A voice that whispers echoes throughout the nothing…
“Elia… Elia…Elia. This world is….” The voice fades.
“This life is… Your fault.” No drag...
A single word … “D-A- JON-E”.... Dajonee?
Silence.
That was the end of the nothing, then the beginning of her forever.
Again the Words.
“Elia… Elia… Wake up...” from the distant and comforting voice.
“Your Fault…” again, “because of you...”
Sarah awakes… on her rent-a-couch. Alone in her studio she sits up and mentally collects herself.
“The same dream…” she mumbles.
She grabs the pipe in front of her on the coffee table and proceeds to medicate her Dysthymia. Her dosage? Two bowls a day, one being cereal. In her sudden change of mood to euphoria, she get up to have her second bowl. In the kitchen, she grabs a bowl, a spoon, and a half opened, quarter remaining box of Colon’l Chomp. Mid-chomp Sarah looks at the Clock on the wall, 4:05, had she really been in bed long or was it just her “meds”, she used the word lightly. At the drop of a spoon, she got ready for what was left of her day, for she had class in 3 hours at the local art community every Thursday.
At the counter not a foot away, she stands to takes her meds. The Cycle continued .SNAP! TWO SHAKES! DROP! SNAP! TWO SHAKES! DROP... There is a pause… SNAP! THREE SHAKES! DROP! The three open bottles finally snap shut and fall inelegantly to the floor.
In Sarah’s Palm, lay four pellets: A circle for the pain, two cylinders for her despondency, and an oval for their amusement.
“30 minutes…” that how long it would take.
Like the average Joanne on the go, she would get dressed, brush her teeth, and leave the washing up for later. Today a blue blouse! No! Today was a red and rolled up plaid over shirt and a white V-neck to let the season...
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...nded her mom with Mr. Black doing some final changes for mom’s suit. It wasn’t a normal suit. This one was bigger and heaver, like the ones the men who drink with Dante wear at the watering hole. At the sight of the armor, Kristen forgot why she ran inside. They paid Mr. Black and left.
“Onward!” Kristen said as they headed toward a dismal swamp.
On the walk toward her grandmothers, Kristen could not help herself, but ogle at the new suit her mother bought. It covered her entirety even her hair flowed down the back of her helm. She was beautiful!
Suddenly, the clouds clustered and let out a roar of anger and released a great pour. In that, moment a brilliant thought came to mind! Kristen jerked her mother down the muddying path and hurried into a nearby cave so mothers no armor wouldn 't get wet.
They would wait until the morning when the sky cleared to continue on…
Her “aches” are the transitions her mind undertakes as she goes familiarizes herself with narcotics. Her body and mind shocks are consistently disrupting her, although she craves them because the irritation leads to “lamps” or her inspiration to write. “Lamps” constitute the idea that she will be at her peak, or the max high. At this high, she will have the inspiration she craves and cannot get any other way. She thinks of being high before she becomes it.
Victorian Fashion refers to the styles and clothing worn before and during the Civil War era of the United States, 1860-1900. This era was filled with a very difficult way of dressing oneself and to deviate from this line of dress was unheard of, and worthy of being outcaste. Victorian women’s clothing was layers, heavy, and barely manageable to even wear. Many different articles made up the full garment such as the undergarments, the skirt, top, shoes, accessories, and even the hair. How did women ready themselves for the day in this era and how did they deal with all the cumbersome attire?
While off her morphine, she has fits, suffers much anguish and torment, but she endures through it, and determined to beat the odds, and take herself off the drugs
A shape that represents this story is a star. I choose a star because each point represents each issue that the protaginist faces. The first and second point represent her crushes and her weight loss. The third and fourth point represent her social acceptence and her drug addiction, while the last point represents her difficulty relating to her parents. I think overall that each point shows what bothers the diarist the most throughout her life, before and after using drugs.
