Short Story

"Well, well. What brings you here Wyce? Come to join in on the fun again?"

“Well then I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you seem to have found a new friend” Bryson adds. At this I look behind me to see a girl, about our age, covered in clown face paint, on our looking at her she let’s forth a high pitched giggle

“You’re going to have so much fun!” He looked ecstatic, “Look on the bright side, you’ll make more friends now!”

Investigative Writing The use of foreshadowing and tone in Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery effectively establishes the suspense and a sense of dread in the story. The writer holds back on the revelation of what is happening for so long yet there are subtle uses of foreshadowing to prepare the reader. When the characters assemble in the town square for “the lottery”, it creates suspense as a lottery is usually a positive event. The first example of foreshadowing is when the boys begin to stuff their pockets with stones, at that point in the story – there is no explanation for this yet by the end of the story, this event turns the ending into a realization rather than a surprise.

“Perhaps the two of you would like to share with the rest of us what is so amusing? Kyra, how has your drinking been?” Kyra broke her gaze away from the new guy and made eye contact with the little lady in charge.

“Man Sarah, that Painted Girl is a tight one,” John said caressing her leg. “She’s fun though. Her face puckers when she’s embarrassed.”

“Haha, if you say that how can I can I say no.” with a smile on my face. “I was just thinking about some old friends that’s all.”

“Thankyou.” This causes both of them to drop silent and stare at her- making her blush at the attention.

"So where's Jess?" I flip open the tray compartment on the back of the chair and pull out a book. Evan doesn't blink once my way as I refer to his girlfriend. "Let me guess?" I entertain, holding my hands out in front of me, "no comment here folks." I chuckle to

“We’re cool. Just don’t forget me, Whittley,” I tease. With a final goodbye, I take a deep

"Well, we have twin girls, Ida and Deena. They're beautiful and healthy. And after rest and food, Fleur will be fine, too."

Carol: (Supporting Grace’s prior statement) Besides, you said it would be alright for us to wait out the storm as long as we were good, and we haven’t done anything wrong? (Both girls looking rather confused with the way they are being treated. They had both been so accustomed to cordelia’s friendly side, and have only been witnesses to her alter ego.)

Buffalo Jack’s was the kind of joint Evan hated. It was over crowded, loud, and there were people’s brats running around everywhere. The décor was that of a family fun atmosphere complete with plenty of crap adorned on the walls and a row of video games just off the entry way. Unusually tall tables lined the room’s walls and its core each surrounded by a half a dozen stools. Popcorn and peanut shells littered the floor encouraged by the management’s anything goes at Buffalo Jack’s philosophy. Patrons drank out of bell jars and watched sports on the twenty-five or so television sets that were plastered everywhere.

“Oh yeah, totally. Losing all your friends definitely can’t be bad.” Alistair folded his arms, frustrated.

Cassidy frowned at me before smiling. “Come on, just even a hug or something? Quick, wrap your arm around my waist, Jeremy's staring at me.”