The Lottery By Shirley Jackson Alternate Ending

In the short story The Lottery (1948), Shirley Jackson asserts that tradition and obedience inevitably triumph over fundamental ethics and morality. The exposition takes place in a small American town with a population of three hundred villagers all gathering together on a pleasant, sunny day for the lottery—a tradition that had been implemented for decades. Although Jackson reveals little details about the lottery, the overarching tension portrayed through the characters’ subtle actions cannot be neglected. While young children were enthralled and oblivious to their surroundings, the adults, in contrast, were reserved and cautious—hinting towards the menacing atmosphere surrounding the lottery. The citizens’ reluctance when Mr. Summers, the conductor of the lottery, requested for a hand in setting up the black lottery box further alludes to the fact that the lottery possesses alternate meanings. Jackson also intentionally calls attention to the various alterations of the lottery from its initial procedure: the original lottery apparatus replaced by a wooden box, the wooden chips inside the device substituted by slips of paper, and the official salute to each of the citizens eradicated entirely. Despite these modifications, however, the guidelines of the cryptic lottery still remains intact and unaffected. While each head of the household draws a slip of paper from the box for his family’s fate, a man on the side discloses that neighboring villages are giving up on the

In the time the men were gone, Snow White had apparently just gotten into another fight with her “evil stepmom”. I really don’t know what’s so evil about this woman, but Snow really can’t complain until she’s taken a walk in my shoes. Being the whiny little brat that she is, Snow was running through the woods crying her eyes out just hoping someone would find her and give her just an ounce of attention. Poor girl. By the way things looked it was apparent she had no intentions of returning home, and with no one in sight she propped up against a large tree stump in defeat. When she leaned up against the wood though, it caved in and she fell into the middle of what she had thought to believe was a normal every day stump. Shocked and amazed at what she found inside, Snow decided to just make herself at home, because that’s princess etiquette.

They called my name I walked to the center of the circle. Mr. Summers announced “It’s Tessie.” I could see my life flash before my eyes. I saw the days my children were born I saw the day I walked down the aisle with my floor-length gown. I hear myself saying “I do”, then my mind goes black; however only one word remains flashing red in the recesses of my brain “death” I quickly realized that The Lottery is not a fair game, but thank the lord my children were spared. I yell out into the mass “It’s not fair, it’s not fair”, but not a soul responds to my relentless agonizing screams of mercy. I deliberately crawl along a slow as I can towards center circle; still no one who tries to stop my awaiting fate. Between my lawless and cacophonous

The boy took comfort in believing that if the snowman were rescued by bringing the snowman in the house, the snowman would be saved. The snowman believed that by staying outside, no harm would come to him and he was not alone or afraid of the incoming weather, because he had nothing to fear of living outside alone and in the dark. The boy and the snowman lived two diverse lives, one that could never be meshed together because of the scientific fact that one character lived a cold life and the other character lived a life in which there was warmth.

2. When the family in “Snowbound” was snowed in they felt scared and frightened. The snow started to pile up and create scary creatures that frightened them. According to the poem “Snowbound,” the kids looked “And through the glass the clothesline posts looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts” (39-40). The snow was starting to frighten the kids as it was fallen on objects that made look like ghosts and the kids were couldn’t sleep as weird faces looking at them frightened them.

In mid March much of the northeast was hit with a large snow storm named stella. fortunate enough for me being an avid snowmobile rider i was almost right in the middle of the storm receiving the greatest amount of snow. It started off like any other snow day, my brother and I got up early in the morning and shoveled snow and plowed it all day making sure we kept the amount of snow on our driveway less than eight inches. Once the storm finally ended my brother and I got out our snowmobiles and road with a couple of our friends all over. We rode all the way from Mount Pocono to Stroudsburg since we were under a state of emergency. My family friends and I all had our share of fun with this but we realized that we wanted to go to the snowmobile

Later, a neighbor would tell of coming home after three nights away and have to dig down a foot to reach his own door. My dad had a snow blower, which spewed sheets of snow out of the side of its mouth. Sheets became mountains, and mountains became walls on either side of our front path, reaching almost to the sky. I could still view sky by tipping my head back, but seeing it was no relief because the sky was snow-white, tearing itself into pieces and hurling them at us.

Let me explain. The first time I saw snow was when my family and I were at my grandparents’ ranch in New Mexico for Christmas. I was six years old and my sister Alana was three, so naturally we were excited to go explore the snow for the first time. Because my grandparent’s ranch is relatively isolated, my parents decided that it would be okay for the two of us to go play outside unattended.

Frost was still a bit angry, but calmed enough to listen to him in his near-hysterics. Frost, in the manner of a peace offering, offered to share the rabbit, to which Mold agreed. They began to talk, and Frost found herself laughing as Mold gestured enthusiastically, food still in mouth, as he told some grand tale of a foolish mouse mistaking a resting cat for a hiding place; cats of the Great Cold, are, after all, generally lacking in the humor department. Mold, to whom no one really paid any mind to, was ecstatic to find such an enraptured audience, and suggested a second meeting here, and Frost agreed. They fell for each other over many meetings and the course of

The hill was curved a little, and it also had trees at the bottom. So we had to watch out for the trees. We were having a great time.The snow was perfect for sledding,It was winter break, and it wasn't too cold wasn't too hot. Soon it started to snow. The snowflakes were so pretty. My cousin Emily, My cousin riley and My aunt wanted to race down the hill.

In today’s fast-paced world, short stories have now become ubiquitous for readers who try to obtain an expeditious and enthralling plot in a matter of minutes. Shirley Jackson, a prominent writer who mastered the art of creating short stories, is best known for her short story “The Lottery,” in which she uses subtle name symbolism to enhance characterization and to foreshadow the ironic and ultimately odious conclusion. However, the Sparknotes’ analysis of “The Lottery” fails to account for Jackson’s name symbolism and only provides a rudimentary analysis of the characters in the short story. Although the Sparknotes analysis on “The Lottery” adequately provides an analysis of the characters regarding plot summary, it is unsuccessful in rendering

one day ralph decided to pack his suitcase full of snowballs his cousin sammy told him not to he told ralph that all the snowballs would melt and ruin his suitcase ralph didnt listen he packed

Throw a snowball, make another. Oh how fun it is to play in the snow.

It’s not a hard job for us to build a lovely snowman. I splashed some water on snowman’s body, the water congealed to the ice speedily. The outside

It was an extraordinary day everyone was in their homes. it was christmas morning everyone was excited for their new presents you could here cheerful laughter of excitement. You might be wondering why I know this well let me tell you that I was the only kid who was awake from 3AM to actually see santa I waited and waited I barely even closed an eye. My childish imagination thought that santa actually existed and had the form of all the other store bought santas. I waited for Santa to deliver my bike that I had asked for this christmas.