As Tara sits in the car on the way to the manor, she looks out the window, and starts to go deep into her thoughts asking herself, “What do I remember? Green hills, crooked houses on narrow streets, no traffic, Blue skies, swans… Swans? Focus Tara! It hasn't changed since that summer when I was little, still miles from anywhere, still crooked and green. I remember my great aunt Bridget telling me this place was special. And she was right. The perfect place for my mom to write her next book, it’s big enough for me, my brother and for… our stepfamily mash-up. What do I remember? I remember thinking I'd never see it again, and now I live here.” Tara’s father Rob parked the car in front of their new home, and Tara jumps out of the car and says, …show more content…
“Just like I remember, full of stories…” She was cut off by her step-brother Seb, smirking, “Like you?” Tara glares at Seb and snaps back, “It is a writer's dream.” She gave Seb a jokingly smile, as her mother told Tara, “It's just the way you described it, Tara.” Her mother sighs. Then her step sister Bella, who is still in the car whines, “She didn't say the middle of nowhere!” Tara responds very positively, “Trust me, you'll love it here!” Bella yelled, “I hate it here!” Tara hugs her laptop and very keenly tells Bella, “Come on, Bella, you're back in England. Since Rob married mom…” Tara say she hugged her computer, “that's all you've talked about. “I'm a Londoner, Tara. This is not England. This is cow town.” Bella whined. Rob tells Bella to get out of the car, and then says towards his wife, “I may be six months late, But I am gonna carry my bride over the threshold.” Fiona Coos, “Ooh! Rob!” Then Rob swiftly picks up Fiona, and walks up the stair towards the door of Evermoor manor. As the family floods in the hallway of the manor, Tara gasps as she hears a knife swish. Then the whole family stands in fright as they hear a mysterious figure in the dark, in the midst of the hallway saying, “Who gets it first? Let's start with the little ones.” Said the man in the dark. Everyone groups up in panic and Rob puts extends his arms protectively over his family in the terror., “Aah!” Jake shouted. “Welcome to Evermoor!” says the man walking from the dark into the sunlight, with his knife in one hand and the cake on a platter on the other. “Uh, excuse me, but why are you in our house?” Rob asks trying to laugh slightly with a sign of panic. “Why, to present the Crossley family with this bogvine cake On behalf of the entire village. I'm...mayor Doyle.” Says Doyle as he hands Fiona a slice of bogvine cake. Fiona takes the cake, and takes a bite, not only did it make her gag, she cried out, “oh… It burns.” Fiona tried to put on a smile. “I'm not surprised your aunt Bridget Left the house to you. She cherished you so…” Doyle said as he was cut off by Rob saying, “Oh, Bridget was Fiona’s aunt.” “Of course she was! And such a handsome brood. Spitting image of their mum and dad.” replied Doyle. “She's not my mum.” Yelped Bella. “He's not my dad!” said Jake pointing to Rob “ Blended family, Still adjusting.” Explained Rob to Doyle while putting his arm protectively around his wife. “Well, this is wonderful. Just wonderful.” Doyle cackled “We haven't had any new people in the village Since the Douglas’s…May they rest in peace.” Doyle looks in the distance, and leaves the manor. Bella says, “Okay, I need to go lie down.” Jake laughed, “Where?” Bella clicks her tongue and says, “okay, I need a room.” Bella starts thinking as to where she would arrange her things once she was in her room, and Jake fumbled her thoughts saying, “Well, I'm taking the penthouse.” “Wait, what?” Bella gasps as she runs up the stairs chasing Jake. They all disperse in different directions and Tars bolts immediately to a familiar room, as Tara looks through the key hole, she sees a shadow walking in the distance. She soon is approached be Seb, as he walks up to Tara and asks, “Found your room yet, Tara?” Tara sighs, and responds, “The bedroom can wait. I need a place to write.” “You're obsessed.” Chuckles Seb. Tara holds up his glass flask and saying, “Says the mad scientist.” She continues trying to open the door and she remembered something, so she tells Seb as she turns around, “This room is the only thing I remember about that time I stayed with aunt Bridget. I wasn't allowed to go near it. And…” She trailed off in thought. “And what?” asked Seb very curiously. “Witches.” replied Tara. “Oh, no.” Seb sighs. “What?” asked Tara offended. “This is what your mum based the girl in her books on. You… and your overactive imagination.” Seb says trying to convey his point. “What imagination isn't overactive, Seb?” Tara says pleadingly. Seb scoffs at Tara’s remark. Now Bella and Jake are trying to find their rooms, and as they are walking in the hallway upstairs Jake thinks of something to scare Bella “Careful which room you choose.” Jake said to Bella trying to scare her. “They say a ghost roams this house.” Jake continued. “A small boy with a limp. Just walks around in circles. Died while cleaning the chimney. His soul now wanders lost, Looking for his mama.” Jake says trying to intrigue Bella with this preposterous story. “Have you seen my mother?” asks a young boy in a room. Jake screams like a little girl, and shatters a pot in his fright. Bella walks up to the boy and pokes him. “This boy is real.” Bella said proudly. She gets up and walks into the room. “Greetings, incomers.” Says the young boy. “Who are you?” Jake asks very frightened. “I'm Ludo.” Ludo replies. “Crimson's kid.” he added. “Who's crimson?” Jake said as he turned around to see a tall woman, with blue streaks in her hair, and a black dress on.
