The Struggle In William Faulkner's The Sisters Grimm

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I didn’t take much effort to distinguish my excited energetic expression from my regular scowl, which is due to not being able to see; not being mad all the time. The plane suddenly landed, but not in New York city as intended. The man flying the plane informs us that the plane hit something, that wasn’t visible. I was frustrated, but eager to explore the little town we crashed in. I looked around observing the surroundings, as everyone else stayed in the plane. So me and my parents walked around. There was nobody outside of their houses, but something that caught my eye was a sign that said “Welcome to Ferryport Landing.” I’d read a book about the town days prior, so I knew how dangerous it was. I urged my mom and dad to leave, but they didn’t …show more content…

Hamstead took a sip of his coffee and shrugged his shoulder as if it were an everyday occurrence. I thought for a moment about the book I was reading: The Sisters Grimm. There was a sheriff with the last name Hamstead who looked exactly like his illustration in the book. I looked at him oddly, and my dad asked him a question. “Do you know anywhere we could get hot dogs?’ he asked. The sheriff looked confused and disgusted, but he replied. “No, and I’m glad there isn’t either. Us pigs are treated so badly.” I looked at my parents, but they looked as if they ignored Hamstead saying “us.” We finally made it to where the plane crashed, but the engineer couldn’t fix it no matter how hard he tried. Everyone else seemed to give up too, because they got out of the plane and walked away. My parents exited the town, but when I tried to, I’d just get pushed back. It was as if there was some barrier around the whole town. Remembering the green blade, I tried cutting a hole in the air. I walked through the invisible hole I cut, but there were questions to be answered, like my inability to cross the town’s barrier. In the book I was reading, it said Ferry Port Landing’s barrier didn’t allow everafters to leave. But I’m not an everafter… Am

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