The adventure of the red duck One sunny morning a friendly lady named Mrs. Majeska which lived a happy life. Mrs. Majeska lived in a small cabin house that sat at the end of one path and at the beginning of another path. The left path leads to the city. The right path led through the woods and meadow that led to the ocean shore.(5). One day she went out to go find driftwood for the kindling and hoping she could find some leeks for her soup. (6). The little red rubber duck floated off the ocean to the shore of the ocean. The little red duck had a long trip. The ship that the little red duck was on got into a storm accident and the ship did not make it through the storm. The large cargo that was holding the ducks unlatched open and all
Miss Strangeworth is a very proud woman, almost too proud about her house and her town. The first thing she brags about are her roses, she never lets anyone take them because she loves them so much. She also was very proud of her grandmother and grand father because they were the first to build a house in what is now a town, the town ‘wanted to put up a
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
Through her three marriages, the death of her one true love, and proving her innocence in Tea Cake’s death, Janie learns to look within herself to find her hidden voice. Growing as a person from the many obstacles she has overcome during her forty years of life, Janie finally speaks her thoughts, feelings and opinions. From this, she finds what she has been searching for her whole life, happiness.
He decided to travel into the town square. It was there that he saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Desperate to meet someone, he approach...
of the book, Janie resents her grandmother for “living” her life for her and planning her future. To find out what will happen in a persons future, they need to live their life on their own an...
Gliding over to the kitchen, Minnie continued with her everyday tasks. She began by clearing the table, a task that should have been completed the night before but was left untouched. She put things away one by one and in a quiet manner. She lightly opened and shut the cupboards, placing pots and pans where they belonged, one by one, straight from the table to under the sink. It was cold in that kitchen. Minnie looked out the window to her neighbor’s house. Perhaps today she would go visit; perhaps today she would not.
Continuing the journey after leaving the restaurant, Grandma suggests stopping at a nearby plantation of her childhood. Grandmother relays a childhood rumor that the house contains a secret panel full of silver. To Bailey’s consternation and Grandmother’s delight the children demand they stop there. After a long search for the house Grandmother
“A Worn Path” is a short story written by Eudora Welty. It is based on an elderly African-American grandmother named Phoenix Jackson, who goes for a walk to the town of Natchez on a cold December morning to get some medicine for her ailing grandson. This story speaks of the obstacles Phoenix endured along the way and how she overcame them. The theme, central idea or message that the author wishes to convey to his or her readers, in “A Worn Path” is one of determination. Phoenix Jackson is determined to get to Natchez, in order to get medicine for her grandson; she does not let any obstacles get in her way. The theme of determination is shown in many ways throughout this short story.
Eudora's mother never had to go to the grocery store. Everything that she needed was delivered to their doorstep. On a special occasion, her mother might run out of something and need one of the kids to run down to The Little Store for her. Eudora was always the first one to run into the kitchen. On her way to the store, she saw many familiar things. She remembered the bumps in the sidewalks from when sat on them and watched the Armistice Parade go by. While she walked, she passed the house where the teenage girls danced everyday. They practiced the dance to the same record, over and over. Eudora saw them bobbing past their dining-room windows while they danced with each other. Then she passed her principal?s house, and Eudora prayed that the principal would not come out. If she would happen to emerge while Eudora was passing by, she would stop Eudora and ask her to spell the only word that kept Eudora from passing her spelling exams with a perfect grade. ?Eudora Alice Welty, spell OBLIGE? (Welty 79). Eudora would still miss it every time. The last house Eudora sa...
In the beginning of the short story Mary had gone over to buy eggs from Mrs. Fullerton one of the older ladies that lived in a run down farm. Mrs. Fullerton’s house in the story was described as one of a kind and unique. She had lived there for 50 years and she remembers growing up and watching her community flourish day by day. Mary had taken
Marie’s grandparent’s had an old farm house, which was one of many homes in which she lived, that she remembers most. The house was huge, she learned to walk, climb stairs, and find hiding places in it. The house had a wide wrap around porch with several wide sets of stairs both in front and in back. She remembers sitting on the steps and playing with one of the cats, with which there was a lot of cats living on the farm...
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
As I began to walk this trail, I began to recollect the days of when I was a kid playing in the woods, the birds chirping and the squirrels running free. The trees interlocking each other as if I am walking through a tunnel with the smell of fresh pine and a hint of oak all around me; a hint of sunshine every now and then is gleaming down on the beat path. This path is not like your ordinary path, it has been used quite some time, as if hundreds of soldiers have marched this very path.
Janet walks outside and finds nothing but dirt, empty cars and houses. She sees bicycles left lying in the street, as if the children were snatched off them while riding away from something. Janet walks down what used to be a beautiful street, lined with oak and willow trees. What she finds now is a desolate world in which she seems to be alone.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood | And sorry I could not travel both | And be one traveler, long I stood | And looked down one as far as I could | To where it bent in the undergrowth. (Lines 1-5)