Jake screams, yet again, and yells, “Why does this house come with people?!?!?” “My mum's the housekeeper.” Ludo said nicely. “Former housekeeper.” Crimson responded. “Lawyers made that very clear. New owners move in and me and my boy are tossed out like perfectly good curdled milk.” Added Crimson. “Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the weirdo tree.” Whispers Bella towards Jake. “There are no ghosts in this house, you know. The vampires wouldn't stand for it.” Ludo said to Jake while walking towards his mother. “You're joking… Right?” Jake questions concerned. “Am I?” Ludo remarks with a smirk upon his face. Bella sighs and says, “This is my room.” As Bella goes to get her things, Rob goes into the kitchen with a handful of boxes stacked one on top of the other trying to get some help. “A little help? A little help? Little help? Anybody?” Rob tried to huff out. Fiona quickly explained, “Sorry, Rob, Tallulah has to find the codex. But she can't until she gets off the island, and she's not going to get off the island until she unlocks the riddle of the cave drawings. And for that she needs the
codex.” Rob tries to get out of the kitchen to put the boxes away. Tara walks confidently into the room. Fiona asks to nobody in particular, “Why would any sane person choose to be a writer?” Tara turns around swiftly and walks to the refrigerator, and pulls out an orange juice. “How about this?” she says. “The map of the island turns out to be the codex. Then tallulah finds out she's been carrying it around all along.” Tara told Fiona. “Tallulah's based on me, remember?” She joked with her mother. “No, it's more than that.You could really do this.” Fiona admitted. “Hey! I write my own tallulah stories every day. What do you call that?” Tara asked. “Practicing.”Fiona replied pointing her pencil towards Tara and then turned around to type up her Tallulah story. Tara walks over to the key cabinet, and opens both doors, and notices that there's a key missing. She reaches her hand on the top of the cabinet and find the missing key. Tara says surprised, “Someone deliberately hid this key.” “Don't be silly. Why would anyone do that?” Fiona asked from a distance. “To keep people out.” Tara said under her breath. Tara immediately bolts to the door and sticks the key into the keyhole, and the lock clicks. “This is where we write.” Tara says as she walks in to the beautiful room. “Hmm. Definitely getting a vibe…” Tara says as she is cut off by a mysterious woman saying “ Beautiful, isn't it? This tapestry has been at the manor for centuries. It's always evolving. A canvas for our lives in Evermoor. It tells of the past. You see? But also the future. Look!” she said pointing to the tapestry. “It foretold your arrival.” She said with a proud look on her face. “That is us.” Tara said unable to comprehend what is going on. “Uh, who are you?” Tara asks terribly confused “Esmeralda. I'm an everine. One of many. We have the gift of seeing. What we see, we sew, and what we sew comes to pass. Your great aunt bridget was chief everine.” Esmeralda started to trail off. Then Tara noticed a gold thread in a unique form, and she reached to pick it, and Esmeralda rapidly grabbed her wrist and told her very politely, “We never unpick the thread. That is the eternal law.” Esmeralda warned. ”So what does that predict?” Tara said very curiously. “Lesson's over...” Esmeralda hissed. “Please leave.” Esmeralda tried to say calmly. “Uh, you see, I was actually going to use this room to write.” Tara sassed. “I told you. This room is off limits. You keep your...sticky...beak out!” Esmeralda hissed. “Oh. Hi.” Fiona said surprisingly. “Oh, hello.” Esmeralda said with a smile. “You must be Fiona.” She said as she extended her right hand. Fiona cautiously shook her hand and then got back to writing her story. “You sit, dear. I'll make some bogvine tea.” Esmeralda said with an assuring smile. Then she walked over to the stove to boil some water in a pot. “Bogvine Tea? Fiona asked. Esmeralda chuckled, and stated, “ I don't suppose you've had it. It's like a combination of love...and Soil.” “Oh!” Chuckled Fiona.
