In 1972 the small close-knit town of Rockport, Missouri, Clara Reed Annabell Zacharia Yancey was exhausted. Her normally beautiful brown hair was now matted and dry, her normally healthy slim figure had now turned to a sickly sack of bones, and her gorgeous gleaming green eyes were now full of gloom and guilt. she was exhausted of pretending she was ok, and exhausted of all the heavy hearted looks the town gave her whenever she left her home. All the grief stricken glances and all the overbearing “are you okays?” only reminded her of the remorse she felt when she heard about the fishing incident. Her husband and son went fishing for the weekend and Her son, Zach, dropped his favorite worn out brown cap his father gave him into the water, …show more content…
Clara cleared her throat after 5 days of crying herself to sleep, “honey, you need to eat, daddy would want you to grow big and strong, you don't wanna disappoint him would you?” Zach slowly nodded his head no and sat down to eat his breakfast. Clara reached into her dusty wooden pantry to pull out pancake mix, and to her surprise there was none, she thought about it long and hard wondering if going out to get her son breakfast was worth the eyes of the whole town following her every move. “come on Zach, we need to go to the grocery store” She locked the door to her house and begrudgingly walked over to her worn Ford pickup truck, the trucks paint was now a brownish red hue, due to over exposure from offroading, and running into one too many thorn bushes. She opened the door to her truck, made sure Zach was inside and drove to the …show more content…
She put up the groceries and quickly went to her room and began howling in anguish, she felt horrendous for blaming her child for the death of her husband but those feelings just fueled the flame of extreme despair and sent her into even more sadness. After several hours of crying her body couldn't take it anymore and she fell asleep short after She woke up and felt as if her soul had been ripped from her body, however she stopped crying. She went to go check on Zach and the sight of him made her furious. She had always loved, cherished and taken care of Zach but after her husband died, she woke up every morning hating herself for hating her son. She grabbed the large pillow from her room that her husband bought her for her birthday, and opened the door to Zach's room carefully as to not wake him up, as she crept ever so carefully to her son's bedside she began to Hoover the large pillow over her son's face, knowing she could easily overpower him. As she lowered the pillow mere inches over his head light brown head of hair she immediately stopped and ran out of her house towards her truck, through a mess of teary eyes and loud crying she put the key in the ignition and drove off, Clara left her home and her son, not knowing when she would return. The thought that she almost smothered her son to death made her sick to her stomach. All of the thoughts
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones was a woman who was a victim of attempted robbery. While she was walking, a young man by the name of Roger attempted to snatch her pocketbook but fell when the strap broke. Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones proceeded to grab the boy by his shirt and ask him what was wrong with him and why was he so dirty. When he responded that he had no one to go home to or look after him, she lead him to her house where she fed him and even allowed him to wash-up. She even shared her life story with him and gave him advice about life, which made Roger feel as if someone cared about him.
Jonas rode all the way to the top of another hill before his exhausted legs couldn’t push the pedals anymore. Deciding he would walk all the way down, Jonas got off his worn out bike, grabbed Gabriel, and started trudging down the hill. About half way, Jonas could feel sleep falling upon him. With every staggering step, he seemed to be slowly giving up, letting the crisp air pierce through his lungs with every breath, and his parched throat in desperate need of water. His lips were patched and cracked. Panting like a thirsty dog, Jonas closed his eyes, wishing he could find shelter somewhere. He turned to his side and looked at Gabriel .
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
Laura lives in the St. Louis of the Depression with her restless brother Tom and her half-mad, overbearing mother Amanda. Her father left the family for a life on the road. "He worked for the telephone-company and fell in love with long distances." This left Tom as the only breadwinner in the family and her mother in a desperate and touched condition. Tom got a job in a warehouse. He deeply resented this and craved freedom and adventure. He would disappear every night to go to the movies to find his release. This would soon be not enough, though, and both Laura and her mother sensed this. The mother constantly hounded Tom. She would continually point out every flaw he had. They would erupt into fierce arguments that made it difficult to tell if she was deliberating with Tom or his absent father. Her mother was from the south; a place called Blue Mountain. She was a beautiful girl there and had a lot of gentleman callers. She pined bitterly over the loss of this place and time and the poor choice she made in husbands. Even if Laura had no physical defects it would have been hard for her to succeed given these circumstances.
