Maritza S. 1/21/17 StoryTeller - Poetry to Prose - The Rose that Grew from the Concrete The Rose that Grew from the Concrete Prologue In the first two chapters Rose is in the hospital. While her home was being robbed, by her bestfriend's boyfriend, Rose is in her cozy bed sleeping. Her real self is currently in surgery, and her spirit is in the bathroom deciding to live or not. Rose’s Point of View As I open my eyes, the lights burns them. I sat on the counter, reflecting about what I had to do next. My mind was almost made. I couldn’t live with the guilty of sending my best friend’s boyfriend to jail. I just couldn’t do it. The tears just kept coming. I … I can’t do this anymore. I relax causing my body slouch. I grab to get my phone …show more content…
I go wash my for any last blood. I go into my room and start to turn on the TV for any news. Then, I get a voicemail. I get my phone and listen to my voicemail. I was Clarissa, she said that Rose was not any better. They needed more O- blood, and she knew I had that same type of blood. At that moment I knew that I would look suspicious if I didn't say yes so I call her back. She doesn’t answer so I go visit her in the ER. I get to the hospital being greeted with empty seats. I stay there hoping to see her coming. As I turn around I see her wearing my sweatshirt. I smiled at the thought. Clarissa’s Point of View I go to Starbucks, ordering a hot drink, causing the cold sweat to disappear. I drive back to the hospital, hoping to be welcomed with good news. As I enter I see Matt, my heart racing as his eyes reach mine. I run to him. As I get there he embraces me into a hug, digging my face into his sweatshirt. I was recognize a faint smell of blood but destroy that thought from my mind. “Thank you for coming.” I say as he lets go of me. “You know that would do anything for you and the people that you …show more content…
I quickly sit up as the nurse’s and doctor's flood into the room. I look around noticing the parents outside the room. The mother's eyes full of tears. The father tried to calm down the mother without making a difference. I stand up and walk out of the room into the lobby. I don't see Clarissa, I panic because I didn't want her boyfriend near her. I turn around hoping to find her. I hen notice she is talking alone with the doctor. Her face dropped to a frown. I ran over to her and hug her. I could smell her rose perfume. I then hear the word hope. I thought I had heard that they had hope for me living. But at that exact moment I see the tear running down Clarissaś face. I don't understand. I quickly glance at the doctor's clipboard and notice the words saying bad
In Rose 's essay he gives personal examples of his own life, in this case it’s his mother who works in a diner. “I couldn 't put into words when I was growing up, but what I
She thought about her family, and the neighbors, and the town, and the dogs next door, and everyone and everything she has ever met or seen. As she began to cry harder, she looked out the window at the stores and buildings drifting past, becoming intoxicated suddenly with the view before her. She noticed a young woman at the bus stop, juggling her children on one side of her, shielding them from the bus fumes.
Alice Walker’s “Roselily”, when first read considered why she decided to use third person. Especially when the story is in such a private line of thought, but then after my second time reading the story I decided that Roselily would not be a strong enough woman to speak about the social injustices that have happened to her. One key part of the story is her new life she will be facing after she is married in Chicago, while comparing it with her old life she is leaving in Mississippi. In Chicago she will no longer have a job, but instead be a homemaker where she will be responsible for the children and home. Also, in Chicago she will become a Muslim because it is what her new husband will want her to be, but back in Mississippi she was of the Christian faith. One of the more positive outcomes of her marriage is that she will go from extreme poverty, to not having to worry about money on a day to day basis.
First, the poem “The Rose that Grew from concrete” uses Symbols and conflict to develop the theme of You have to rise above the obstacles. First, the author uses Symbols to develop the theme
After the experience passes, Rose doesn't regret her actions. Although the reality sets in and she sees the man without rose colored glasses, she shows excitement, and joy that she had transformed in her mind, becoming a different woman in the same
The imagery Rose uses really reminds me of ‘Shawshank Redemption’. The whole time there is Morgan Freeman going into more and more detail about the situation and picking out quirks about the character he is speaking about that you wouldn’t have known and things that maybe you didn’t know you wanted to know about the character. Rose gives people in his story true life, and you can really picture them and get a sense of them as a human
got in the car, and went to visit her. Being as it was a very large hospital,
(4) In this section of the story, Rose’s mother de-escalate the actions of Rose instead of losing it with her. With this Rose’s mother took the matter as a everyday thing and helped not make it more troublesome than needed be. This relates back to the main point that not everything needs to be taken seriously and to not over-react on certain
The narrator of the woman’s rose starts by describing the content of a wooden box which has been kept with special care over the years. This box is special because it contains a rose which is unique. Among the rose once belonged some other flowers but none are as important as the rose which resisted the test of time. The narrator moves on by describing the story behind her rose. When she was still fifteen, she visited a village where single men constituted the majority of the population. The narrator describes the only girl who was seen there and the young girl had power to seduce the men. Every one of them was falling for her. As soon as the narrator made her apparition in the village, the young girl became
I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.
In the ever-increasing construction industry, concrete forms the basic building block. Concrete consists mainly of three raw materials apart from water. These are cement, coarse aggregate, and fine aggregate. Out of these raw materials, cement and coarse aggregate can be easily manipulated to match the needs of how concrete should be made. While sand, which amounts to about 35% of the volume of concrete, is mainly obtained from natural sources like river beds, the quality and texture of sand cannot be.
All she saw was the older boy run down the stairs with clenched fists and a red face. She knew something was wrong. The older girl ran out the front crying and the boy sat down telling the younger girl to get out and stop asking if he’s okay. Minutes past and the candle was lit. She was happy even though they weren’t.
I check my water jug, just in case, nadda. I run around my small room collecting the thrown about pieces of clothing and put them all on as fast as I could. I check to see if my room's door
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....