The story follows the journal entries of a woman in the late 1800s for three summer months. Her husband placed her in a former nursery under strict orders not to leave after the birth of her first child. This is what was known as the ‘rest cure’, a medical treatment given to hysterical women in this particular time, especially after they had given birth. Her husband forbids her from seeing most friends unless she is supervised and restricts her from writing in her journals for the sake of her health. This narrator writes that she disagrees with her husband and his diagnosis, but she passes it off as something “one expects… in marriage” (Gilman 647) and says nothing. Her husband grows desperate to cure her, and in his anxiety, he threatens to “send [her] to Weir Mitchell in the fall” (Gilman 650), a mental health facility of ill repute. As the story progresses, her care is placed into the hands of the housemaid and sister-in-law, Jennie. Her relationship becomes more and more strained with her husband as she sees less of him
At the beginning of the story Arlene and her daughter, Champ, are at K-Mart. Arlene is looking for makeup and hair dye that will go with a dress that she is borrowing. This is where Viramontes first uses the phrase “it sounds right”. Now think, will this color go good with Pancha’s blue dress? – Pancha is Arlene’s comadre. Since Arlene has a special date tonight, she lent Arlene her royal blue dress that she deeps in a plastic bag at the end of her closet. The dress is made of chiffon, with satin-like material underlining, so that when Arlene first tried it on and strutted about, it crinkled sounds of elegance. The dress fits too tight. Her plump arms squeeze through, her hips breathe in and hold their breath, the seams do all they can to keep the body contained. But Arlene doesn’t care as long as it sounds right. (1-526 ) Here is a woman who tries on a dress that makes her feel young and beautiful. And, takes her back in my opinion to a time that outer beauty came naturally.
Taking the top part of her grandmother’s gown, she cut loose the heavy bottom and quickly replaced it with material gained from her gown. She talked her grandmother into just being patient and going along with what she was doing until she saw the finished product. Foregoing all undergarments except her drawers, Allie dressed her. Searching through her grandmother’s assortment of corsets, she picked the prettiest one and loosely laced it over her quickly made gown. A feathered hat, mask, and laced booties completed the
The dress was adorned with ruffles all the way around the top of the sweet-heart neckline and sleeves, and also all along the bottom. The garment also had multiple layers. One layer was of a lavender color. There was also a layer on top of that, which was made of a more sheer-material and had stripes of off-white and lavender. This second layer was subtle enough to add shiny detail, without taking away from the beautiful purple color. The dress also had a sash of the second layer’s same material, around the waist. My garment was rich in
...s showed up in the rats who suffered from a mix of depression and severe anxiety (Healy). This proves to show that we are making great advances in figuring out the secrets of depression. Laurie Halse Anderson did an exceptional job of portraying depression in a high school student in her book Speak. Suddenly, Melinda finds herself trapped in a closet with IT. She does not deserve to be punished for spilling her secret, but there he is. He moves in closer and then, “The only sound I can make is a whimper. He fumbles to hold both my wrists in one hand. He wants a free hand. I remember I remember. Metal hands, hot knife hands. No. A sound explodes from me. ‘NNNOOO!!!’” (Anderson 194). She pushes a shard of glass to his neck. Outside the door, much awaited help is coming. After a miserable year of struggling and silence, Melinda finally learns the importance of speaking.
She woke up at 6:00 am one morning to the sounds of loud banging on the door, but she was used to it as that was just her morning alarm. She got out of bed and changed into her baggy, worn-out red dress that didn’t fit her right anymore. She then made her bed, making sure to keep the crisp white sheets straight
As she sits in the darkness her eyes begin to scan the room from right to left. Unknowingly she sits down and begins to contemplate on what just happened. She says to herself quietly, “Did that just happen?”
So Katherine began sweeping, washing, polishing, and scrubbing. She finished just as a group of men busted through the door carrying trunks full of clothes, and other things including pictures, dolls, blankets, and money. They also carried sacks of potatoes and radishes, also turnips. The men bustled about, putting
From the beginning, details in the story suggested that she was an artistic, creative person. She makes comments about the yellow wallpaper in her recounts, bringing attention to the “…sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin” and the “…bloated curves and flourishes- a kind of “debased Romanesque” with delirium tremens”; something that would only be noticed by someone acquainted with art (Gilman 238 & 241). Also, her husband John makes reference to her “…imaginative power and habit of story-making”, further suggesting her creative intuition (239). With this in mind, a new outlook on her degrading mental state can be reached in regards to her inability to express herself due to the resting cure. The main character frequently references her desire to do any amount of
Suddenly, Sara's light step halted and she turned to face me. From her hazel eyes blazed an intensity of exhilaration and courage, which mingled with pride and concern as she surveyed my resolute expression. I watched longingly as Sara unfastened the Nalgene bottle from her side; one sip of water sloshed tantalizingly at the bottom of the bottle, heightening my senses into acute desire. Sweat poured down from my face, biting at my eyes, and after I dabbed at them with my shirt, I saw Sara was presenting the water bottle to me. Both anticipating and squelching my refusing, Sara said simply, "Drink, Stacy. Yo...
realizing her fate she stoically takes of her coat and as an imitation of the