The Slim family was planning on going on summer vacation but with no idea to where. They had once received a brochure about a place near the New Jersey shore that was worth visiting with a wonderful sunny beach and fine places to dine at and fortunately, only one hundred miles from where the family’s hometown of Trenton. They could not come to an agreement or at least the teenage daughter, Sarah, didn’t come to agreement since she had heard lots of oddities about the route they would take to their vacation spot.
The family packed the same day and made their hotel reservation to leave early the next day while having everything prompt and set to go. Thebe of age 6, the only child amicable with Sarah, was excited to go to the beach, and the youngest of the family Domo, of 4 years of age, a child full of curiosity, was excited to go on a road trip to see “mountains” yet all they would see is swamps weaved steadily by fog. Then there was Sarah, the fifteen year old that thought this whole trip was a bad idea. She kept remembering what had happened to the last people who had taken the road they were taking. The family that were going on vacation too. They were all murdered and later found laying near a pond.
The family was halfway through their trip when already there was a fault. One of the tires on their minivan had become flat, despite being on a clean road in the middle of the pine bearing woods. “Could’ve been from earlier but no worries I can fix it but it will take a while guys! So hang around for a while why don’t cha?” The two young ones got out of the car as soon as they heard that but Sarah stayed in the car. She thought it wasn’t a good idea to go walk around at the location where they were at. If they were to ask for ass...
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...and a tall figure arose from the floor. Its face covered by a sack with its red bold eyes revealed through the punctured eyeholes and a flannel jacket and ripped pants with torn Timberland boots. A hatchet in hostile grip of its red hands. Its stance embodied one of a man's and Sarah’s just embodied one of victim’s.
Abrupt thoughts started coming to Sarah’s mind as she stared down the man behind the sack mask. Does he know where my little brother is? Does he have my little brother? What would he want with my little brother? Was he trying to entice me to this cottage this whole time? Her lips were locked. She tried to speak but all that came from her was a hum. She looked at Thebe and all she saw was a little pale doll with eyes wider than hers. He was paralyzed with his hands colder than an ice cube. The man approached the children slowly. He dropped his hatchet.
Summary: Brady finds the lifeless body of his 3 year old neighbor Ben, in the river in the middle of the storm. After he pulls Ben into the boat he drops his cell phone over the boat into the water. Brady must then drive his boat and attempt CPR on the lifeless body. Brady must make an extremely difficult choice when he finds out that his two best friends, J.T. and Digger, are the direct cause why little Ben is now dead. Brady’s father assisted him in dredging up the Red Kayak. When Brady see’s that holes are drilled into the bottom, he breaks down and tells his father what his friends J.T. and Digger did. Brady decides to turn in his friends only after the stress, torment, and sadness began to seriously affect him. His friends are charged with murder and the story revolves around his coping with the boy's death, assisting Ben’s own mother with her grieving, and reliving the death of his infant sister years
After Sarah escapes the unsanitary camp with Rachel, the two run until they find a place of beauty. “In the late afternoon, they came to a forest, a long, cool stretch of green leafiness. It smelled sweet and humid….a mysterious emerald world dappled with golden sunlight….The water felt wonderful to her skin, a soothing, velvety caress. She wet her shaved head, where the hair had started to grow back, a golden fuzz” (Rosnay 99). This description places images in the mind of the reader that allow for the reader to experience this moment in the forest with Sarah. Vivid descriptions of places and events are more common within Sarah’s story, as she is experiencing the horrors of the war, allowing the reader to visualize the tragedy through the descriptions in a book. Soon after the arrest, Sarah and her family are thrown into the Velodrome d’hiver with other Jews, where a woman jumps from “the highest railing” with her child in hand: “From where the girl sat, she could see the dislocated body of the woman, the bloody skull of the child, sliced open like a ripe tomato” (Rosnay 33). This description captures the horrifying sight Sarah has just witnessed, darkening the mood and tone of the book alike to the depressing events that occurred within the
The Bundren family has recently suffered the loss of their most beloved mother, Addie. When Addie was young and fresh out of labor with her second of five children, she made her husband promise that when she died he would burry her in Jefferson, the town where Addie’s family lived. Generally Jefferson was a one or two day trip, but when a rain spell floods the river and destroys both bridges and washes out the direct road to Jefferson, Anse, Addie’s husband has to ford the river and take a much longer route to get to Jefferson. While crossing the river, a large log flowing downstream starts a chain reaction that results in a badly battered wagon, the death of a team of mules, a broken leg for the oldest of the five children, and a one-day delay in the journey. Many other troubles follow this family and the short trip to bury their mother becomes a nine-day journey with a dead body that is beginning to rot in the back of the wagon.
