John arrived home that day intent on finally going through with it. He passes under the portrait of his mother beaming down at him. Tears like thick dog slobber well in his eyes. “I’m sorry mother” he says, in a high pitched squeal, as snot bubbles burst at his nose. Shuffling towards his computer, he opens up the saved word document marked “The End”(47). He walks pigeon toed through his small,dark, and drab house. A large support beam cuts through second story of the room like the arm of a gallows. While a radiator hisses at him from the corner. Grabbing a bag labeled Happpy Hardware Store, John makes his way towards the garage.
John’s Garage small, the ceiling is assorted shades of brown from dried water stains, mildew would fill the air
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What does anyone care he thinks. Eyeing the stockpile of paint supplies, John begins to dry swallow one pill after another. His eyelids grow heavier and heavier, he turns on the car and begins to drift off to sleep. The radio plays Eric Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven”.
John wakes up. He smacks his lips to the taste of bile and cherry flavoring. The front of his shirt covered in pill filled vomit. The smell drifts up, as sour spit fills the back of his throat. He leans over and throws up again. His car’s passenger seat is now covered in vomit. Through bloodshot, groggy eyes he looks around to see no trace of emissions in his car, this coupled with the indicator on the dash showing his hybrids battery now at forty percent. John pounds the steering wheel with his fists. Why can’t I do anything right he thought, as tears roll down his crusty chin.
Across the dash John sees a bright orange electrical cord hanging from the wall. John steps out of the car, he grabs the electrical cord, and runs through the hall to the living room. He passes under the portrait of his mother. Not looking at her, he sheepishly hides the electrical
So as the morning Sun rose. The light beamed on Christopher's face. The warmth of the sun welcomed him to a new day and woke up in a small house in Los Angeles. Christopher is a tall, male, that loves technology and video games. He stretched and went to the restroom it was 9 o'clock and he was thankful it was spring break and didn’t have to go to school. Christopher made his way to the kitchen trying not wake up his parents and made himself breakfast. He served himself cereal Honey Bunches of Oats to be exact with almond milk. Then he took a shower and watched some YouTube videos before doing his homework.
She had been in New York for quite some time, doing well in school and with a brand new best friend. When she returned to her grandparents, she nurtured her grandpa in his last moments, and when he had taken his last breath a little bit of Jacqueline had slipped away as well. It isn’t that she hadn’t cherished the time with her grandfather, but as if his death was too sudden, and when she had started to really find her way in New York and South Carolina began to fade into a memory, the news was a wake up call.
Louisa May Alcott’s selection of detail and visually descriptive language encourages the audience to envision the memory in a way similar to how Alcott experienced it and further develop the emotions she felt. In her initial introduction to John, she notices his physical condition, “John sat with bent head, hands folded on his knee, and no outward sign of suffering, till, looking nearer, I saw great tears roll down and drop upon the floor. It was a new sight there; for, though I had seen many suffer, some swore, some groaned, most endured silently, but none wept… [I] took him in. Gathering the bent head in my arms.. As if he [was] a little child” (Alcott 2). The conventional traits of a soldier, being strong and unfazed, are challenged when John starts to genuinely display his feelings and the moment of realization the reader has when they hear of the soldiers fragility and vulnerability is a demoralizing time. Having the ability to visualize the the physical state that John was in, only helps create a stronger feeling of empathy towards him. It is human nature to want to empathize with someone who is suffering and in this piece, the reader learns of John’s emotions and has no choice but to want to show compassion and understanding for his situation. However, as the soldier’s pain progresses, the audience is becoming furthermore emotionally invested in his story. In John’s final moments of dying, Alcott describes his final desperate actions. “John was dying… I sat down by him, wiped drops from his forehead, stirred the air about him with a slow wave of a fan, and waited to help him die.. he suffered dumbly… and again and again he tore the covering off his breast, as if the lightest weight added to his agony” (Alcott 3). By now, the audience is realizing that John is in a very deplorable condition and is unlikely to recover. The feelings of desperation and helplessness
“I still recall… going into the large, darkened parlor to see my brother and finding the casket, mirrors and pictures all draped in white, and my father seated by his side, pale and immovable. As he took no notice of me, after standing a long while, I climbed upon his knee, when he mechanically put his arm about me and with my head resting against his beating heart we both sat in silence, he thinking of the wreck of all his hopes in the loss of a dear son, and I wondered what could be said or done to fill the void in his breast. At length, he heaved a deep sign and said: “Oh, my daughter, I wish you were a
...nterpersonal interactions are with her husband, our perspective of her is skewed. The narrator becomes deliberately infantilized as John takes a parental role beyond that of a husband or doctor. As the narrative progresses, the increased loss of the self becomes more apparent. The narrator remains unnamed until the end of the story. The ending is unclear, conflicting between a complete loss of the self and a defiant liberation. In the final lines of the story, the narrator is given a named identity: “’I 've got out at last,’ said I, ‘in spite of you and Jane. And I 've pulled off most of the paper, so you can 't put me back!’” (Gilman). The narrator becomes a manifestation of distress and anxiety, rather than a real woman. The yellow wallpaper takes on a role of its own, and this relationship between the narrator and her material surroundings becomes all consuming.
