As the morning sun of Corrigan slips out of its reverie, yellow rays spill through the dirt-smudged awning window and into the nursery room. It forms a shadow over George, saving him from the bright light. I lift him out of his wooden cot, cradling his fragile body. Eliza looks on, stroking the tufts of his fleecy hair. I put him close to my heart. He gazes up to me with big brown eyes that sparkled like clear-cut diamonds. Giving George a kiss on his forehead, I catch a whiff of his bodily scent. It is indeed alluring – fragrances of sugar, milk and lemon all combined. Back in the lounge area, “Flashdance… What a Feeling” is playing on a Panasonic RN-Z600 boom box. The thin plaster walls did nothing to dampen the sound, so …show more content…
‘Liza, I’ll open the window. Maybe that will bring some fresh air in. He looks flustered.’ ‘Sure, whatever we can do to make this cutie more comfortable.’ I hand George to my wife, who in an attempt to subdue the cacophony, tries to entertain him by making funny faces. I proceed to open the window, but after a while, things don’t seem to get any better. The air is not any cooler. George’s crying gets louder, and soon he is bawling. Fortunately, my wife comes to our aid. As she sings quietly a lullaby, little George calms down and slowly drifts asleep. ~ ‘Liza, let’s make some blueberry pancakes, shall we?’ ‘Sure, why not!’ Since we married and moved in together, making breakfast together was a tradition. We do it every day to show our unconditional love and support for each other. Five minutes pass. We sit down with our food on the ageing dining table, opposite each other. ‘So, are you working on your novel today?’ Eliza asks. ‘Yes, I’m on my way to finishing the first chapter.’ ‘You know, you haven’t told me anything about your novel. So what is it that you are writing about?’ ‘It’s all based on my life experiences. Remember, “no secrets!”’ I said jokingly. Eliza snickers loudly. ‘Do you still remember when we first said it to each other?’ ‘Yeah, it was after I burned my parent’s house. Twenty years ago. It was after you said
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Throughout the movie, the audience gets to perceive George’s dilemma in life. Since he was a little boy, George has been a good child: always willing to help others. He saved his brother’s life by jumping into icy cold water to prevent him from drowning, and thus he lost his left ear’s hearing; he also prevented his boss,
“For some time I sat in silence. Then a cold shudder ran down my spine.” That would be one example of how suspense is created throughout a horror story. There have been multiple authors which have made frightening stories and put a lot of work into them.Furthermore, as in the story, “August Heat” by W.F. Harvey, it is composed of suspense around the piece. A prime example would be the use of foreshadow, reversal, and being unpredictable. Therefore, combining the three makes the completion of a story with frightening scenes, along with the suspense.
AUTHOR: Richard Preston PUBLISHER: Random House DATE OF PUBLICATION: 1994 Setting: The setting g takes place in two major places. Reston Maryland which is a suburb of Washington DC. and the second major area is in Kenya Africa.
Despite George’s occasional anger at Lennie’s lack of intelligence, he feels compassion for his friend. For example, at the end of the story when Lennie accidentally kills another worker's wife, George is forced to kill Lennie with a gun so that Lennie avoids harsher and more brutal punishments. After doing so, George is overrun with sadness and at the loss of his companion. In addition, because Lennie is mentally weak, George often has to take care of Lennie. In fact, George feels obligated to help Lennie.
Undoubtedly with many untimely deaths, such as automobile accidents, survivors are often left with survivors’ guilt and have to find ways to coupe death, as George did in the story. The tragic accident that killed George’s wife and her parents left him in disarray, but he persevered by holding on to the memories of his wife, helping others and by staying busy throughout story. George did not feel sorry for his self or succumb to moping around and lying in bed all day, as many do when coping with death. For instance, George spends his days helping and interviewing the Zamora and Thout families, he brings them food, offers advice and ultimately shows compassion for both families. Additionally, he keeps close relationships with his friends
The sun shines through the small basement window of the house. It’s early morning beams piercing across the face of a young girl as she sleeps. It takes awhile for the brightness to penetrate her green eyes but when it does she stretches lazily under the covers closing those eyes for yet one more moment of dreams. She suddenly bolts upright as she remembers what today is.
George has had many chances to leave Lennie, but he stayed with him through the worse of times. George recalls, “Used to play jokes on ‘im ‘cause he was too dumb to take care of ‘imself ... Well, I ain’t done nothing like that no more” (40). As George grows closer to Lennie, he realizes that he needs to change his ways because that is not how to treat a friend that cares for you. He was willing to be a better person to be there for Lennie who was alone and needs someone to care for him.
When I visited Sweat-Winter, I observed the children deepy invested in their topic about birds. They were in meeting time and together they were discussing Maine birds and different ways we could attract them to the playground in the small community of Farmington. The kids learned how to make bird feeders and talked about the anatomy of a generic bird, the different noise and their diversity. They started with bird feeder and used specific materials to make them 3D. Posters and stuffed animals were all around the room to show different characteristics of the birds so the kids could experiment and observe birds every day.
The sunlight shining in through my window wakes me up. It illuminates the sunshine yellow walls, somehow making them an even brighter and warmer color. The room is a sunrise, giving a warm and cmforting welcome to each new day. I smile as I get up and tuck my blankets back into the sides of the bed. “Good morning Teddy!” I say kiss the top of my bears head and put him in his spot next to my pillow.
Sonny reached for the plates, and then set them near the stove, to which you dished out servings of the meal. The two of you sat at a simple dining table, bringing the scent of the food with you.
When it comes to Summer, she is definitely a well rounded person. One of her biggest strengths would be her independence and her drive to get something done. She is always ahead of the game in classwork, birthday and Christmas presents, and never gives up when the going gets tough. Summer’s individual autonomy derives from wanting to be her own person, and doing things without asking for help all the time. This appears mostly on the yearbook staff, her classes, and in student involvement. She takes the initiative and is more than likely always the first person to turn assignments in, and/or get the word out about a school event. Outside of the classroom setting, Summer was the most independent when she took it upon herself to get closer
It all happens so fast – one minute I’m falling, the next I’m in his arms, and he’s hold- ing me tightly against his chest. .I inhale his clean, vital scent. He smells of fresh laundered linen and some expensive body-wash. Oh my, it’s intoxicating. I inhale
The sun’s rays send an intense heat wave blazing across the black tarred parking lot; a long line of cars cluster at the gas stations waiting to fill up on gas at a cheap rate of $ 2.36 per gallon; heat struck customers scurry to get under the shade of the massive building,which features its trademark logo of a blue diamond and has Sam’s Club written across in white. At the entrance a heavy force of cool air blasts upon the people coming in, sending their hair and clothes into a mini typhoon lasting two seconds. A lady seemingly in her mid 30’s, dressed in a blue top and a white, knee-length skirt with blue flowers embroidered across the hem enters the store; the air blows against her whooshing her hair madly behind and her skirt right