Going to the shore on the first morning of the holiday, the young English
boy stopped at a turning of the path and looked down at a wild and rocky
bay, and then over to the crowded beach he knew so well from other years.
His mother walked on in front of him, carrying a bright-striped bag in one
hand. Her other arm, swinging loose, was very white in the sun. The boy
watched that white, naked arm, and turned his eyes, which had a frown
behind them, toward the bay and back again to his mother. When she felt
he was not with her, she swung around. "Oh, there you are, Jerry!" she
said. She looked impatient, then smiled. "Why, darling, would you rather
not come with me? Would you rather-" She frowned, conscientiously
worrying over
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He was very familiar with that
anxious, apologetic smile. Contrition sent him running after her. And yet, as
he ran, he looked back over his shoulder at the wild bay; and all morning,
as he played on the safe beach, he was thinking of it.
Next morning, when it was time for the routine of swimming and
sunbathing, his mother said, "Are you tired of the usual beach, Jerry? Would
you like to go somewhere else?"
"Oh, no!" he said quickly, smiling at her out of that unfailing impulse of
contrition - a sort of chivalry. Yet, walking down the path with her, he
blurted out, "I'd like to go and have a look at those rocks down there."
She gave the idea her attention. It was a wild-looking place, and there was
no one there, but she said, "Of course, Jerry. When you've had enough
come to the big beach. Or just go straight back to the villa, if you like." She
walked away, that bare arm, now slightly reddened from yesterday's sun,
swinging. And he almost ran after her again, feeling it unbearable that she
should go by herself, but he did not.
She was thinking, Of course he's old enough to be safe without me. Have
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On the edge of a small cape that marked the side of the bay away from the
promontory was a loose scatter of rocks. Above them, some boys were
stripping off their clothes. They came running, naked, down to the rocks.
The English boy swam towards them, and kept his distance at a stone's
throw. They were of that coast, all of them burned smooth dark brown, and
speaking a language he did not understand. To be with them, of them, was a
craving that filled his whole body. He swam a little closer; they turned and
watched him with narrowed, alert dark eyes. Then one smiled and waved. It
was enough. In a minute, he had swum in and was on the rocks beside
them, smiling with a desperate, nervous supplication. They shouted
cheerful greetings at him, and then, as he preserved his nervous,
uncomprehending smile, they understood that he was a foreigner strayed
from his own beach, and they proceeded to forget him. But he was happy.
He was with them.
They began diving again and again from a high point into a well of blue sea
between rough, pointed rocks. After they had dived and come up,
Suffering from the death of a close friend, the boy tries to ignore his feelings and jokes on his sister. His friend was a mental patient who threw himself off a building. Being really young and unable to cope with this tragedy, the boy jokes to his sister about the bridge collapsing. "The mention of the suicide and of the bridge collapsing set a depressing tone for the rest of the story" (Baker 170). Arguments about Raisinettes force the father to settle it by saying, "you will both spoil your lunch." As their day continues, their arguments become more serious and present concern for the father who is trying to understand his children better. In complete agreement with Justin Oeltzes’ paper, "A Sad Story," I also feel that this dark foreshadowing of time to come is an indication of the author’s direct intention to write a sad story.
on to his feet, jumped down to the beach, knelt and swept a double armful of sand into a
He recalls on the last day while they were making sand castles she told him that this journey is something he needs to do for himself. The gorgeous sandcastle that glistened in the sun was washed away the next day. He as well left that day to embark on his journey. As Chunky Rice thinks about the times he has had with Dandel on the beach he wishes that he could build that sandcastle back up with Dandel.
Walking out the door and find you there, still haven’t done your hair. Pull yourself together you tell yourself, it’s all the weather. Break your surroundings before you try, I swear you try. California can’t solve you, I can’t solve you. I’m a piece of you that could fall off, at any point.
The timelessness of his voyage had come to an end. The crashing of waves upon the ship’s hull on the open sea had been replaced by the sound of lapping waves upon the shore of their destination. The bitter wind did not seem as harsh, and the sound of Lezos gulls ensured him that they had arrived at their destination.
