Summary Of ' The Tale Of Kurochi '

Sophie introduces herself in the story as a nerdy, outcasted teenage girl, “I always thought of myself as a free-floating one-celled amoeba, minding my own business. The other kids at school were all parts of a larger organism. . . Not particularly noticed, definitely not appreciated, just an amoeba swimming around aimlessly” (9). Sophie feels as if she does not belong where she grew up, she has always felt like she was on the outside. Her father, a drug dealer and felon, left her mother when she was first born. Because of her extreme self-esteem issues, Sophie blames herself for her father leaving. She recalls what she believes happened when she was born, “When Mom was a teenager, I started making her belly fat. And then my dad left. And then I was born too soon. And he came back to get us.

Joann Murray’s essay on “Someone’s Mother,” describes a time when she was driving down the highway in Albany, coming from a dentist appointment when she spotted a hitchhiker. Now this is nothing unusual for hitchhikers to be on this highway but it was something about this one that captured Joan’s attention. She was half way down the road but her intuition made her make a U-turn and go back. Another reason she turned around is because the lady would not stop waving until she stopped. This hitchhiker was different from most hitchhikers, she had on a raincoat and a black hat and her hair was white. As Joan approached her, she could tell that she was an old lady. She was under the impression the old lady’s vehicle had broken down but there was no vehicle in sight. The lady informed Joan that she just needed a ride to “Nassau, which was three miles away. While riding down the road she found out the lady was ninety two years old and was apparently was “out for a walk.” The old lady begged Joan to drop her off at a drugstore in town instead of at her residence. This made Joan reminisce about the time when her ninety year old mother called her brother and said she did not remember how to get dressed anymore. Shortly after that, Joan had to put her mother in a nursing home. Joan began to realize the lady had been lost before, especially after seeing a white dove pinned to her collar. The older lady expressed dropping her off at

The two housewives have a passionate love for gardening and bestow their love and appreciation towards their gardens. In the twentieth century, gardening was advocated as beneficial to one’s life and family. In the New England Quarterly, the journal, “Gardening as ‘Women’s Culture’ in Mary E. Wilkins Freeman’s Short Fiction,” states,“The time women spent in

The setting and time period of this story supports the adventurous innocence of its youthful characters, as well as enriching the story’s momentous and climactic confrontation between the forward-looking Mona, and her more traditional mother, Helen.

“Mrs. Manstey’s View,” a short story about the end of an old woman’s life, has a strong theme of the importance of nature. The titular woman has very little left in her life besides a small home with an extraordinary view of gardens and flowers. Indeed, early in the story, she states, “Mrs. Manstey’s real friends were the denizens of the yard, the hyacinths, the magnolia, the green parrot…” This dedication to her view causes a huge upheaval when a neighbor plans to expand her house, cutting off the view mentioned in the title.

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

Miss Lottie, who the children in the neighborhood consider an old witch, is a neighbor of Lizabeth’s and lives in, “ the most ramshackle of all [the] ramshackle homes.” Miss Lottie’s house is dilapidated and not well cared for, except the fact that she has, “a brilliant splash of sunny yellow against the dust—[her] marigolds.” The golden flowers do not fit in the dull picture and it is for this reason that the kids

She was a small, hot-tempered woman who wore a widow’s cap with strings floating at her cheeks, and when it was cold, a squirrely fur cloak and tiny fur-lined shoes. She was known to line girls up on the Idle Bench for the smallest infraction and scream at them until they fainted. I despised her, and her “polite education for the female mind,” which was composed of needlework, manners, drawing, basic reading, penmanship, piano, Bible, French, and enough arithmetic to add two and two. I thought it possible I might die from tracing teensy flowers on the pages of my art tablet. Once I wrote in the margin, “If I should die of this horrid exercise, I wish these

This “chameleon lady” behaviour was accomplished both by her attire and by her demeanor. When Miss Maudie is busily tending to her garden, she works in a straw hat and overalls but, once done with her flowerbeds, she would re-emerge from the house, sit or stand on the porch and “reign over the street in magisterial beauty”.

Only Mayella, the oldest and most educated, sees that she doesn’t need to live like this. She sometimes wishes that her family could be better, but they beat her when she says such thoughts aloud. The only way she is able to show her kindness is through “six chipped-enamel slop jars holding brilliant red geraniums, cared for… tenderly…”(Lee 228). However small these flowers may seem, they are infinitely meaningful to Mayella. She risks being beaten every day and takes time out of her schedule, all so she can bring beauty into her home when no one else is willing.

Lizabeth lived down the street from an old lady named Ms.Lottie. Ms Lottie had nice, yellow marigolds that Lizabeth and her friends hated so much for no reason. This unfortunately led up to another one of Lizabeth’s childish acts that would truly

Our story begins on the continent of Eirin, which has a land mass of approximately 4,000 million square miles. In the middle of Eirin is a vast forest that is nesstled in between several mountain ranges, it covers nearly 97 thousand square miles. Due to a mana stream that flows right out into the middle of the forest, the life their has been altered to cope, giving rise to monsters of extraordinary strength and magic

The girls lived in terrible conditions, always cold and hungry. When disease broke out in the school, most of the girls died, including Jane’s friend

Mary has a deep conversation with her neighbor Mrs. Fullerton who is an old woman living in an old house on her way to her neighbor Edith’s Debbie’s birthday party. Although Mary belongs to the younger generation, she is curious about the past and is eager to hear more from Mrs. Fullerton. Nevertheless, Mary neighbors are afraid that Mrs. Fullerton’s poor house may bring down the resale value of theirs; therefore, they unite together and decide to sign a petition for building a lawn in order to make the new neighborhood look more modern and organized. Mary refuses to sign the petition because she thinks they have no right to force Mrs. Fullerton to leave a place where she has lived for a long time. Mary eventually realizes that she is unable to change the fact; instead, she has to accept it with a “disaffected heart.” (p10)

Have you ever seen a clear blue sky that was aesthetically pleasing? In a field far away, full of bright bizarre yellow flowers, there was a woman that loved sitting there looking at the all the different delightful shapes in the sky. The woman was tall, in addition had long blonde hair that reached the ground. She was wearing a pink shirt, which stood out in all the beautiful yellow flowers, and a white flowy skirt. She loved frolicking around in the field. With her, she had a sparkling green dog. The dog was very large equally important she could almost ride it like a horse, of course she didn’t, but she could if she wanted to. One day when the woman and her sparkling dog were just leaving their very small village, that they lived in, they noticed a large man at the end of the sketchy alleyway she uses to get to the field.