Andrea Jones, an 11-year-old, brought the movie, “Home Alone”, to life by injuring the would-be burglar and saving her house. Last night, a man tried to break into her house at Edmee Cir., while she was watching tv by herself. Initially, she got scared. "I saw a man at the window and ran to my bedroom to hide in the closet," she said, recalling last night’s events. "Then I remembered the bat there. I went back into the dining room and saw this guy opening the window. He put his hand in first. He was coming in the window, and had his left hand on a table there. I took the bat and hit it as hard as I could. I, uh, really smashed it hard. He screamed like real loud, man, and ran away. Then, uh, I called 911”, she explained displaying courage
Nevertheless, her attempts are futile as he dismisses her once more, putting his supposed medical opinion above his wife’s feelings. The story takes a shocking turn as she finally discerns what that figure is: a woman. As the story progresses, she believes the sole reason for her recovery is the wallpaper. She tells no one of this because she foresees they may be incredulous, so she again feels the need to repress her thoughts and feelings. On the last night of their stay, she is determined to free the woman trapped behind bars.
She then started shouting, “By the cross of God, you loathsome sot, you’re not going to come in here tonight. I will not tolerate this conduct of yours any longer, It’s time I showed people the sort of man you are and the hours you keep.” She accuses him of drinking and sleeping around, and the people surrounding the yelling couple believe her and the people gave him a
In the short story, House Taken Over, the narrator and his sister live in a huge empty house. It is unsaid where the other 6 family members that lived in the house went to or what happened to them. Their lives are on a continuous loop of the same things every day. One day, the narrator hears these abnormal sounds in one room in the house. He goes to his sister and says, “I had to shut the door to the passage. They’ve taken over the back part” (Cortázar 40). They just picked up their belongings and locked away that section of the house. Again this happened, moving to the last section of the house. Upon the last time of this happening, the narrator and his sister grabbed the little belongings they could before they ran out of the house locking the door behind them and throwing the key into the sewer. The narrator said, “It wouldn’t do to have some poor devil decide to go in and rob the house, at that hour and with the house taken over” (Cortázar 42). This passage of gothic literature by Julio Cortázar is a quintessential example of the recurring idea that your imagination overcomes your
“The House That Built Me” by Miranda Lambert is a song that tells the story of a woman going back to visit her childhood home after experiencing life as an adult. The speaker discusses how she identifies her home with the memories and experiences that have molded her into the person she becomes, but she feels that something is missing from her life. She believes that going back to “the house” will help her recover her true sense of self. When my childhood home was sold, I experienced a deep sense of loss. Like the speaker in the song, I felt that I was missing pieces of myself for many years afterwards. Just as the speaker learns that it is not the tangible house that keeps her memories alive, but herself, I eventually learned that while letting go of the “house” I grew up in was difficult, I would carry the memories and experiences of growing up there within my heart.
The film called Home, a comical animated spin on alien attack thrillers directed by Tim Johnson tells a story about Aliens who call themselves the Boov. The Boov conquer the earth and they relocate the planets ' human population, all except for a little girl named Tip. Tip is a normal teenager with not so perfect hair, a tomboy look alike, sassy and that’s what makes her different. She isn 't just some fake or over enthusiastic girly girl that wants to find prince charming. Oh, is a loveable misfit that wants to be loved but instead is known for being extremely annoying. He lands on earth and finds himself on the run from his own people. When he inadvertently sends a message out of the planet, the Boov fear that
night. Later in the story she reveals how she attended and witnessed the theft. “ But I have never,
My initial impressions of Home Girls: A Black Feminist Anthology by Barbara Smith was just shocked. I was shocked to see how many similarities that I was able to draw between my life and Smith’s. Smith’s family fled Georgia and moved to Cleveland to escape the racial tensions of the south. When I was young (round two years old) my family had moved from Nigeria to America to escape economic struggles and in pursuit of education. Similarly, while Smith and her sister were raised with a southern upbringing and emphasis on home being Georgia, I was raised with a Nigerian upbringing and emphasis on home being Nigeria—a concept that I couldn’t comprehend until my first trip home in 2009-2010. I lived in an poor community in Baltimore, like Smith
The movie that I will be analyzing for this paper is Home Alone. The movie was directed by Chris Columbus and released in 1990. The film follows the dramatic progression of exposition, complication and dénouement. The movie begins with an exposition and tells the audience the location and characters. Kevin McCallister, the main character, and large McCallister family are the first to be introduced in the movie. Other key character also introduced is old man Marley: rumor says that he is a murderer, and the two wet bandits Henry and Marv. The film took place at the McCallister home in Chicago and the neighborhood near the McCallister home. The family is going on a Christmas vacation to Paris the next morning, but the mischievous Kevin caused a milk mess after struggling with his older brother who ate all the cheese pizza. Kevin’s mom then sends Kevin to spend the night in the third floor in which Kevin wishes his family would disappear when he wakes up.