In Chapter one, the narrator vividly relates his mother’s death to the audience, explaining the reasoning behind this amount of detail with the statement, “Your memory is a monster; you forget- it doesn’t.” The author meticulously records every sensory stimulus he received in the moments leading up to and following his mother’s death; demonstrating how this event dramatically altered the course of his young life. Another example of the detailed memory the narrator recounts in this portion of the novel is seen in the passage, “Later, I would remember everything. In revisiting the scene of my
Although Alexandra begins working the land to fulfill her father’s dying wish, no one in her early life ever realizes that perhaps she had other dreams and other wishes. “You feel that, properly, Alexandra’s house is the big out-of-doors, and that it is in the soil that she expresses herself best,” an...
Although this story is told in the third person, the reader’s eyes are strictly controlled by the meddling, ever-involved grandmother. She is never given a name; she is just a generic grandmother; she could belong to anyone. O’Connor portrays her as simply annoying, a thorn in her son’s side. As the little girl June Star rudely puts it, “She has to go everywhere we go. She wouldn’t stay at home to be queen for a day” (117-118). As June Star demonstrates, the family treats the grandmother with great reproach. Even as she is driving them all crazy with her constant comments and old-fashioned attitude, the reader is made to feel sorry for her. It is this constant stream of confliction that keeps the story boiling, and eventually overflows into the shocking conclusion. Of course the grandmother meant no harm, but who can help but to blame her? O’Connor puts her readers into a fit of rage as “the horrible thought” comes to the grandmother, “that the house she had remembered so vividly was not in Georgia but in Tennessee” (125).
...rm house, where she and her copious family lives their content lives. His last memories of Antonia were made there and will never be forgotten. Cather mends a special relationship between Jim and Antonia that is formed and broken throughout her novel My Antonia. People fill the clouds of our memories immensely.
“Daisy, are you done with your book honey”, mom said loudly. “Yes”, I declared proudly. After all, it was a long and dry book at the beginning, and it did take a pretty long time. “So, do you want to tell me what it’s about?” my mom said inquisitively. “Sure”, I said, stuffing a piece of meatloaf into my mouth. “So, this book is called The Witchy Worries of Abby Adams. In the beginning, they introduce the characters. You know, like they do in every book. After that –’’Ding dong! “Oh my, I wonder who it could be!”My mother said, getting up from her seat to go get the door. “Hi Abby! Come on in. What brings you today?”Mom says excitedly. Abby? I thought. How strange! Just like the girl in my book. It must be a coincidence. “Actually Mrs. Holcomb, I would like to talk to Daisy”, Abby said. As soon as those words left her mouth, a chill went up my spine. How did mom know her? What does she want from me? Many questions were flying through brain. So much that I couldn’t even remember my own name. I can hear their footsteps through the halls. With every footstep, my heart would race faster, my hands would get sweatier, and my mind gets more clueless every time.
She ends up walking past Will and Sandy’s new house and she spots a mailbox then decides to put her hand in it and see if there is anything that she can get that would relate to Will and his new life. A letter comes out and she puts it in her purse. She looks at it then says “It is Will’s own writing on the envelope. Not a letter to Will, then, but a letter from him. A letter he has sent to Ms Catherine Thornaby, 491 Hawtre Street” (Munro 6). Catherine had died so the letter was sent back to Will. Gail then reads the letter and decides that it is fine to write back to him as Ms. Thornaby. The letter Will had sent her the day she died, had said “You do not know me, but I hope that once I have explained myself, we may meet and talk. I believe that I may be a Canadian cousin of yours” (Munro 6). Gail was replying in very rude ways. One reply she gave him was “Did you really expect me, just because I have the same surname as you, to fling open my door and put out the ‘welcome mat’ as I think you say in America and that inevitably includes Canada? You may be looking for another mother here, but that hardly obliges me to be one” (Munro 8). In the next letter that Will send, Gail found out that his mother had died and he went back to Canada for her
In the opening verse of the song, the speaker discusses the need to see her childhood home at least once more before moving on with her life. She shares with the current homeowner some of her experiences while growing up in the house. For instance, she says, “I know they say you can’t go home again, but I just had to come back one last time.” This shows that the speaker realizes that returning “home” is going to be a different experience than it was when she lived there, but she cannot resist the temptation of a final visit to the “house”. The speaker says that “Up those stairs in that little back bedroom, is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar. And I bet you didn’t know, under that live oak, my favorite dog is buried in the yard.” This indicates some of the significant memories the speaker has of her time in the house, such as honing her...