In hopes of finding out what happened to their son, Ryan’s parents, Heather and Scott Shtuka, have come to Sun Peaks, and put their lives in Beaumont, AB, where they lived before their son went missing, on hold while they look for answers. Ryan’s family, friends and a plethora of volunteers have spent the last eight weeks searching the small resort town trying to find out what
One night, Christmas Eve to be exact, a life changing tragedy took place in Fayetteville, West Virginia. A family of twelve, one being in the army, went to bed only to be awoken by flames later that night. Once the house was in ashes, five out of the nine children were missing and never to be seen again. Although some believe that the Sodder Family house fire resulted in the five children dying, the fact that no bones were found, multiple witnesses have spotted them with two Italian men and women, further communication was kept, and the fact that they received mysterious foreshadowing threats led many to think differently.
500 days of summer is a story where a boy meets a girl, he falls in love with her yet she does not truly love him. The movie shows the progression of the relationship of Tom and Summer. It begins when they first meet when Summer begins working as a secretary where Tom works and progresses to them casually dating. Summer is obviously hesitant and against relationships yet Tom is overly eager to find the perfect girl. The story ultimately shows the demise and after effects of their relationship. At first thought anyone could think this is the typical love story where the movie casually progresses to them living happily ever after. This is not that kind of fairy tale love story.
Southern family preparing to go on what seems to be a typical vacation. The story is humorous at first because the reader is unaware of how the story will end. The tone changes dramatically from amusing to frightening and plays an important part in making the story effective.
The rain cried as if the heavens had torn apart and came down to Earth to show its sorrow, beating a gentle yet violent tattoo on the roof. The cool breeze blew fiercely through the shelter sending a shiver down Liesel’s spine, awakening her from her slumber. She peered through the rotten sheet of linen that barely covered her shrivelled, thin body as the sound of little feet and nibbling rustled through her ears. Not of the children, but of mice, eating their way through her pillow; an empty potato bag. She heaved herself up, and staggered off the cement floor, wondering if it was wet or stone cold. Her head spun as she stood for a minute leaning against the mouldy walls to get her orientation back.
The story of Summer, by David Updike, is set during that idyllic time in life when responsibility is the last word on anyone's mind. And yet, as with all human affairs, responsibility is an ever-present and ever-necessary aspect to life. What happens when the protagonist, Homer, loses his awareness of a certain personal responsibility to maintain self-control? Homer's actions increasingly make him act foolishly, internally and externally. Also, how does Homer return to a sense of sanity and responsibility? To a degree, I would say that he does.
As Jeanette Walls reveals this unraveling tale of her childhood she spares little to no detail from scrutiny, least of all the faults she finds in her father. As the reader enters the scene of her earliest memory the irrational thought process of her mother is instantly brought to light. A toddler catches herself on fire while attempting to cook hotdogs and who is to come to the rescue?
