The White Monologue

The pearl, in my opinion, was not evil, it was bait. It lured bystanders in as a test. It reminds be of the trails to get to heaven; it was made to entice the greedy and selfish so they may be punished. Those who can keep away the destructive thinking of power and riches get rewarded. It was a standard to leech out the sinners.

The tree would love to play with the boy. From page 5 through 10 it shows how much the boy and the tree would play together. It shows all the things they would do when the boy was younger. "...he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek." It is like how a mother and son play a lot together when he is young. All the things the boy and the tree would do, the mother and son do also. A mother also takes care of her child.

I unlock the metal gate and climb onto the front patio. Before me stands a two-story house with newly-refurbished windows and a fresh coat of white paint. I admire the house’s beauty as I stroll past it. I walk through a crowded path of mohintli, white laelia, tithonia, and dahlias that seem to guide me to the real reason I am at this address. After moving the branches of some avocado trees out of the way, I finally find the treasure I am seeking: a small rose-colored house with just two windows and two rooms. With the key my father gave me, I open the doors to enter the rooms. The light switch does not work, so only shadows are present in the room. Giant cracks graze the walls like the markings of a lion. On the ceiling, an intricate flower design shines proudly with the rest of the room, slowly losing its will to decay. Only broken furniture stands in the corners of the room, ashamed to be present in front of a girl from the North. After taking a deep breath to calm my emotions, I lock the door, look to the sky, and walk back to the house I am staying at with my

Tree appears dysfunctional like the Walls’ Family, but under the dysfunction is the love that succeeds on hardships, like the tree. The tree that the mother spots in the desert is metaphor of the effect the struggles of life have on each of the characters in the story. Constantly blown by wind, the Joshua tree grows sideways, “Mom, however, thought it was one of the most beautiful trees she had ever seen”(walls,35). The Walls children can be seen as one of these trees, their lives shaped by the consistency of their parents' frequent moves and questionable habits. Jeannette tries to resist at first when living in New York. Not wanting anyone to know about her past or judge her for allowing her parents to remain homeless. However her attempts

Little Tree loses his parents when he is only five years old, while at the funeral he refuses to cry and instead holds onto his grandfather's leg. Throughout history Native Americans have had most of everything they cherished stolen by white men, much in the same way Tree has everything he knows taken from him. Tree clings to his grandfather just as Natives had to cling to their culture in order to keep anything familiar. Little Tree is taken to live with his grandparents much to to dismay of his other relatives. During his stay there his naivety shows, along with an unknown natural woodsman side. Tree’s granpa takes him out to catch tukey's, when it comes time to pick which three out of the six to take home Tree chooses the smallest three, he knows no better and his granpa doesn't say a word about it. What he lacks in naturally selecting out turkeys he makes up in his discovery. Tree/s grama tells him that the forest accepts him, and it shows. Little Tree is able to find a secret place that brings out his nature enriched body and

The author introduces the rules of the fictional world by telling the reader that the tree house is only in the woods of the children’s backyard when they need to solve a mystery for Morgan Le Fay, an imaginary person from the renaissance era. She explains what the next part of the mystery is and what the children need to do to find the missing piece. Everything that the students need to know while reading the rest of the book is explained in the first chapter which really helps, especially younger readers, understand the book better.

Dr. Edward Rhymes in “Acting White?” argued that the linkage between African-American academia advancement and ‘whiteness’ is a widely held misconception that can be debunked by analyzing four major areas of emphasis.

As a character the black walnut tree carries the ancestry of the daughter and mother. The black walnut tree is thus proved to be a character by lines 7 to 8, where it is able to destroy the house. There is also line 11 where the roots in the cellar drains are also a problem. One of the best examples of figurative language is lines 34 to 35 “Whip-crack”. By doing so, mortgage is brought in once more as an even crueler character. Mortgage on the house in this sense is the main cause of all their problems since they are not able to provide barely enough money to pay each month. In the aspect of generational feel of ancestry there are lines 16 to 19 to relate to the reader how they feel similar to them about the ancestral ties to the tree and they should be

This image foreshadows Lane’s sweet consideration about the girl. The author describes a basic asset of the relationship with: “Their postures on the picnic table were both the same forward kind…” (Wallace 927). Lane and Sheri’s collaboration to solve a problem is demonstrated in their similar postures. The torment inside Lane’s jumbled stream of consciousness is mimicked by the roots of a tree they see in front of them, uprooted by a recent storm: “… the downed tree in the shadows and its ball of exposed roots going all directions…”

I asked her what happened? I remember before your fighting he was saying if you weren’t in his life he would invent a lady just like you. You were saying that he is the knight on his white horse that you always dreamt about him. Your relationship was like a bee and flower, and now you just like a sun and moon who are following each other but never

Pink. Purple. Blue. How on earth did these three colours, I wondered, come to mean so much to me? Blue. Purple. Pink. I cheered as they came into my view, palms sweaty and fingers beginning to cramp as I vigorously waved my flag, an enthusiastic member of the sea of rainbow that surrounded me. Seeing those colours flying so loudly in procession, with such pride and determination, set my racing mind at peace. Finally, a place where my identity was not synonymous with “confused”, a place where I could fully express myself without fear of judgement or being laughed at. In that moment, watching as the vibrant parade twisted its way through the overcrowded Toronto streets, carrying with it the unique power to make all judgement disappear, I think

A wave of disquietude set over those who stood in the blistering cold. Beneath their feet the otherwise black cobblestones, put in place many years before the grandeur house behind them was built, were coated crimson. The winds whistled a song of woe, reminding all who listened that the event was not a dream, nor a nightmare. This was reality, the work of fate, the decision from the stars.

“My name is Sofia, I am an angel, but I don’t have wings, my mother is an angel, and my father is him. I was put on earth to save the world.” She repeated continuously until she finally could process every memory that was lost when she was taken to The Keeper, the man who deemed her unworthy of being an angel. This was the tree, this was where the man lived, and in that moment she knew exactly how to get

The story opens with the young boy playing while the tree "gives" to the boy her shade and branches. Later, when he is a bit older, she gives him her apples to sell. After that, when the boy is a young man, she gives him her wood so he can build a house. Then as an older man,

I’m not sure about the tree, isn’t it just cut so that they can make a path through the forest? – A/F, ATL