Over and over. She never seemed to get tired of me asking. Christmas time. Luke, Grandma and I, then later Chloë and Laura. Lying in front of the fire writing letters to Santa and "posting" them up the chimney then racing outside to see the charred remains carried away by the breeze.
Living the Life of Emily- Original Writing Emily fell against the brick wall of a school building. She closed her eyes and pondered about everything that had happened that day. The sun was coming dappled through the autumn coloured oak trees, which stood around the school and carried on down the avenue. A wisp of cold wind blew Emily’s soft dark brown hair across her dazzling green eyes; she brushed it away. Her two best friends were running towards her.
A Worn Path In the short story A Worn Path, by Eudora Welty there is only one main character Miss Phoenix Jackson, who is in barking on a journey that would lead her to the desired destination. Phoenix's personality would change as she gathered more land with her persistent walking, passing through many different settings. Although the change in scenery is blately obvious it is sometimes what we over look, when trying to examine the characters attitude, or morals in different situations. The attitude change in Miss Jackson is noticeable as she lumbers through the pines, crossing the stream, and again while sitting at the doctor's office. When Phoenix is walking early in the morning she is amongst the pine trees that seems to engulf her, she shows her determination as she lumbers along the trail.
"Old Phoenix would have been lost had she not distrusted her eyesight and depended on her feet to know where to take her (162)." The ragged old woman inches her feet forward with the aid of a makeshift cane, dragging her untied shoelaces along the icy road. Phoenix's feet carry her to the top of the hill and then carefully guide her down the hill. But her eyes fail her as she nears the bottom of the hill and her dress gets snagged in a thorn bush. "Old eyes thought you was a pretty little green bush (159)."
I focused my attention on the brown dog paced back and forth along the fence of its kennel and unsuccessfully searched for a weak spot in the chain link fence. The dog was trapped with... ... middle of paper ... ...y from the main library and I parked my truck in an empty lot across the street. I spent the night waiting outside her building, and I watched her emerge in a blue hoodie around 6:30 the next morning. She was wearing headphones when I approached her in the parking lot and I quickly explained that my dog was ill, and that I need her help. My voice was shaking because I realized that my months of planning were coming to an end, and she followed me back to my brown truck.
Phoenix soon has to cross a dangerous river. Luckily there is a knocked down tree from a storm. Phoenix puts one foot in front of the other very slowly and makes her way across the river. When phoenix finally sees Natchez she is knocked into a ditch by a hunting dog. A white man helps her out of the ditch that she is in.
She needed to buy some food soon. The bushes weren't exactly plentiful here and she hadn't eaten in a few days. She headed towards a shop, but their doors were locked when she got to them hearing shouts of, 'We don't like your kind here.' and 'Go away elven demon.' She sighed once again, and looked to the forest.
On some days I feel like running through the corn fields to watch the fluffy clouds slowly drift across the light blue sky. But when it gets dark I want to get back inside before the angry mosquitoes bite me unmercifully. If they make their way into my cabin they will bother me through out the whole night. When I can, I sit on the porch and wait until sunset, watch the frogs croaking non-stop and the river racing down the banks.
She starts hysterically crying as the music becomes rapid she gets up to leave the restaurant. The music dims out as she is walking home and all that is heard is the clinking of her heels on the pavement. Starving of Depression initiates the sounds of birds chirping outside the school campus. Elle’s in her dorm and soft music begins to play as a sad love movie plays in the background. Elle’s friends soon take her out to distract her; this activates a fast and happy orchestra that represents the change of mood.
Stepping out of Port Authority, I watched the city for a moment. I absorbed everything. I missed the town for the several months that had passed since my last visit. I smelled the toasted, sugary nuts from street vendors, I heard the cab horns honking, I watched people cross streets all together in a mob, as soon as the red hand changed to a walking person. I listened to people saying hello, and people saying goodbye to each other outside of the bus station.