The Night Of The Flower

The age appropriate for the book is Elementary students of second grade. The words on the pages are minimum words but have some bigger words. The reader should to be higher than first graders because they need to be able to read more than just sight words. The cover draws the reader in to what the story will be about. The front shows myster and draws attention to the reader. The author, Terry and Eric Fan are brothers who lived in Canada. They attended the same college. This book was their first children’s book together. Their passions for writing are different but have the same interests and ideas towards writing these types of books. Inside the book, the first side note welcomes the reader

“The Flowers” by Alice Walker is a short story written in the 1970’s. The story focuses on Myop, a ten year old African American girl who loves to explore the land in which she lives. Carefree and naïve, Myop decides to travel further away from her ‘Sharecropper cabin’ and travels deep inside the woods to unfamiliar land where she discovers the decomposed body of an African American man. It is then Myop quickly grows up and suddenly becomes aware of the world in which she lives. The story relies on setting and symbolism to convey the theme of departing innocence.

The setting of Alice Walkers short story” The Flowers” is important for us, the readers to obtain a perspective of how life was like growing up for a 10 year old African American girl by the name of Myop. The title of the story is “The Flowers.” When you think about flowers, you instantly compare them to being beautiful, pure, and innocent. The title of the “The Flowers” is a symbolism that correlates to Myop who is the protagonist of the story. Myop is just like a flower in the beginning of the story. She’s a pure and innocent child but that pure innocence changes when she discovers something that’ll change her life forever.

The Flowers By Alice Walker Written in the 1970's The Flowers is set in the deep south of America and is about Myop, a small 10-year old African American girl who explores the grounds in which she lives. Walker explores how Myop reacts in different situations. She writes from a third person perspective of Myop's exploration. In the first two paragraph Walker clearly emphasises Myop's purity and young innocence.

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

​She turned away and took a deep breath, wondering how to say it, and when she finally started, her voice was quiet. “I’m pregnant. You remember Ian, right? He was our high school friend.” Lawrence sat in silence for endless minutes, staring at Daisy, unable to believe what he had just heard, yet believing it. He could see in her eyes that she meant every word she had said. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. He nodded understandingly.

In this text I will be telling you about the marigolds. Once a few years ago a young girl lived in a small neighborhood when she was young and her and her friends used to hide in bushes and mess with Miss.Lottie. Lizabeth mother was never home because she was working. Her father was unemployed. The little girl was in her bed and she couldn’t sleep so she woke her brother up and put on some clothes and left. When she got outside she ran for a little while and she ran over to Miss.Lottie’s garden and tore them out the ground

The flower is picked up by one woman who was heading to her home. When she reaches her door step, her keys fall down. Once inside her house, she then falls asleep on an armchair. Further, while dreaming, she sees herself approaching her house. However, the flower is now being carried by hooded figure whose face is a mirror. Following the figure bring her to closer and closer to her doorstep. However, she is now quite careful and suspicious while waking up the stairs. A breadknife that was previously cutting bread is lying on the steps. The phone is off the hood and knife hidden in bed. Further, she sees a gramophone and her sleeping form playing endlessly having no sounds. There was

Georgaina turned away from him, a breeze picking up her golden hair, causing it to halo her face. She said nothing for a moment, a tortured expression crossing her features, before turning to the man. “I’m not upset, papa. I understand. But you need to let me breathe in the air of my home one last time. You need to let me visit her,” her voice broke. “And you need to let me do it alone.” No anger laced her words, only longing. The man, her father, retreated back into the adobe house.

“You rotten child!” exclaimed the elderly lady, “You dare pluck my flowers with your filthy hands!” The elderly lady angrily snatched the bouquet from Petunia's hands and glared at her immensely. With every passing second, the wind’s strength intensified and the sounds of bristling trees grew louder. Petunia clueless of what to do, shook her head as if to say she hadn’t taken the flowers, but her relentless

After her morning bath she began her daily schedule. She sped through meetings about upcoming events and began her daily excursion through her garden. Until recently, the gardens were her only safe haven from the life of royalty. Quickly after her parents discovered this secret garden they made it open to the public. Nobility began to ravage her only quiet spot, leaving her to find another.

My eyes drifted around the room before settling on the tea, now lukewarm in my hands. Maudie’s nonchalant face came to mind, and her firm, strong voice commanding Jean Louise and I back into the kitchen played in my head. The sudden news of Tom’s death had upset her, but she revealed nothing as such. She said to Jean Louise to stop her shaking and instructed me to control myself. Maudie maintained her composure, and assisted in upholding mine. I wondered how she had done it, but nevertheless I was grateful.

The story mainly talks about a handsome young man of high spirits in the flower-stand to buy a bunch of flowers, other people who see that all think he is fall in love. However, this mysterious man gives flowers to a unknown girl , and called her Norma, as the girl says she is not, the man kills the girl with a hammer. At the very end of the story we know that the Norma has been dead for more than a decade, young people still addicted to send flowers to a dead person. The author wrote in the story:“ She backed away, her face a round white blur, her mouth an opening black 0 of terror, and she wasn't Norma, Norma was dead, she had been dead for ten years, and it didn't matter because she was going to scream and he swung the hammer to stop the scream, to kill the scream, and he swung the hammer the spill of flowers fell out of his hand, the spill spilled and broke open, spilling red, white, and yellow tea roses beside the dented trash cans where the cats

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.