The Barn: A Narrative Fiction

Sylvia is the protagonist of the narrative. From her name alone one can gather that she is a very rural girl, her name meaning woodsy. She is a young, nine year old girl, previously from a busy manufacturing town who moves in with her grandmother to a calm, peaceful farm. Sylvia has a true bond with nature and “it seemed as if she never had been alive at all before she came to live at the farm” (Jewett 527). Her youth and love for nature make Sylvia such an innocent girl who does not have to experience society since she is protected by the farm. The farm is her safe haven, where she can be independent and truly be one with nature. Although she is marginalized since she is poor, a girl, and less focused on the outside society, she finds happiness in being excluded.

“What?” Maggie quickly replied, suddenly slightly annoyed. Blake often played this game, thinking that it was hysterical when she couldn’t guess what he was going to say and it frequently caused her to become

Peridot looked at her reflection in the pool at the Barn. She still grimaced a bit at seeing what had become of her on Homeworld. She looked at her 4 arms, her fingers now resembled something "alien-like". 3 clawed fingers on each hand, with each hand having a sticky pawpad of some sort.

Calmly, as though she dealt with storms and wedding parties every day, Alma stepped up onto the porch and shouted. “Give us a minute and you can leave with a bite of sweet memories. Or if you choose to stay, Eb and Ned can shovel out the barn enough to make you a place.”

We stood outside a large dark log cabin, the Pioneer Hall, on Disney’s Fort Wilderness property in Orlando Florida, which had a square porch and a log railing that contained a wooden rocking chair. This environment was one of the few places down south that made me feel like I was back in Pennsylvania, with the forest floor visible, the great, tall trees, and the country feeling that was given off from the surroundings. When 4:30 pm finally rolled around, a blonde lady in a greenish plaid long skirt, brown cowboy boots, and white blouse came out and rang the dinner bell of the restaurant, justly named the Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue, due to its hillbilly appearance.

The importance of land ownership has been a vital part of modern society due to the many goods and resources one can acquire from it. Because of this, landowners have a distinct advantage over non-land owners when it comes to these resources. Not only are landowners able to use the land themselves, but grant others the ability to use their land for a percentage of the produce. This is known as sharecropping. As seen is William Faulkner’s short story, Barn Burn, it is land ownership and not ethnic origins gives power to certain individuals. By controlling the livelihood of individuals who live off the earth, landowners place themselves in a more advanced social class than those without land. In Charles Chesnutt’s story The Goophered

That meaningful time when I put my own needs behind me and worked toward the greater good was for my school Club Friends of Fisher House. This club works with the local fisher house in Tampa, Florida, as a club, we use our time to volunteer and raise money and collect items for the Fisher House. The Fisher House is a place for the loved ones of veterans to stay for free while the veterans are receiving treatment in the VA hospital. This club is the only such high school club in the united states thus the road that is being pioneered is a new one for many. Our club allows for the use of student time to be used to gain money for the comfort items that keep the Fisher house feeling like home to the many families that stay there annually. Joining this club has allowed for me to see how the house works and meet some of the families that are helped by the Fisher House.

The cattle broke through the steep snowbanks. Their dark hides moved as one, scattering ice crystals into the air.

Looking up, I exchange a glance with my grandma and I know it’s time to leave our home, but then again, we’re only leaving because home won’t let us stay. I glance at my home for one final time, and before the onslaught of memories and sadness can attack me, we leave the house in the dead of the night.

“I’m going to go buy some groceries for dinner, honey.” Carol’s voice echoed through the empty house, quickly followed by the slamming of a door. Eva stayed in that room for what felt like days, lost in memories. She was interrupted once more, but this time it was the opening of the front door.

In the Diane's house, I walked out of the garage house and I saw a wander puppy in a street next from me, and it came forward onto me. It looked a tiny gray on the black oil on the shine fur coat and a clearly white on the mask of placed over the snout. His golden almond shaped eyes around more shiny, like as god.

After spending several hours, in the motel with Frank, Marlene showered, dressed, and started to leave, the raven-haired beauty, picked up her purse, going toward the door, she said, “Thanks for a lovely time. I need to go, love you.”

The first time I read the novel “The Shack,” I immediately empathized with the main character. The story is about a little girl who was abducted from a camping site and found murdered. Its main story line follows the emotional roller coaster of her father, Mack. Not to give the entire story away, I will not discuss exactly what Mack experienced. However, losing his daughter filled him with so much pain and anger. Mack could not understand how this could happen, why this would happen to his daughter. Ultimately he struggles with God, wanting to know why God would let his daughter be taken away in such a brutal murder. I have faced struggles and sadness in my life that made me cry out to God asking,

I could almost hear the bullets piercing the cement walls of the old French barn in Normandy, France. This old white barn placed a spark of awe and respect within my heart for the multitudes of men passed by this wondrous building and for the many who were killed by the bullets fired there. This small flame of passion would grow into an inferno as my family and I visited various places where many men risked and even gave their lives for their family’s freedom. Because my Father served his nation in the United States Air Force, we had the opportunity to visit various places like Normandy, Verdun, Valley Forge, and Yorktown where many courageous American Soldiers fought important battles. Visiting these places granted me the opportunity to see where these men sacrificed so much to gain freedom. Realizing the amount of blood that was shed in these places and the many lives lost, placed a greater sense of connection, compassion, and gratitude for the men who have and currently fight for freedom, in whatever branch of the military they serve. Visiting historical battle grounds and ruins is necessary for any American citizen to do, if only to appreciate the sacrifices men have made for the freedom they now possess. Touring Normandy, Verdun, Valley Forge, and Yorktown for example will allow their

Shelby squinted and rested her hand on the rough bark on the tree next to her. In the distance, she saw a small cabin elevated on a hill.