As largely out of place Linda is, she still manages to have a sense of love and affection towards John. It is insignificant to John's already made choices as to whether or not Linda truly cares. Yet, it still dwells on shaping the boy’s decisions. Firstly, when John talks to Bernard about his memories they are brief and John chooses not to think too much of them and accepts the fact that they happened. This proves John’s optimism towards difficult situations. Also, he never held a grudge against his mother for being so socially unacceptable and making it hard for John to live his own way. In the end John still held onto her. Another way John shows optimism is how he deals with the bullies in the reservation. Instead of keeping it on his mind how mean and rude the other boys where, the raggedy boy instead thought about how h...
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
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. Three weeks ago John, twenty-four years old, finished his fourth semester of college.
And the only work there s... ... middle of paper ... ... a single word–"nevermore." All his emotionally powerful descriptions of the scene end with this one word. It resounds and persists as a ringing death bell, capturing the despair of the narrator and ending each paragraph with another pang.
Back in New York, Wilson types at his desk in a much cleaner apartment. He receives a call from Scott praising the pages of his new novel. A close up on the computer screen shows the last two words Wilson wrote, “THE END.”
John meets the family and is delighted by the excessive kindness he receives from the man’s wife and six children, they all ate beans and the loaf of bread that John had just bought at the café and for a dessert they all split the thinly sliced Milky Way bars that John had also gotten from the café. Afterwards, John and the father walk outside and talk about how he never makes enough to pay his debts but he doesn’t give up. They go and urinate and John remembers when he was a child reading the story of a black boy stopping to urinate in the swamp and it’s at his moment that john feels like he has completely made the transformation from white boy reading about a story in a big house to the black man urinating in the swamp. John later ask about the population of alligator around his house and then asked why he doesn’t hunt them and eat the meat in their tales, and to that the man responds with the law that states that you can be charged a fine for killing alligators. They return to the house after fetching some well-water for the kids to bathe and for them to shave. Before they all fall asleep all of the kids give their parents and John a kiss and a hug goodnight. While the others sleep John is still awake and witnesses the reasoning behind why they had so many children, and he described it as being because of the despair of living in the swamp and the smell of poverty drives a man to cling to his
10Although he had been trying to forget his mother’s death and other painful memories, he now had to confront it for his essay assignment. In paragraph 11, Gage provides concrete evidence of the profound emotional impact that Miss Hurd’s assignment had on him:
... at the man, the unbidden memory of my parents’ lifeless body in the open casket washes over my mind. My head begins to throb. I fight back tears, screaming in agony.
I finally convince myself that I can not let go of John because I never took the chances I had to tell him that he was special to me. He died earlier than anyone thought he would, and I knew him. This was supposed to happen to other people, but it is happening to me.
After he was packed Billy quietly tiptoed out his room and began his descent down the ramshackled stairs. He cringed every time the dilapidated, rickety steps creaked in distress, fretful that the slightest sound would alert the landlady to his escape. When he finally got to the bottom, he sighed in relief. Confident that he was in the clear Billy strode nonchalantly towards the exit, safety, and refuge from this accursed bed and breakfast was tantalizingly close.