. It was lovely afternoon the sun was receding slowly in the western sky painting the naturally blue canvas a shimmering orange mingled with yellow. The street was baptized in a golden hue as the bright star took its final bow. A the Potter family was preparing for dinner, as the mother cooked and the father prepared the table for his kin. As the final routine evening schedule was completed, a figure approached outside. He wore a long grey jacket, as to shield himself from the cold. He also sported a pair of old beaten up shoes, so old the tongue was torn off the left one. He walked around outside for a minute then he stopped and looked at the mailbox. On the side was a handprint the color of blue paint. He halted ,placed his hand on the print, …show more content…
Just as he opened them he saw the father glaring viciously at him, however he paid no mind and continued to the backyard where he saw a swing. He walked towards it and touched the seat, with a breath of sigh smiled remembering all the the times as a child he would fly off from going too high, then as he'd begin to cry his mother would comfort him with some iced tea and a band aid. He made his way back to the from off the house where the mother and father both awaited him. He held a glimpse of shock and fear in his eyes as if he were about to be shot for trespassing which was indeed illegal. They stared and asked him why he was there and he said” this is my old home, I lived here as a child may I come in?” They agreed to let him but only for a short time. He walked around touching doors walls and even their floor, much to their discomfort and displeasure. Every time he stopped he had another moment when he'd stand perfectly still and either laugh,cry,frown,or grimace to himself, causing serious tension to gather in the air. He walked upstairs to his room over to get a glimpse of his room.He smiled as he saw the little boy playing with toys, but he suddenly frowned up miserably as he had a memory of his father taking his toys and throwing them out of the
Usually, their home is silent, but when one day the narrator suddenly hears something inside another part of the house, the siblings escape to a smaller section, locked behind a solid oak door. In the intervening days, they become frightened and solemn; on the one hand noting that there is less housecleaning, but regretting that the interlopers have prevented them from retrieving many of their personal belongings. All the while, they can occasionally hear noises from the other
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
Looking out across the stone-paved road, she watched the neighborhood inside the coffee colored fence. It was very similar to hers, containing multiple cookie-cutter homes and an assortment of businesses, except no one was there was her color and no one in her neighborhood was their color. All of them had chocolate skin with eyes and hair that were all equally dark. Across the road to her right, a yellow fence contained honey colored people. She enjoyed seeing all the little, squinted almond eyes, much smaller then her own, which were wide set and round. One little, sunshine colored boy with dark straight hair raised his arm and waved his hand, but before she could do the same back her father called her into the house. His lips were pressed and his body was rigid, the blue of his eyes making direct contact with her
Knowing that there are other families out there just like the Walls, possibly some that are even worse, makes me think about how lucky I am and how good I have it. This book really brings to light the neglect that some people are raised in. The thought that someone could come out of such a negligent past with compas...
When the two-year old male arrived, he was very shy and made little contact with those who were surrounding him. The only eye contact that he made was with his grandmother. He said no more than “hey” to those in the room as he covered his face in the bosom of his grandmother. After about thirty-five minutes of being at what appeared to be a strange place to the young child, he slowly eased away from the warmth of his grandmother and began to explore the surrounding area, which was the backyard. At first, the child d not get any further than twenty feet from his grandmother for no more than
In conclusion, this was an awesome story. The above questions were the catalyst to the real truth that would make the brother to that little girl free at last. His son was determined to break the cycle and remedy this generational condition, although the means by which he used were terrible. But, he would get through to his father. He shed light in the dark place by first beating his father into sobriety, so that he could think clearly. He then helped his father to open up to the discussion concerning the secret he had held on to for so long. Then, he also convinced his father to burn the “Shawl” of his deceased sister. And finally, his father realized what the true story was. A story that would in turn loose the tie that bound them all together with generational sorrows.
Growing up, everything around him was decaying. Everytime he and his father set out to find food, his father always had the gun out, ready to kill. The father often handed the boy the gun and instructed him how to take his own life if they were to get in trouble. The boy grew up without a mother and now walks the barren, deserted streets littered with the dead with his father, trying not to die themselves. This would be hard to handle for an adult, let alone a child. Readers can understand and see that the boy’s constant state of fear is justified time after
After this event, the reader can really see that deep down, the protagonist loves and cares for his father. As he hears his father enter the house babbling gibberish, he begins getting worried.
