Mistletoe was a small town with a population of no more than four hundred people. It had a diner, a mechanic, a gas station, and a general store. It was your average small town atmosphere most of the year, except for the most wonderful time of the year, winter. You see, Mistletoe held a great secret… Jenna Louise loved living in Texas. She cherished riding her horse, Sweetie, riding her bicycle to her best friend, Nora’s, house, and she loved being a nine year old. She adored her school and everyone in her town; she did not think things could get much better. Until the day it all fell apart. The first cold front of the winter had just rolled through and Jenna Louise hated it. She hated the cold, the way it danced on her skin, causing chills …show more content…
She took off her rain boots and to her surprise, she smelled no piney smoke, felt no warmth radiating throughout the home, because there was no fire. She found this quite odd. She made her way into the kitchen, where she did not find her mouth-watering hot chocolate that she so desperately craved. She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, asking her to come and sit down, that they needed to talk. Jenna Louise’s mother tells her that she has been promoted at work. Jenna was so ecstatic for her mother, but it soon dulled when her mother continued to tell her that the promotion means moving up north… way up north. Jenna Louise wanted to be happy for her mother, but she just could not, up north means bone chilling cold, the smell of the damp, moist air, the sight of the endless mountains of white snow. Oh goodness, the snow! She HATED the way it crunched under her feet and the way it felt in her hair and on her eyelashes. She just hated winter. Her mother tells her that she will adore it. That it is a welcoming small town, and everyone there loves Christmas, and it would most certainly do Jenna Louise some good to get into the Christmas spirit. Her mother tells her that they will be moving in one week, that they needed to begin packing because it is a four-day drive. She does not tell her the name of the quaint little town, because she …show more content…
Lights twinkled along the rooftops and buildings as far as the eye can see. Holy creased the signs of the city, and colossal red bows were secured on every telephone pole and streetlight. Snow fell softly and it flowed to a rhythm Jenna Louise had never seen before. She thought it was actually rather pretty. Not like the “I want to go roll around and feel it melting beneath me” pretty, but the quaint, dainty pretty. Jenna Louise also noticed something quite strange about the modest town everything was little. The people walking among the streets and sitting in the diner were little, not like dwarfs, but shorter than your typical human being, this was out of the ordinary, but Jenna Louise just went with
Many overlook the beauty that is expressed by nature. The images put together in nature influenced Mary Oliver’s “First Snow.” The beauty expressed in “First Snow” shows how there is hidden beauty in nature such as snow. Also how snow, not so simple, is something so stunning and breath taking. The descriptions of Oliver’s visions show that many things are overlooked in nature and shouldn’t be. She elaborates to show that nature sets forth not just snow, but something so much more. Mary Oliver uses many examples and proofs to show the beauty. In “First Snow” Mary Oliver conveys the image of snow to embody the beauty of nature.
“Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen” (“Brainy Quotes” 1). In Edith Wharton’s framed novel, Ethan Frome, the main protagonist encounters “lost opportunity, failed romance, and disappointed dreams” with a regretful ending (Lilburn 1). Ethan Frome lives in the isolated fictional town of Starkfield, Massachusetts with his irritable spouse, Zenobia Frome. Ever since marriage, Zenobia, also referred to as Zeena, revolves around her illness. Furthermore, she is prone to silence, rage, and querulously shouting.
The images and words chosen to represent St. Louis tell of the children's fear of this new place, and their apprehension at being taken to live with someone they don't know. The "crowded-together, soot-covered buildings" are completely alien, and a bit bleak to them. They may have been driving "to Hell" for all the children knew, with their uncertainty and fear coloring the strange landscape. She begins to believe in "Grownups' Betrayal," as again they are being let down by their father; her tone reveals her hurt and bitterness at being reclaimed by their father, only to be sent away once again.
We are given the feeling of being in an idyllic, rural world. She enhances this feeling with little vignettes that are almost cliched in their banality: the little boys guarding their pile of stones in the town square; the towns-people gathering and interacting with each other as if they were at a country fair; Mrs. Hutchinson arriving late because she hadn't finished the dishes; even the good-natured complaining of Old Man Warner. All of these scenes and vignettes are used effectively to put us at our ease and to distract us from the horror that is to come.
