle Louise

Written in 1894, “The Story of an Hour” is a story of a woman who, through the erroneously reported death of her husband, experienced true freedom. Both tragic and ironic, the story deals with the boundaries imposed on women by society in the nineteenth century. The author Kate Chopin, like the character in her story, had first-hand experience with the male-dominated society of that time and had experienced the death of her husband at a young age (Internet). The similarity between Kate Chopin and her heroine can only leave us to wonder how much of this story is fiction and how much is personal experience.

When they arrived Mama and Kirst went inside, Annemarie and Ellen went for a walk. They walked down a path where they saw a cat that was eyeing them out. When they reached the ocean Ellen told Annemarie how she and never been to the proper ocean, only the harbour because her mum was afraid of the big sea and that it was to cold. The girls sat on a rock and took their shoes of. When they felt the water they got straight back out again. They then started to talk a they saw Mama waving for them to come back. When they got back Ellen as holding the kitten that was well asleep in her hands. Mama asked if they saw anyone and asked of the girls to make sure that they stayed out of sight from anyone else. They started to make dinner for when Uncle Henrick returned. The girls were getting ready to go to sleep when Ellen asked about her necklace when Annemarie responded by saying that it was in a safe hiding spot. While they were trying to fall asleep they heard the adults talking about why Henrick didn’t have a wife. Annemarie remembered the old times and how things had

From somewhere in the stillness, she felt a soft breeze on her neck and heard a faint whisper in her ear “Lacey....” A trickle of fear ran down her spine as she gave a furtive glance around the room. She was alone, wasn’t she? Were there vagrants in the area? Afraid and needing to hear a human voice, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

In her room, Louise sinks into a comfortable chair and looks out her window. Immediately the image of relaxation seems to strike oddly. Reading this story should

Louise Beal was done. She was worn out. She was over it. Louise tired and coming home from work. When she turned down her street and saw cop cars and ambulances everywhere, with blue and red lights flashing and sirens blaring, Louise got scared, worried for her children’s safety. She got increasingly more worried as she got closer to her lifeless, dull home, when she saw Ian’s commodore out the front she broke into a hysterical run. The police officers looked at her, their faces showing sympathy and concern. She only stopped running when she got to the front door, about to enter only to be held back by an officer. Louise thrashes around, screaming out for her children, to be released. Louise only screams more when she sees a body bag on a stretcher

She stood in front of stores and admired the things in them, spending about ten minutes viewing sofas through a glass and playing back what she has been wishing for. The opportunity she has been waiting for, the reason she woke up at dawn in Tepoztlan to go up North with Candido, the comfort she wished for and everything Candido promised her was right in Canoga Park. She feels right at

RUN! GO NOW!” Ava screamed as she was pushing Mia. They both rushed up the stairs and swung open the door at the top as the big, heavy, door that creaked when you opened it. The door leaded to the outside of the big creepy house. It was like a dog chasing a cat. Ava lived right next door so all they had to do was hop the fence and they were safe. Ava pulled herself up and leaped over the fence so fast like she had done that a million times before. and was perfectly safe but Mia was stuck. “Come on Mia! They are right behind you!” Ava shouted as she was peeking through the fence. Ava grabbed Mia’s hand and pulled her over. They both fell to the ground, and looked at each other with so much

The smell of fresh herbs filled the air around her as the sun shone down on her back, a sense of tranquility fell upon her in the lush, backyard garden. A soft tune could be heard from inside the house where the radio played. Tante Lou hummed along to the music while she snipped off sprigs of parsley to use in the meal she is preparing for her nephew, Grant, and his guest. Today was a special day. It’s the first time Tante Lou is meeting her nephew’s girlfriend, Vivian, and she wants to make a wonderful dinner for them all to enjoy while getting to know each other.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

Bella Storm walked down the sidewalk, waving to passersby, petting familiar dogs. Bella surveyed her town, she knew it well. Bella had lived in this town since she was born. She was walking down Bluebird Avenue when she came across something strange. An old, worn-down building, with peeling paint and crumbling bricks. Bella was puzzled, she’d never seen anything like this before. She walked up to the building and tentatively knocked on the door.

To ward off boredom while she waits, Clemmy Sue slaps the earphones over her ears, turns the CD player to full volume, and closes her eyes and begins to sing along with Dolly Parton. In no time at all, she fell asleep and when she awoke twenty minutes later, she begins to wonder why Estelle Louise had not returned. Therefore, she decides to drive over to the mailbox and check on her. Much to her surprise, the mailbox and Estelle Louise are not there. With darting eyes, she searches the area and soon discovers that Estelle Louise’s home is on fire. Panicking, she drives in a maniacal frenzy, up Estelle Louise’s slippery driveway. Within sight of the burning house, she slams the brakes, and the truck slid into the middle of Estelle Louise’s flowerbed and stops. Frantically, she dials nine-one-one, to inform them that a large, white, delivery box truck had driven straight through

I never knew my mother. Her name was Blythe. Blythe Elizabeth Lopez was her full name. She died the day I was born. But she did it for me. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be alive. This is the story of my family’s experience.

Estelle Louise reached the Chevy first. As soon as she slams the door behind her, she realized her friend never replaced the broken window, on the passenger side. Automatically, she rummages under the seat, until she finds a large black plastic trash bag and a roll of duct tape, and then proceeds to create a makeshift window. While she waits, for Clemmie Sue, she glances around, catches a glimpse of a scruffy burlap sack behind the driver’s seat, and grabs it. Gently she dabs the moisture, from her dress, which clings to her like Saran Wrap. That is when she noticed the buttons missing from the front of her dress, and her bun dripping wet and drooping on her forehead and her shoes encrusted with mud. Using the burlap bag, she removes some of

After, twenty minutes, or more, she decides to drive to the mailbox and locate Estelle Louise. When she arrives at her destination, she sits there baffled. Somehow, Estelle Louise and the mailbox had mysteriously disappeared. Bewildered, her eyes dart everywhere and suddenly stop when they caught sight of flames, bursting through the roof and windows of Estelle Louise’s home. In a maniacal frenzy, she drives to the top of the driveway and parked. In disbelief, she stares at a semi-trailer truck that apparently entered the front of

Anna Marie was a beautiful, well mannered woman of just 17 years. She had come to America with her family just two years before. With dreams of becoming rich and living the American dream, her family settled in South Carolina. There her family opened a small store and built a decent size farm, from which many products they sold in the store came from. Anna Maries’ family quickly became one of the more prominent families in the area.