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The old man lifted his head so that the glare was in his eyes. The tulips were blossoming, the grass a luscious, vivid green. His granddaughter Ava frolicked through the garden, all alone, yet still bursting at the seams with pure elation and contentment. He was grateful that autumn had not yet dawned. For a moment, happiness filled the old man’s mind. He lowered his head. Once again, he remembered.
A flush of anger asphyxiated him in that moment. All of these years had passed and he was still here, anchored to the earth with nothing but the desperate desire to leave. Ava waved from the bright side of the dirt-encrusted window, and as quickly as it came, the anger passed.
Eventually, the sun set, meaning only one thing. It was time to fight
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the battle against sleep; but he was too old and frail to win. The nightmares overcame him almost instantly. It was the same one as every other night. The warped voices of those he knew best knocking his door down in a verbal barrage, confiscating the air from his lungs. ‘Selfish, weak!’ ‘What a dishonour to know you, let alone be your relative!’ ‘It was all your fault.’ ‘What have you turned into?’ The images came flashing before his tear-filled eyes.
The day he joined the bikie gang. The day that marked his 30th year of service. And the day he dismissively flicked his hand when the rivals threatened to kill.
That was the day he helplessly watched his wife, daughter and her husband taken at the hands of the foe.
That was the day that the three gunshot blows became his own shadow.
He awoke to the sun peeping over the horizon and through the dusty wooden blinds. The sudden brightness startled him. He took a breath, lifted his head, and gently observed the mystifying beauty of the landscape. But he lowered his head. Once again, he remembered.
Today was the day. He could feel it. His body was decrepit, but his mind had never been stronger. The river would be adequate. His fragile bones creaked as he pulled himself out of the armchair, his bare feet leaving marks in the morning dew. The river was no more than one hundred metres away, but the journey lasted a lifetime. His head drooped morosely, staring at his feet as he walked.
He reached the river bank. Never before had he felt so ready. He lifted his head, eyes glowering with
determination. ‘Grandpa! I found a necklace in the sand!’ A wondrous smile lit Ava’s face at the sight of the rusty silver chain and locket. The old man’s lips drew taut. It was his fault this girl was an orphan. His own carelessness, stupidity, cowardice. The smile on Ava’s face vanished, immediately replaced by an expression of sincere angst. ‘You weren’t going to get in the river, were you, Grandpa? You always told me the currents were too rough to swim in.’ Ava raised an eyebrow. He realised. He cared about Ava, and Ava cared about him. They had nothing but each other. ‘And anyway, you promised that you would build that dollhouse with me this morning! Mummy always used to say that promises can’t be broken.’ Ava continued, in an admonishing tone The mention of ‘Mummy’ would normally have elicited a sensation akin to a dagger through his frail heart. But this time, he could feel his mindset shifting. Years of guilt and pain teetered in those moments of perplexity. He let go of the past. He could still make something of himself. And he had to, for the sake of Ava. The old man’s frown lifted, albeit sluggishly, into a smile. Ava held the key to a part of her Grandpa’s mind. It was about the future. The little girl took the old man’s hand in a strong grip and together, they marched to the tool shed.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
Lily is thinking “how much older fourteen had made [her]. In the space of a few hours [she’d] become forty years old.” She makes this connection after she realizes that maybe her mother's death could have not been her fault and that it could have been T. Ray’s and he was punishing her for it. This caused Lily to pack “...5 pairs of shorts, tops, ... shampoo, toothpaste...” $38 and a map (41-42). By doing this, it made her feel like she had aged, feeling like a 40 year old.
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The fog was low, but he could still see her yellow porch light glowing brightly. The sight of her gleaming house bathed in light settled his nerves. It was warm and inviting, just like her. So he wanted to impress her, he smoothed his hair and tucked in his shirt. As he looked up, there she was, pulling
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The story opens by embracing the reader with a relaxed setting, giving the anticipation for an optimistic story. “…with the fresh warmth of a full summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green (p.445).”
Yesterday, Eva Smith died. She was dead in a hospital by the result of drinking disinfectant. The authority of social standings has caused another regrettable death. It was an innocent death, which should not have occurred.
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
when him and his family were taken from their home in 1944. The theme father/son
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
He took off each sock and rung them out, not really watching where the water fell. His eyes were lost to the depths of the river. Brian watched a leaf float across what had been his home for the last hour. Behind him, the sun had just started setting and the chill of the October night was starting to set in. His bones were cold, and his fingers fumbled with the laces as he replaced his shoes.
Now the young shepherd stood in the middle of a sun-drenched meadow, nothing to block the intense sun from beating down on him. There were trees some fifty feet behind him, but he was too lazy to walk that far. He didn’t care that the sheep were scattered around him, slowly drifted farther away. He really could have cared less. In fact, he felt good as he leaned on his wooden staff. What a day – alone with no one to nag him or tell him what to do. The sun was shining; the sheep were behaving perfectly; they didn’t pay him any attention. It was as exciting as watching dust gather. Why should he not enjoy the sun.
Once we arrived there, I can remember the brisk breeze blowing against my face. I could see the cheerful sun rising and greeting everything it could touch with its rays. The air smells like Spring time fresh grass and crisp lake water. I could hear the leaves shaking and the loud whistling of the wind. The peaceful lake was like a mirror reflecting everything it saw.
... Instead, these pure and simple moments represented the best life had to offer: the ordinary pleasures of being with my sister, enjoying the day, and carousing with leaves. These timeless pleasures didn't necessitate cost or equipment and felt as wonderful today as they had in my Grandma's time. They brought a smile to my face. Most of all, I knew those leaves would come again. As sure as the sun rises in the morning, there would be another chance to be a little kid.
the war. Then when he realized that his life was over he wanted to end it but