“You’ll never catch me alive!” Emily screamed dramatically, her long black hair swishing from side to side as Violet chased her around the lawn. Violet turned to me and I ran away giddily, my pink skater skirt bouncing as I did so. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder and knew the unthinkable had happened. I had been tagged. I collapsed on the ground, my medium-long brown hair splayed out in the grass, and looked up at Violet’s retreating figure. Her blonde ponytail bounced and her silver charm bracelet jingled as she ran away. “I will get you back for this,” I said feigning hatred, “if it’s the last thing I do…” I finished, and shot up to my feet to try and tag her back. We were in my backyard playing tag when we heard someone laughing in the …show more content…
“Bob,” I said calmly, “you need to leave,” I stated, trying to get through to him that we didn’t want him here. “No,” he said stubbornly, “You can’t make me,” he stated confidently. “You do realize, this is her property…” Emily stated slowly. “Pshhh...so?” he said as if it didn’t bother him at all that he was basically trespassing. “Bob, please…” I said pleadingly, trying anything so we could return to playing. “Nope,” he said, popping the p. We walked away and sat down to discuss what to do. Bob just walked around aimlessly, not knowing what to do but refusing to leave. “What are we going to do?!” Emily whisper-screamed at me behind the pool. “I think we’re going to have to bring out the big guns…” I stated knowingly. “Already?!” Emily whispered, “Does he deserve that already?!” she asked, dumbfounded. “What else are we supposed to do?” I asked. Emily shrugged and we walked inside. “MOOOOM!!” I screamed. But alas, Bob was right behind us. “He refuses to leave us alone,” I whispered in my mom’s ear, expecting her to resolve the problem. She shrugged it off. “You guys want popsicles?” Mom asked. We all nodded. Popsicles in hand, we walk back …show more content…
Mom was not as big of a help as I had anticipated. “BOB!” Emily screamed, startling both Bob and I, “THIS HAS GONE ON TOO LONG, LEAVE!” “NO! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” Bob screams back. “She’s right, Bob, YOU NEED TO LEAVE!” I said angrily, having lost my patience. This has gone on for about an hour now and my third-grade self could not take it anymore. “Why?” Bob asked stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest. “WHY BOB? WHY YOU ASK? BECAUSE FOR THE ZILLIONTH TIME WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE!” I said losing all of my sanity due to this incredibly stubborn child. After bickering for about fifteen more minutes, he finally cracks. “Fine!” he says walking away. He looks back dramatically, “You’ll miss me,” he says confidently and finally waddles away like a penguin, maybe for dramatic effect, to this day I do not know. Emily and I sighed in relief and finally got to play hide and seek, which we later agreed on, in peace. About a week passes and Bob moves away. We also found out that his mom had a warrant out for her arrest. From this experience we learned to be patient with people, and always be nice because you never know what they are going through at the
Ulf Kirchdorfer, "A Rose for Emily: Will the Real Mother Please Stand Up?” ANQ: A Quarterly Journal of Short Articles, Notes and Reviews, 10/2016, Volume 29, Issue 4, https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/0895769X.2016.1222578
“Sure. Thank you,” Mrs. Whitmore said. She waved good-bye and shut the door, then listened. When she heard only giggles, she relaxed her shoulders, and went into the kitchen to start on the cookies. When they were finished, she brought the plate up with two glasses of milk to Lucy-Lou’s room. The girls had stopped giggling, and Sarah was sitting across from Lucy-Lou on the other side of the room.
“Daisy, are you done with your book honey”, mom said loudly. “Yes”, I declared proudly. After all, it was a long and dry book at the beginning, and it did take a pretty long time. “So, do you want to tell me what it’s about?” my mom said inquisitively. “Sure”, I said, stuffing a piece of meatloaf into my mouth. “So, this book is called The Witchy Worries of Abby Adams. In the beginning, they introduce the characters. You know, like they do in every book. After that –’’Ding dong! “Oh my, I wonder who it could be!”My mother said, getting up from her seat to go get the door. “Hi Abby! Come on in. What brings you today?”Mom says excitedly. Abby? I thought. How strange! Just like the girl in my book. It must be a coincidence. “Actually Mrs. Holcomb, I would like to talk to Daisy”, Abby said. As soon as those words left her mouth, a chill went up my spine. How did mom know her? What does she want from me? Many questions were flying through brain. So much that I couldn’t even remember my own name. I can hear their footsteps through the halls. With every footstep, my heart would race faster, my hands would get sweatier, and my mind gets more clueless every time.
One may have heard the simple saying that “Love can make you do crazy things.” Many adults can confirm that the saying proves true; one could even spend a few hours watching CSI type of shows that portray the stories of two love-struck people becoming cold-hearted killers just to be with their significant other. Why would they be so desperate to be together that they would kill anyone who got in between them? Desperation so serve that they would even kill a loved one? It could be that as children they were deprived of love and nourishment that children normally receive. This deprivation of love led them to cling to anyone that made them think they were being love. In A Rose for Emily and Tell-Tale Heart a character murders someone who they love. The two works, share similarities and differences when it comes to the characters, the narratives point of view and reason for killing a loved one.
“I want to stay.” Dee trembled in the saddle and she took hysterical, choppy breaths. “Please, Percival, help
“I know you di’nt, but we gotta get out of here or you're gonna get shot.”
In “ A Rose for Emily”, William Faulkner tells the complex tale of a woman who is battered by time and unable to move through life after the loss of each significant male figure in her life. Unlike Disney Stories, there is no prince charming to rescue fallen princess, and her assumed misery becomes the subject of everyone in the town of Jefferson, Mississippi. As the townspeople gossip about her and develop various scenarios to account for her behaviors and the unknown details of her life, Emily Grierson serves as a scapegoat for the lower classes to validate their lives. In telling this story, Faulkner decides to take an unusual approach; he utilizes a narrator to convey the details of a first-person tale, by examining chronology, the role of the narrator and the interpretations of “A Rose for Emily”, it can be seen that this story is impossible to tell without a narrator.
It was a hot and muggy day, to hot to go to school. We were walking to the white bus stop and we were having to go to Miz Lillian Jean’s school, but we got to ride the bus to school. “Stacey, ain’t you excited!” I exclaimed. “No,” Stacey was furious “I waz suppoust to help Mr. Morrison, Mama, and Big Ma. But no I just haz ta go to school in August.” He was stomping around in a rude manner and making me miserable.
“I was put in charge when this became personal,” I said grabbing Zelda and hitting him off a near by three.
“You are out of your mind!” “Why do you kidnap me?” She gabbled and made a fist.
“…I’m not gonna bother.” I said and continued moving because I was already annoyed enough
Emily was in the living room enjoying her tea, flipping through an old family photo album while Ruth was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of them when they both heard the sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway. As Emily pulled back the curtain, her heart leaped into her throat; it was Clint. “Mom, it’s him!”
“Lorraine, I am taking you to the bus stop because I think we should go home and get away from here. This is too much for the both of us,” John said, quietly guiding me to the gates.
In "A Rose for Emily," William Faulkner's use of setting and characterization foreshadows and builds up to the climax of the story. His use of metaphors prepares the reader for the bittersweet ending. A theme of respectability and the loss of, is threaded throughout the story. Appropriately, the story begins with death, flashes back to the past and hints towards the demise of a woman and the traditions of the past she personifies. Faulkner has carefully crafted a multi-layered masterpiece, and he uses setting, characterization, and theme to move it along.
“ No, not until you tell me what I did wrong” I screamed with tears building up in my eyes.