She waited until the next morning and went to prison with the special shoes and socks he wore. She begged them to let my father have these things. They only laughed at her! “He doesn’t need anything where he’s going, lady. Go home and take that with you.” Six weeks later the postman brought a letter. My father’s name was Martin and it said the following: “Martin Wolf, age 47, died of unknown causes.” Then they sent a little urn, where you put ashes when someone dies. My father had died! My mother wrote to me, “Our father is no longer with us. What am I going to do? How am I going to exist?”
The father’s character begins to develop with the boy’s memory of an outing to a nightclub to see the jazz legend, Thelonius Monk. This is the first sign of the father’s unreliability and how the boy’s first recollection of a visitation with him was a dissatisfaction to his mother. The second sign of the father’s lack of responsibility appears again when he wanted to keep taking the boy down the snowy slopes even though he was pushing the time constraints put on his visitation with his son. He knew he was supposed to have the boy back with his mother in time for Christmas Eve dinner. Instead, the father wanted to be adventurous with his son and keep taking him down the slopes for one last run. When that one last run turned into several more, the father realized he was now pushing the time limits of his visit. Even though he thought he was going to get him home, he was met with a highway patrol’s blockade of the now closed road that led home.
“At this time in my life I lived in a very old town house, where I often heard unexplainable noises in the attic. One night, when I was about 11, my parents went out to a party, leaving me all alone. The night was stormy, with crashes of lightening and thunder outside. Having nothing to do, I fell asleep after eating too much ice cream. All of a sudden, my alarm clock goes off in the middle of the night, reading 3 o’clock. I’m wondering why ...
A child’s coming of age is a universal and inevitable transition that Seth does not foresee or even expect, and until looking back on it almost thirty-five years later, he does not realize the true significance of his passage. That day Seth’s very foundations were rocked as his eyes were opened to the world and its ways. When the story begins Seth’s transition has already begun to take place, and the smooth and repetitive rhythm of his life that has always brought him so much comfort slowly begins to crumble. Even such a small and seemingly insignificant thing as not being allowed to go outside in June without shoes, something which he has always been able to do, puzzles and confuses Seth. The appearance of the odd and out of place stranger even further fascinates and bewilders the small boy. Seth’s world begins to spin even faster and stranger as he sees Dellie, a woman that he has always thought he knew so well and even refers to her as being methodical as a machine, violently strikes her son as he has never seen her do and later as Old Jebb questions Seth’s mother’s very words. Until that day, Seth has never considered the fact that things would ever any different than they always had been.
I was alert sitting by the window facing the oak tree, the same oak tree where I had left trinkets “like Indian pennies, chewing gum, soap dolls, a rusty medal, a broken watch and a chain for Scout and Jem to find.” The pagent was over and I was expecting to see Scout and Jem by the tree anytime. I heard them running, Scout was having some problems as she was caged in her dress. I was startled to hear another set of unfamiliar, heavy footsteps as if someone was following Scout and Jem. I then heard the scuffling and kicking sound and Scout’s plea for help. I bolted out of the house, focused on reaching the kids in time. I noticed Scout was on the ground, trying to wiggle out of her dress, she seemed bruised. Jem was trying to free himself from the man, he was hurt and screaming. The man was relentless as he pounded him with one blow after another. Jem was hurt, his arm was dangling as if broken. Seeing, the man raise his hand with a shiny object in his hand, I bumped into him with all my strength. The man lost his balance, his foot hit the root of the tree and the knife fell from his hand as he hit the ground with a loud thump and a ear shattering
Twine is a game development platform that is relatively simple to use and allows one to create an interactive narrative. These games are played by clicking on certain portions of text in order to advance to the next section of the narrative. The Temple of No is a nonconforming twine game about the adventures of either a man, woman, or frog. In this game you follow the character through a short narrative to find a map that knows everything. The game was released by Crows Crows Crows and co-created by Dominik Johann and William Pugh; they created the game in effort to re-create the idea of a twine game and give the player an enjoyable experience. Many aspects of this game align with Miguel Sicart’s definitions of play. Sicart describes play in
As the kid went into the candy store, the reaction of his face was priceless. Like all kids in a candy store, his eyes livened up and his mouth drooled. It was kind of amusing to watch, but the grandparents loved every second of it. They knew that as the kid grew older, he would go his separate way and would not be as close to them. They wanted to cherish the moment, enjoy every little detail about the boy, and spend as much time with him before he would “leave the nest.”