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
In “The Adoration of Jenna Fox”, the author Mary E. Pearson developed engaging and multidimensional characters, one of which is the main character Jenna Fox, Pearson managed to make Jenna a complex character. Every aspect of the book is heightened with her emotions, providing us readers with a better understanding of her character. For instance, in the novel, chapters begin with poems written by “Jenna” summing up details of the prior chapter, revealing secrets of Jenna’s past and current feelings.
Marie’s grandparent’s had an old farm house, which was one of many homes in which she lived, that she remembers most. The house was huge, she learned to walk, climb stairs, and find hiding places in it. The house had a wide wrap around porch with several wide sets of stairs both in front and in back. She remembers sitting on the steps and playing with one of the cats, with which there was a lot of cats living on the farm...
Many features of the setting, a winter's day at a home for elderly women, suggests coldness, neglect, and dehumanization. Instead of evergreens or other vegetation that might lend softness or beauty to the place, the city has landscaped it with "prickly dark shrubs."1 Behind the shrubs the whitewashed walls of the Old Ladies' Home reflect "the winter sunlight like a block of ice."2 Welty also implies that the cold appearance of the nurse is due to the coolness in the building as well as to the stark, impersonal, white uniform she is wearing. In the inner parts of the building, the "loose, bulging linoleum on the floor"3 indicates that the place is cheaply built and poorly cared for. The halls that "smell like the interior of a clock"4 suggest a used, unfeeling machine. Perhaps the clearest evidence of dehumanization is the small, crowded rooms, each inhabited by two older women. The room that Marian visits is dark,...
This book takes place in Salt Lake City, Utah, where the main character, Jenna Harris, lives. The main conflict in this book was an old friend, Cameron, of Jenna’s, whom thought was dead came back to her city. Jenna was never the popular girl when she was younger and Cameron got her through it. Then suddenly one day he didn’t come back to school and everyone said he was dead. He left because his father was abusive and they were finding shelter; now his family lives with the father again and now he has to go back to get them. Jenna eventually moved in third grade and no one knows what her past was. She is now popular and well liked with her senior class. When
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.
Sandra Cisneros writes a memoir through the eyes of an eleven year old. Turning eleven happens to be a tragic day for the main character, Rachel. Through various literary techniques such as hyperbole, simile, and syntax, Rachel is characterized. Rachel is a fresh turning eleven year old who finds herself in an awful situation on her birthday. Forced to wear a raggedy old sweater that doesn’t belong to her, she makes it defiantly clear her feelings towards the clothing item, and we see this through use of hyperboles. Rachel describes the sweater as ugly and too “stretched out like you could use it for a jump rope.” This extreme exaggeration demonstrates the fire within Rachel. She is a defiant and pouty little girl who out of stubbornness has to defy the sweater in her mind. “It’s maybe a thousand years old”, she says to herself in act to degrade the filthy red sweater even more. The sweater to Rachel has become an eternal battle of ages. She is torn on whether or not to stand up and act bigger th...
for the reader of the town and residents of this town on a normal summer morning.
I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day; arriving at the summit of the Blackcomb Mountain, nestled in the heart of Whistler, Canada. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the moist, musty, stale scent in the air, I realized it would be only a short time before the white flakes overtook the mountain. As I prepared myself to make the first run, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings. Somehow things seemed much different up here. The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. Its cold bite found my nose and froze my toes. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into my face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It is strange how the gray clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really did not appear that high anymore. As I gazed out over the landscape, the city below seemed unrecognizable. The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child migh...
When I was first asked to write about Mistletoe, I was somewhat taken back as to what I could possibly write about it? I mean, the only thing I know about Mistletoe is people kiss under the mistletoe during the Christmas holiday and you can use it as a decoration.
A little girl appears, frolicking, bursting with energy like a quarter machine bouncy ball, going every which way on the narrow street past the once beautiful two story houses, faded paint peeling in corners and cracks, old rusted bicycles litter dying grassy patches. The child, five, black hair adorned with beads of every color, a faded blue jean dress, yellow shirt underneath, bounds down the gravel street muttering garbled nonsense to her older sister, around seven years old with short hair--so short it was hard at first to discern whether she was girl or boy; puffy and crinkled to her head, shorts of blue cotton, a green plain shirt with a 7-up logo printed on it. She carried only one telling factor, a pink backpack, stuffed to the brim with who knows what odds and ends.