Homesick I’ll be Home for Christmas is a huge Christmas hit by Meghan Trainor about complications in a person’s life impeding them from being home during the holidays but he/she promises their family or lover that they will be home for Christmas. The sensational hit by Meghan Trainor brings warm and loving memories of Christmas and what it's all about through different literary devices such as dialogue, imagery, and repetition. Throughout the song, Meghan Trainor used dialogue in order to create a mood of conversation. As for the first example (Trainor 1:2) “He said winter love is spreading everywhere”.
Then, he heard something from behind the door, a whimper, or more like a sob, coming from the other side. Quinn tried opening the door but it was to no use, locked. Quinn was starting to get scared, OCD and depression could grow dangerous quickly, he shivered thinking about it. He had to get in and he had to do it fast.
“Who is that?” she asked. They had a deadly face and the same colorful wig that dropped about five minutes ago. We muttered, “Oh well, it’s probably Mike trying to scare us. “As we were turning our heads we saw Mike walk out the door. Something was suspicious, but we didn’t know what.
They found a Halloween costume inside the box which was Mya's dream Halloween costume. Excited, Mya she couldn’t hold her happiness inside her. Therefore, she decided to try it on, but, as Mya was about to do so, the lights went off. Shocked, Mya and her friend just sat there listening and staring at the ceiling as they heard a noise. Frustrated, Mya groaned while listening how the old haunted house creaked. She wished there was light in the basement room. Even though Mya who was not a person who believed in ghosts, she saw how dark shadows gathered in the corners of the room. Suddenly, Mya heard footsteps coming down the stairs, through the hallway and stopped at the door. Someone
Have you ever been scared for the safety of a complete stranger? Have you changed somebody’s outlook on life just by being a Good Samaritan? Well, I have. It was a late Thursday night and I was in a bad part of town informally known as “The Knob.” I had been at a friend's house when we decided to leave to find somewhere to eat. On the way, my friend got a call from his mom telling him he had to be home. His house wasn’t really out of the way. As I pulled down Belle Avenue, towards his house, another friend of mine shouts out “Hey, pull over that guy just knocked that girl out” I instantly questioned this absurd accusation. “What? You’re joking.” As I turned around I noticed that he certainly wasn’t as I saw a middle-aged lady facedown on the pavement. Without hesitation I parked the car and we all ran over to see what was going on. You could see in the distance a man in an orange hooded jacket fleeing the scene. My friend attempted to wake this lady up. She was out cold. At this point each one of us had no idea what we should do. Obviously, the first thing we should have done was call the police, but let me remind you this was a bad part of town and didn’t know if we would be the next. Tommy, my friend, the nearest house and knocked on the door. A trashy looking man answered the door. After being informed that there was an unconscious lady in front of his house he scurried to her aid. The man then realized it was a good friend of his. Jane was her name. You could sense his anger and concern for this lady. He began to frantically ask questions. Who, what, when, where, why, how and every other sort of interrogation question was thrown our way. We described her assailant and which way he went. Evidently it was her boyfriend. At this ...
That night in bed, I heard a scream. It was our favourite neighbour. My mom, Lucy, came to tell me everything was fine. My dad went to investigate, for the fact that he was the head of The Police Society. I went to bed, but I still couldn’t sleep, so all I could do was wait till morning.
We ran around the apartment that night. Our minds clouded with energized excitement and smiles upon our faces. Her mother wasn’t home that night, it was a weekend, so we were being extra loud. Our laughter and shouts were to be clearly heard by the other with purposes of reminding the other of our mission.