She is living in a sixties style bungalow which was far too big for her as she only uses about two of the rooms; one for sleeping in and one for eating and watching television. I thought I’d walk to my grandma’s house, as she would be lonely and scared. As I stepped out my front door, locking it behind me I thought, “I must be careful where I stand as the ice is thick and deep.” I walked cautiously out of the street making sure I was steady on my feet and wasn’t going to fall. I was wrapped head to toe with clothing-my eyes were the only part of me showing. I felt like the abominable snowman, as I was the only soul on the streets.
He lifted his hands up to the ceiling; the beam of his flashlight hit the stones there. The hard grey shone with humidity. Andrew thought about the friend outside in the snow. They'd counted the castle as another deserted hull, like any of the mold-crusted houses they slept in. They'd seen the turrets from the valley and there was no car and no lights when they walked up the path.
In this village, the little house of Emily is very special. It is the oldest house remaining. The house has no number and is always closed. Moreover, it has bad odor. That house or should we call it an anaerobic space, when a person walks in, he always feels smother.
Bev, the baseball nut in the family, listened to Vin Scully on a pair of headphones while she took in the action. As soon as Jennie was old enough, she began accompanying her mom to Chavez Ravine, bleeding Dodger blue and rooting for heroes like Kirk Gibson, whose dramatic homer sparked LA to a World Series title a few weeks after Jennie’s eighth birthday. Doug did whatever he could to accelerate his daughter’s progress. He constructed a batting cage in the backyard, and hired a fast-pitch instructor for Jennie. Later, he transformed a small trampoline into a pitch-back she could use on evenings when he worked late.
There was a courthouse, which sagged in the square and a jail “a miniature gothic joke one cell wide and two cells high”. There was also a newspaper office, a few general stores and a school, which was mainly populated by children from outlying farms. The coloured neighbourhood was behind the town dump, completely separated from the white community. People rarely came and left Maycomb, because it was not on any major routes. It was the administrative centre of Maycomb County, but too far from the river to grow from commercial wealth.
Snow crunched under his feet as he trudged home. It was a particularly dead night and not even the moon dared to show his face. He had no car's headlights to light his path. All he had was the occasional street lamp, ... ... middle of paper ... ...n running again. The traffic around him thinned as he closed the distance, and the street became desolate and broken.
Their lifestyle is very primitive, and for instance Marcus is not allowed to listen to any new music- like hip hop nor to play computer games. Their home is described as archaic and to have a sort of freaky style, whilst Will’s apartment is much more modern and therefore attributes the place he lives. The story ends in the season, spring. It is... ... middle of paper ... ...ave of course changed in the same alignment as the story works out. Therefore it is spring when the story ends.
Phrases such as “the door through which no visitor [has] passed [...] eight or ten years earlier” (52) and “[the house] [smells] of dust and disuse” (53) note that the Grierson’s residence is more of a pitfall than a home. The Griersons think of it as a safe house, but it actually traps them and separates them from all of society. Even the townspeople notice this from an outside-looking-in perspective. The house seems to be a suffocating, mysterious “lightsome style of the seventies” (52) prison to the townspeople. The enigma of the place causes peeping from the outside almost irresistible.
He lives in a chaotic world without much guidance or many rules. Harry’s life up to the point of meeting Mrs. Connin lacks structure. The very fact that the family lives in an apartment rather than a house represents a lack of permanence. There is no commitment when living in an apartment. There is no mortgage to pay or yard to tend to.
After that, we moved to another city, and live in the apartment. They are no nature place to sit or study on it. We feel there is something wrong. It is a big different happened in our life. We missed that place, not because our memories there, but because there are no fresh air, no nature that makes us feel better, no place that we can play or swim.