Sad that we were forgotten, we were barely hungry anymore. When the kids went up for food, we stayed behind. From across the hall, I could see our relatives having a great time gathering their food. Then, something was blocking my view. When I looked up at the face of the figure, I realized it was my Dad coming this way! Quickly, I looked over to Sam who saw the same thing I did. We waited while he slowly made his way down the hallway. By the time he made it, he knew we saw him. Just before the door frame, he stopped and waved for us to come towards him. On our hurried way out of the room, I glanced over at Maddie. She saw us leave and didn’t seem to care all that much. Although Maddie likes our older cousins, she has much more fun with the younger ones. For some reason kids love Maddie. Instead of caring about what Sam and I were up to, she turned her attention to the children whom loved her attention. When Sam and I arrived at our father, he waited to speak so we could catch our breath. “You guys want to sit with your cousins right?” Without hesitation, we nodded in agreement. “Well I guess you can…” Before he could finish, we sped up the hallway.
I woke up in a dark quiet car. Slowly I sat up and looked outside “Its night already?” I whispered and looked at my watch. “12 o’clock in the morning?” I wondered with a frown marring my face. “Huh……...we should have left a few hours ago?” I thought curiously, as a sudden realization hit me, as my family and friends; were still inside in one of our family friend's houses. I got out of the car; both hands tucked inside my jacket pockets, I started walking lazily across the lawn and towards the house.
The reader feels happy for her as she finally gets some time to relax with her family at the park,” Nicolas Lockhart described her in his analysis of the story. However, this mother encounters an opposite different scenario. Not only, had the incident ruins her weekend, but also, the conflict force her inner undervalue feelings towards her husband to come out and to confront him "You and who else?" as well, she scuffled her son Larry "Stop crying," she said sharply. "I 'm ashamed of you!" She felt as if all the three of them were tracking mud along the street. The child cried louder.” She “despises her husband 's weakness. When he criticizes her for not disciplining their son effectively, she attacks him. Thank God, her husband decided to end everything and return home. “Then Morton turned his back on the man and said quietly, "Come on, let 's get out of here."” Now begins the conflict within the character of the mother. “Her first feeling was one of relief that a fight had been avoided, that no one was hurt. Yet beneath it there was a layer of something else, something heavy and inescapable. She sensed that it was more than just an unpleasant incident, more than defeat of reason by force. She felt dimly it had something to do with her and Morton, something acutely personal, familiar, and
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.
Since she has heart trouble her sister Josephine told her through hints so that it was all not brought on to her at one time. She did not want to accept the fact that her husband was gone. She began crying in her sister's arms and then decided to go to her room by herself. She is alone gazing out the window, still crying like a young child
It had been quite a while since Little Red had gone to see her grandma, who lived deep in the woods that bordered their town, and the she thought her sweet grandma would be lonesome all by herself in the great woods. Absent minded Little Red’s mother agreed that she would, indeed, be getting lonely at around this time of year. “That sounds like a wonderful idea! Your grandmother will be very happy to see how much you’ve grown,” her mother said. And with that, they packed a basket filled with soft, freshly baked breads and cookies.
It was a gloomy day in Jenna’s eyes. She was laying in her hard cold bed thinking about her life. “What can I do, what can I change” Everyday Jenna lived was long and dark. “Jenna it’s time for dinner” her mother yelled up the stairs. Jenna slowly rolled to the side of her bed, and sat at the edge. Her feet were dangling off the side as her legs swung back and forth. She gently pushes her body off her bed, her feet touched the cold wood floor. Jenna dragged her feet to the door and put her small hand on the handle. As Jenna was opening the door, she felt a cold gust of wind come through the small crack. She instantly got goosebumps. Jenna felt dry, cold hands wrap around her ankles, she quickly grabbed the door handle with both hands. Both