What Is A Story In The Story Chapter 1

"If you don't mind me asking, where are you from? I know that you aren't from around this area with an accent like that."

All of Holden’s impulsiveness and Depression, can be lead back to July 18th, 1946. Allie’s last battle with Leukemia. When Holden’s roommate, Stradlater, at Pencey goes out on a date, he asks Holden to write a descriptive essay in his notebook about a place or a room. But Holden, writes about a baseball mitt. “The thing was, I couldn't think of a room or a house or anything to describe the way Stradlater said he had to have. I'm not too crazy about describing rooms and houses anyway. So what I did, I wrote about my brother Allie's baseball mitt. It was a very descriptive subject. It really was. My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. He was left-handed. The thing that was descriptive about it though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up at bat. He's dead now. He got leukemia and died when we were up in maine, on july 18th, 1946.” (38) Holden hates that someone as kind, and as innocent as Allie had to die, that he got the short end of the stick

Allie could tell by the look on Eli’s face that it amused him that Jeanette was aggravated with her mother. She hoped they had not made fun of her too, while she was away. She would hate to be the butt of anyone’s jokes. However, no one seemed to be paying her any attention at all, or so she thought. When her eyes searched for and met Thomas Jackson’s gaze, she saw that he definitely had eyes for her. She smiled at him and began walking toward him, Eli, Allen, and now the Ingall’s duo.

“Because, Allie Mae, it’s about what was written in the margins of Grandmother’s Bible. Those Latin words; remember?” When Allie nodded her head, Eli whispered, “Last night, I went to see someone and got them to translate them to English!”

Ernest Thayer's poem Casey at the bat shows the reader a crowds feeling demonstrated at the baseball game, The author uses rhyming , and metaphors to show the reader humor in the poem . Thayer uses imagery to give the reader a picture of what happened when a town supported their hero in america's favorite pastime , baseball

Allie had not heard much of what Thomas said; she was in shock still, from seeing him standing there looking at her. When her eyes locked onto him and then his eyes, it was as if they were completely alone in the room. She blushed at her thoughts because they had suddenly gone to those few days and nights they had spent as a married couple. As he kissed her, her thoughts were in bed with him- his

“Yes, I’ve wondered, too,” Henry replied, thoughtfully. “One of my uncles lives over there in Alabama; he writes to my father every couple of years or so. I’ve thought about going there, hope to, one of these days.”

He chuckled at my change in behavior. “Very well. It was many years ago but yes, I did grow up here. But don’t confuse that with being part of a family. It was purely nonphysical.”

“Don’t worry, Allie Mae. Charleston is not yet in the hands of the Yankees- I’m sure we can rustle something up.”

Well, she seems nice, Maggie thought. “Thanks, I'm new to the school, I actually came from Montana,” Maggie managed to get out. “Where should we start?” she asked, looking at the map.

Shane cleared his throat after some time. “So Merle.” He placed his empty plate near his feet as he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “Where’d you say you guys were from

The briny scent of the ocean flowed through the open doors and wafted across the bed- outside, sedate, cumulus clouds drifted lazily across azure skies; one looked like a giant, soft bunny before changing shape into a blob of white fluff. Stretching languidly, Allie enjoyed the comfort of her bed and the deep feeling of satisfaction she felt. Inhaling deeply the scent of the fresh salt air, which at times carried with it a slight scent of gunpowder, she rose to a sitting position. On several occasions, they had heard cannon fire in the distance; Thomas told her not to worry- most of the shots were warning shots fired from one of the forts when vessels came too close to the harbor. The pillow beside her still held an indention where Thomas’

In life, sometimes the expression, “eyes are the window to the soul” is used to convey the private thoughts in a person's mind. Without dialogue or communication, one can read a soul and how a person feels without any verbal contact. By gazing into eyes, emotions can be read as if a person were saying what they felt in the inside. Just as opening a window, abling one to look inside and finding out things never known or seen before. In Sherwood Anderson's, Winesburg, Ohio, windows are a common motif used among characters who show separation in their public and private identity.

"Meet our cousins Holly. Caleb is over there bringing Tara towards us, and Josef is the one containing my pussy little brother. They've been out here waiting for us and killing a few deer..

I always think about what Thom said, and I’m always careful around Mr. Sherman. I notice everything he says, everything he does. He walks over to a woman I know as Brittany, who has long, straight, brown hair. She has a sense of authority to her, though not as much as Mr. Sherman. I eavesdrop on their conversation, because, I