I was alert sitting by the window facing the oak tree, the same oak tree where I had left trinkets “like Indian pennies, chewing gum, soap dolls, a rusty medal, a broken watch and a chain for Scout and Jem to find.” The pagent was over and I was expecting to see Scout and Jem by the tree anytime. I heard them running, Scout was having some problems as she was caged in her dress. I was startled to hear another set of unfamiliar, heavy footsteps as if someone was following Scout and Jem. I then heard the scuffling and kicking sound and Scout’s plea for help. I bolted out of the house, focused on reaching the kids in time. I noticed Scout was on the ground, trying to wiggle out of her dress, she seemed bruised. Jem was trying to free himself from the man, he was hurt and screaming. The man was relentless as he pounded him with one blow after another. Jem was hurt, his arm was dangling as if broken. Seeing, the man raise his hand with a shiny object in his hand, I bumped into him with all my strength. The man lost his balance, his foot hit the root of the tree and the knife fell from his hand as he hit the ground with a loud thump and a ear shattering
The darkness of her bedroom crept into her body. As time progressed the sounds of the evening grew louder leaving her in a state of fear. Amongst the dark room she would see the shadow of someone standing outside her bedroom window. She didn’t know why someone would want to hurt her. Afraid to tell her parents she found refuge underneath the sheets of her bed. After several sleepless nights she spoke to her mother about the mysterious person outside her window. Her mother shrugged it off and told her that no one was there and not to worry. Her mother believed that this was either her imagination or eating too close to her bedtime. However, Elyn was determined to catch this mysterious man. Next, she enlisted the help of her brother Warren. Frightened they hid in the closet waiting to capture the bandit. Unfortunately, this heroic attempt was unsuccessful as the bandit never revealed himself to anyone but her. Soon it became apparent to everyone that no one was outside her window. But, these feelings of a watchful eye never fled her. As a result, Elyn spent many nights terrified underneath her sheets only falling a sleeping from
Imagine a young girl; the harsh African sun is kissing her bronzed skin. The warm golden sand tickles her petite and tattered feet. The immense gold earrings she wears beats against her slender neck. Her stature is of a queen, yet she walks to an uncertain death. She stands in front of a small hut, or a tent. She glances back and sees the majestic sun that had once kissed her neck now set and somewhat leave her abandoned. She exists alone in front of that diminutive hut or tent and out comes a man. He is exhausted and is ready to go home to his companion and his supper. He looks a bit annoyed that she has come so late. His hands are stained with a ruby tint and his clothes the same. He motions the young girl in. Hesitantly, she makes small and meager steps to the entranceway. She steps into a minute room with little or no lighting. She stares upon two women and a rusty table that holds the screams of the girls that went before her. The man motions her to sit in the table. She slowly places her body on the stained and rusty table. She is a bit afraid that the table will not hold under her weight; nevertheless, she is held up. The man places his cold and clammy hands on her collarbone and pushes her back to the table. As she lies there she looks to her left and sees his instruments; a bloody and rusty razor blade.
The young narrator is not rescued by another male figure, but by her mother instead. Carter signifies that woman can be strong and independent: “Now, without a moment’s hesitation, she raised my father’s gun, took aim and put a single, irreproachable bullet through my husband’s head” (Carter 45). The narrator’s mother shows how she is independent and did not rely on a man to save her daughter; thus, embracing how Carter breaks the gender norm. The mother’s qualities are found in the narrator, as the narrator learns to become a woman like her mother: “Although Carter does not explicitly mention curiosity as a trait the mother has and might have modeled, the mother’s active, devil-may-care life indicates she may possess this trait” (Manley 76). The narrator is very curious, and her curiosity helps her towards becoming a woman. The narrator is curious about the locked door, but also about the femininity she posses about marriage and sex. The narrator searches for an identity in the transition of becoming a married woman. The narrator experiences being a true woman by losing her virginity to the Marquis, as she partakes in sex for the first time. The narrator learns how to appease her husband as she learns how to utilize the act of sex to her advantage. As seen later in the short story, when the keys to the chambers are given to her by the Marquis, she is able to explore the forbidden room where she
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.