Walker's Experience: A Fictional Narrative

The characters from Alice Walker’s “Everyday Use” all portray multiple different qualities that make their characters who they are. The character who portrays more qualities than any other character is Dee (Wangero). Dee portrays three prominent qualities that her character needs in order for the story to be the way it is. Those qualities are being, flashy, greedy, and spoiled. Dee shows these qualities through the way that she dresses and acts. The first quality that she portrays is that she is spoiled. She shows this by getting everything that she wants handed to her, up until when her mother denies her the quilts that she wants to take. The second quality that she shows is that she is flashy, she shows this by wearing fancy clothing such

“Why would you trust her knowing what she did to Travin who still has not fully recovered?” She appeared quite annoyed by her addition to their party.

“Listen, this isn’t helping the situation. We need to come together and figure out a lead,” explained Alecia.

“We tried. But she seems to know an awful lot about you. Says her name it Tabitha Couture.”

        Logan cleared his throat, he had a feeling he was going to get beaten to a pulp by this Zack character. “Okay... well, my name is Logan Baker. I’ve been traveling the world trying to find others like

It was a very hot day in the middle of August, one that was so oppressively humid that the air felt like a blanket, which was why Lillie Everette, momentarily confused, awoke because she remembered kicking the sheets off her bed in the middle of the night. She yawned, then got dressed excitedly. She needed get ready for the Hide and Seek game that was starting soon. She had promised her friends that she wouldn’t sleep through this one like she had for the last game. She was about to run through her front door when she hears her parents talking.

An immense pressure bore in her head as she slowly awoke from her midday slumber, her daydreams slowly fading away from her mind. Reality sunk in, and she found herself awake. Dim light shone through the windows and it pierced her eyes, worse than a thousand needles ever could. Her mental screams sounded that of countless condemned souls, shrieking for life

Amara moaned as he rubbed his own stomach. "Don't mention food. Look, you can still see his foot twitching."

In “Everyday Use” Alice Walker presents a story about a family awaiting the return of their beloved daughter and sister. The mother, Ms. Johnson, is a strong lady who endured trials and tribulations that shaped her into the hardworking person she has become. In “A Worn Path” the grandmother, Phoenix Jackson, is an elderly lady who puts her problems on the back burner. but the love for her grandson outweighs everything as she embarks on a journey to retrieve what his medicine. The main characters in both stories each have their own hindrance to conquer.

The air felt ten degrees colder than it should as she shivered under the covers. Was the black entity back? She prayed not. Paralyzing terror had her lying motionless with her eyes closed as she strained to hear the slightest noise.

Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.

“And manages not to get shot,” Flich flashes a smile and I smirk a bit, but I hide it. He yanks out the last hanging wire and begins to pull them out. “That’s it. Walker’s turn.”

Kat frowned listening to him retreat. "Well fuck. Guess we better go make sure he isnt gonna kill us in our sleep." She was just getting out of the tub, sore as hell. Tying her mahogany hair up in a ponytail she heard him call up about visitors. "Damn" She opened the door and with her dog at heel, teeth hated he walked down the stairs with her. Kat looked best up, bruises all up her arms, her throat, even on on her jaw. Her torso was bruised and her ribs were likely bruised or broken. She saw the Walkers outside just as she saw the man. "Maybe we can just wait them out. They dont know we're here." She murmured. She knew she didn't have a chance to outrun them in her current state. She hadnt eaten or drank in over a day."

The chorus describes, “But lately her face seems Slowly Sinking, wasting crumbling like pastries” (Lines 11-13). The use of drugs have consequences, her lost of appetite could have caused her to lose unhealthy amounts of weight. The singer uses a simile to compare the look of her face to the way some pastries fall apart after taking a bite of them. The results of her problem go further than just her appearance, her body is trying to communicate that her actions are damaging her well-being. Clearly, the lifestyle she follows is not what she wished her life to be but she now depends on this illegal

Lucas sighs, “You’re right, even the weakest Demon will be able to kill us when we are like this. Fine, we'll go back to the house. But don’t forget about Ava.”