Fictional Narrative Mashup of “A Monkey’s Paw”, “The Elevator”, “The Hitchhiker”, and “Tell-Tale Heart” It’s been a year. Yes, a year since I ended that evil eye once and for good. I still get nightmares of it; staring directly at me as I sleep, striking its fear into my body. To celebrate the event, Wallace has invited me to join him on a camping trip. So, the next day, we headed for the woods. The ride was long and tedious– not to mention the fact that Wallace was a horrible driver. Unlike I, Wallace lost his mind during his trip several years ago. He claims to have seen the same hitchhiker many times, each at a different stop. As we were approaching the bright lights on the bridge, I noticed a familiar face. “I-It’s Elizabeth!” …show more content…
And so, we screamed her name numerous times. Wallace even honked at her but that made no difference. At last, she noticed us. “Darlings! How are you? Drive to that gas station and we’ll catch up!”, she said. After a good 20 minutes of talking, Elizabeth decided to join Adam and me on our trip. It was getting dark. The sun that once shone so brightly above was now retreating back into its house beneath the sky. We left the roads and ventured into the woods. While Elizabeth and I were setting up our tents, Adam left to gather sticks for a campfire. When he returned, curiosity filled his face as he showed us a leaf. But, it wasn’t just any leaf, it was a glowing one. “My! What a beauty! Are you sure it’s real, Wallace?”, questioned Elizabeth. Nodding his head, Wallace replied. “Why of course it’s real. I would not have shown you if it weren’t. I found it by the river.” “I do not see the big deal; it’s merely a leaf that emits lighting.”, I said. With a look of distaste, Wallace explained, “Legend has it that a glowing leaf can turn your dreams and nightmares into reality. In other words, when someone has a dream or a nightmare with this leaf in their possession, the scenario will come true. It’s rumored to have only 2 owners and 1 event for each
“I didn’t see—anybody. There wasn’t nothing, but a bunch of steers—and the barbed wire fence.” (94) His desperation and loneliness overpowering all, Adams takes up his initial idea of running down the hitchhiker, but his momentary traveling companion does not see the victim, claiming he was never there. Now in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the hitchhiker doesn’t wait for Adams to make a stop before appearing; his form and face flit by every other mile. (96) Learning of his mother’s prostration and the death of Ronald Adams, the protagonist leaves the audience with his last thought: Somewhere among them, he is waiting for me. Somewhere I shall know who he is, and who . . . I . . . am . . .” (97) Alone, without the willpower to fight for survival, the main character fades into a mist of doubt and helplessness.
talks to his son. ‘Hark at the wind’, tells us that Mr White is very
It was a spring afternoon in West Florida. Janie had spent most of the day under a blossoming pear tree in the back-yard. She had been spending every minute that she could steal from her chores under that tree for the last three days. That was to say, ever since the first tiny bloom had opened. It had called her to come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously. How? Why? It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again.
“One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say.”(McGill). The short story The Monkey’s Paw by William Wymark Jacobs has many instances of characters not giving their full attention when somebody was attempting to speak to them. When the sergeant came to the home of the White’s and showed them the monkey’s paw, the White’s did not listen to the sergeants warning of the monkey’s paw of it bringing great consequences whenever they made a wish. Mrs. White did not listen to Mr. White when he tried to explain why they should not wish for their son to be alive. Mrs. White rushed down the stairs ignoring Mr. White’s warnings of opening the door to let their son into the home. Listening more to people other than someone’s self is an ideal that has been lost in society.
“Not if you don’t know it isn’t real, it isn’t yuk.” Orson sighed but continued. “The funny thing to this day is…my brothers didn’t care once they found out it was me.”
The “Monkey’s Paw” reveals an intriguing story of destiny and death. The Theme challenges the classical ideas of destiny and fate.
...e wind had stripped a maple of its red and yellow leaves and scattered them over the grass and the water. Since it was midsummer the tree must be blighted..." Neddy can not see the sign that change has occurred because he has over-rationalized a reason for why the tree appears in such a way during what he believes is midsummer, when it is clearly not.
“Well, perhaps we should take it to the local witch doctor, after all weird items such as that are not my profession,” Zaveri announced….
“We are magic and will give you a star.” They pointed overhead to a glow
put on it by an old fakir. The story continues and then Mr.White and the
Once I woke up I called Alavee to make sure he was awake. I'm glad he was because he saved me some time by calling Priya and Rigo to make sure they were getting ready to go. About an hour and a half later we all met up in the school parking lot at about the same time. The exception was Priya who had to take extra time to bring the camper which we hardly used in the end, but it was still better than trying to cram into one car to sleep. Anthony brought his new jeep so we thought it would be a good idea to hook the pop-up camper to the jeep and take the jeep on our journey. Now that we were ready and had double-checked everything, we were ready to begin our journey. First, we were well stocked with food and gas we were underway for our trip. We headed toward the interstate, and turned left on I-90 west.
The stories of Joyce Carol Oates "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been" and William W. Jacobs "The Monkey's Paw" have several different degrees of symbols and themes that warn the characters of emitted danger or bad outcomes in their stories that can be mirrored of each other. In, these stories the characters do not follow the warnings from these symbols and themes from the clues that are presented to them. From these terrible choices that are decided, they find themselves in situations that could have been avoided, but they did not proceed with. My analysis of these symbols and themes will demonstrate what they are and show the obvious of what to look for. So, let us begin on this analysis and see how the symbols and themes could have
As the day came close to an end, the setting sun also displayed a work of art through this tree. The light, that bravely beamed through the V, created a heavenly aura. I felt as if angels were gracefully dancing on the colored droplets of water. The colors had changed somewhat and consisted mostly of a transparent-white mixed with brilliant oranges and yellows. Soon afterward, my little piece of Heaven was broken up by the shouts of our counselor telling us it was time to return to camp.
Buzzing insects and a slight breeze rustling the leaves of an ancient tree only added to the lonesome melody the earth played for me. A large scar where lightening had struck the tree had left part of the trunk burnt to a crisp black, and yet it showed no signs of dying anytime soon. But all too soon I was yanked out of my daydreams, by the illuminated window, casting its mechanical glow on the pavement near the ...
My mother is always suspicious of panhandlers. She used to pull me closer whenever we'd encounter a begging homeless person on the subway and drop her eyes, focusing on the stray paper and chewing-gum medallions--blackened with soot of the city--that decorated the floor. She and my father frequently describe seeing a homeless man who begs in our neighborhood (claiming to have AIDS, and afflicted with a multitude of painful-looking sores) walking down a street near our house, dapper in a dark business suit, his face free of the blemishes that had covered his skin on other occasions.