Hi my name ’s Pete, I’m a goldfish the other animals make fun of me but I only have a small memory and My owners are two kids, but they are always fighting. Like right now Luke is pestering Amy, again, uh oh I think it’s getting serious, Luke has her book and is bolting right at me.
I didn't know if I had the courage to do this. Something, somewhere in the depths of my mind was slowly stirring, holding me away from the edge – the need to survive. It was the urge that had made me drop the pills from my hand; the same feeling that had made me drop the rope that I was tying to the floor, to leave it in a tangled heap, a fitting metaphor for the mess that was my mind. But on that day, I had killed it.
As I crept out of the window around a quarter to midnight, I ran to the barn to saddle Chestnut. I had to be very quiet so the master would not be disturbed. My pockets were filled with potatoes and bread. Although I was hungry and could smell the aroma of the freshly cooked bread from the night before, I knew I needed to lead the horse out with food to keep him in my favor. The horse neighed softly and followed me out to the pasture. Gaining his trust, I hoisted myself on his back and off we trotted. Miles later, I stopped behind an old abandoned barn to rest for the night. As the morning sun began its journey, I noticed something familiar a patch of woods with a frozen lake. If I remembered correctly, my dad’s old master owned these woods. I spent my childhood running
I feel him watching me. Wanting something from me, I know, I cannot give. Alone, in this abandoned room, the smell of death lies heavily on the air. I feel him, standing behind me, towering me with his rippling, inky figure. Rusting chains are draped across his decaying body, grinding against each other.
...light arose, my eyes began to squint shut trying to block the sunlight drifting in. I failed and immediately woke up opening my red watery burning eyes. David ran through the rough edged sedimentary grey rocks and through the bright green leaves of the trees with an idea. “To get rescued we should make a large SOS sign with rocks so that the planes flying from above can see it” he said. I thought the idea was incredible, so we all came together placing rock after rock deeply in the wet sparkly sludge like sand. After a long hardworking 12 hours we were finally finished. As we waited anxiously day after day for rescue we finally received it. Fifteen days later a enormous smooth plane landed on the island. As the plane slowly lifted off the almond colored ground making a turbo noise, I felt that we all learned in any situation that we need to stick together to survive.
After all that Tom has done to me I’m glad I ran over Myrtle He should really know who he’s messing with Maybe now he dose Daisy’s supposed to be mine. I don’t know what he thought he was doing by marrying her. He should of just married Myrtle if he’s so worried about her. I know for a fact no one especially not Tom, can love Daisy the way I do. I
I tell this sullen filled story from the fiery pits of hell where I will never again be at peace away from the endless torments of the heartless devil. There is a long bitter story for how my once luxurious life transformed into such a somber cruel existence. It was but a month ago I had been driving in a nonchalant manner through my placid neighborhood after the the joyous sun had set and the moon had taken over with it’s shadows casted through the thick darkness. If i was to guess, my speed was exceeding 60 miles per hour through the quiet residential area with a measly speed limit of 25 miles per hour. How foolish i had been putting so many lives in danger, yet at the moment i was living my life with no thought of the danger being invoked
It was frosty out and he shivered as he trekked down, wetting his boots and the knees of his pants in the small water ways that dotted the seaside and leaked into the caves. He cursed his rotten luck momentarily. And suddenly, the singing was right in front of him, in the cave. Cautiously, he went in, afraid of what h...
We were huddling around a campfire in the open darkness of the night. It was the only thing that brought us warmth in the brisk air. A light shot up into the air, crackling until, boom, an explosion of colour which radiated light. It was the night of all nights, which celebrated our national identity.
Geared up, we stood on the edge of the pier, staring into the water. It had a dark murky color to it, uninviting and almost repulsive. It was 10 pm and the sun had already set. Only the lights of a nearby restaurant reflected off the water’s black surface. The walk to the pier was dangerous.