signs that the Christian ear was coming to an end and the birth of a
In Black Swan, a ballet dancer named Nina is casted to play both the White Swan and the Black Swan in the famous ballet titled Swan Lake. In the well-known opera, a princess is turned into a White Swan, who falls in love with a prince but then commits suicide when she finds out that the prince confessed his love to the Black Swan. In the movie Black Swan, Nina has to deal with the challenges that arise from trying to accurately portray both characters whom are completely opposite. It is easy for Nina to be the White Swan. She is innocent and controlled. However, it was very hard for her to become the dark, seductive, and mysterious Black Swan. To fully become this character, Nina has to deal with the struggles of becoming the opposite of who she really is. This results in many hallucinations that involve harming herself. She also starts to imagine things that are not really happening. Eventually, Nina has psychotic episodes when she truly becomes the Black Swan. Whenever she takes a step into her transformation, she has hallucinations such as having black feathers come out of her skin. It also seems as if Nina is obsessed with perfection because she even tries to kill herself. The true reality is not what she sees because she is so trapped in the world of Swan Lake.
From time to time, the reader hears of a red light in the house of 124 Bluestone Road. Sethe is haunted by a life changing choice she made in her past. Her daughter's infant ghost haunts the house that Sethe and her daughter, Denver occupy. Sethe cannot move forward in her life because of a choice she made many years ago, which was to kill her baby girl. This decision was based upon the fact that Sethe did not want her daughter to be taken back into slavery. Sethe tries to repress the past, but cannot with this ghost haunting her. Paul D. proceeds to enters Sethe's life again, and as a result he causes more negative memories to resurface. He brings back the memories of Sweet Home, the plantation where they were slaves together. Sethe recalls Sweet Home and states, "Comes back whether we want it to or not" (Morrison 16). This statement reflects the meaning that no matter how hard someone tries, memories cannot be repressed forever, they will resurface at some point whether the person wants them to or not. When Paul D. arrives at her house, the memories from Sweet Home resurface, which in this instances is a very deconstructive matte...
In the story “The White Heron” by Sarah Orne Jewett you are introduced to a young girl and what her seemingly simple life entails. There is so much that can be learned about values and culture through the background information of the story. The story is a good example of a period piece that introduces us to the lifestyle one could expect in a 19th-century farm. A clear picture is painted showing us what society was like during that time in history. Through Sylvia the little girl, we learn so much about people and what the world is like for them in the 19th -century.
... eternally knotted in the combined tapestry of their lives, never to be disentangled from each other and therefore entwining their lives together as well as their memories of idyllic summers and bitter storms. Memory can be triggered by anything, causing life to run in a continual loop between the past and the future, the truth and the dream. Peter and Clarissa will always be shaped by their memories; that is, the core of their being. As Clarissa descends the stairs at the end of her party Peter wonders “what is this terror? What is this ecstacy? . . . What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement? It is Clarissa . . . For there she was” (194). And there she will always be, forever bound in his memory just as he is forever tied into hers, together creating their true identities.
Specifically, the way in which Paul D and Sethe animate the nearly twenty-year-old memories of Sweet Home Planation in an attempt to correct their current status. This article focuses principally on what Sivaraj defines as “two temporal planes” of memories; one of the past in Kentucky and the other of which is unceasingly being created within present day Cincinnati. Sivaraj focuses her interpretation upon the methods in which the characters appropriate the act of re-remembering since “each and every flashback from different perspective adds some more information to the previous once” (Sivaraj). Also, revealing how the narrative drives the reader to unquestioningly absorb the fragmented memories constructed by Sethe, which expels the multifaceted layers of Beloved’s narrative. Much like my own interpretation, Sivaraj also dedicates most of her consideration upon not only remembering the past but how one can stitch together the fragments of the communal memory in an attempt to alter their destiny. Furthermore, exploring the ways in which slavery of the Sweet Home Plantation penetrates the memory of Sethe and Paul D, ever manipulating their present-day image. Moreover, the author of this article brings attention the narrative’s voice that guides the augmented fragments of the characters
The book The Black Swan: The Impact of the HIGHLY IMPROBABLE, written by Nassim Nicholas Taleb; introduces the idea(s) of the black swan theory. The term black swan theory is a metaphor used to describe an event that comes as a surprise and has a major effect. Assumptions were all swans were white, however they are not as there was a rare discovery of black swans in Western Australia in 1697, by a Dutch explorer. Taleb, the author of this book is also the founder of the Black Swan Theory as he uses his background in philosophy and mathematics to describe randomness and uncertainty in society and everyday life.
Mare and her family lived in New York City. Her mother was a single parent who tried all her best to make sure that her children had all that the need. Sometimes Mara’s mother Shana didn’t have money, so they went to bed without food. Mara’s life was not how she wanted it to be. She wanted a big house, a father, and a happy big family. Instead her life was the opposite. Her dad died when she was only seven. When her father died, it ruined the family. Her father was the backbone of th...