The cold wind was painful against her face as Darianne ran towards the next street corner. Her head was filled with frantic thoughts of whether she should turn left or right. There were no landmarks up ahead—only a paved road and fenced lots. Every step was heavy as she carried an infant in her arms. She really didn’t know why she was running. All she knew was that the moment she saw the baby left on the steps, she heard loud howls. Darianne was frightened for the child. She just couldn’t leave her there. She was a social worker and she can’t just let an abandoned child be left in the mercy of who knows what. The howls started to become distant. Darianne saw a church—a place for all souls seeking sanctuary. She managed to open the heavy wood and metal door. Then she used her back to close it. She locked the church door from the inside and slowly stepped back. They were safe. The baby slept in her arms. Darianne checked the gender of the baby. It was a baby girl. Who could be heartless enough to have left a baby exposed to the elements like that? Darianne chose the farthest pew from the door. It was right beside the confessional. The howling stopped. It seemed that she and the baby were safe for the meantime. Just as she was starting to relax, something shattered one of the church windows. Darianne was startled but before she could make it to the next pew, huge wolf with fiery eyes jumped in her path. It wasn’t any wolf she’d watched in any nature channel before. Its fangs were as long as a grown man’s middle finger. Its mouth opened wide enough to swallow her head or the infant she held in her arms. Saliva flowed generously from the corners of its mouth. Its breath smelled of death as it licked fresh blood from its lips. Darianne... ... middle of paper ... ...t play, you know the Redclaws don’t like the idea of changes or shifts.” “Why does it have to be my child? My first born?” George bitterly asked. He and Sandra have been waiting for their own newborn for years. When they finally got it, it turned out their baby was a prophesied instigator of change in the Werewolf race. “It’s your first born, because your blood is special,” Sistus said. “You know you came from the first of the Silverbite Clan. If the Leader didn’t get sick on the day of the battle that day, your clan would still hold the power to this very day. The Redclaws know that your blood is strong.” “And the according to the prophecy, my daughter is strong enough to make that big change, huh?” George said. “If it’s me, I’m all for it. But it’s my daughter we’re talking about. She hasn’t even seen the world yet and she already has the world on his shoulders.”
Baby narrates her story through her naïve, innocent child voice. She serves as a filter for all the events happening in her life, what the narrator does not know or does not comprehend cannot be explained to the readers. However, readers have reason not to trust what she is telling them because of her unreliability. Throughout the beginning of the novel we see Baby’s harsh exposure to drugs and hurt. Jules raised her in an unstable environment because of his constant drug abuse. However, the narrator uses flowery language to downplay the cruel reality of her Montreal street life. “… for a kid, I knew a lot of things about what it felt like to use heroin” (10). We immediately see as we continue reading that Baby thinks the way she has been living her life is completely normal, however, we as readers understand that her life is in fact worse then she narrates. Baby knows about the impermanent nature of her domestic security, however, she repeatedly attempts to create a sense of home each time her and Jules move to another apartm...
Religion often enlightens one with newfound reverence and respect. While caring for the wolf, the man finds both reverence and respect through a few spiritual encounters. As he is walking with the wolf, the man hears coyotes calling from the hills “above him where their cries [seem] to have no origin other than the night itself.” This represents the heavens calling out to the wolf to enter its gates. Once the man stops to build a fire, he seems to hold a ritual for the wolf. His shelter steamed “in the firelight like a burning scrim standing in a wilderness where celebrants of some sacred
She closed her eyes slowly, tuning the harpies out. When she opened them, she gazed up at the ceiling, tracing the high, arcing beams that came together in a beautiful golden rosette. The church her mother-in-law had chosen for her departed son’s service was an old one, with timber walls, huge, multi-paneled stained-glass windows and enough golden gild that put together, could probably rival the weight of the Charging Bull on Wall Street.
The novel “Rescue” is about loving father and sincere family man. His dream about his baby when she was in the womb proves his care and love for his family: “A baby. Settling down. Maybe a place of their own. And he’d be with her every step of the way. As much as he could” (Shreve, 38).
She bore in her arms a child, a baby of some three months old, who winked and turned aside its little face from the too vivid light of day; because its experience, heretofore, had brought it acquainted only with the gray twilight of a dungeon, or other darksome apartment of the prison (49).
Part Two of the novel shifts the narrative perspective to that of the she-wolf. After the famine is over, the wolf pack separates, and the she-wolf and three males travel together, until one of the wolves, “One Eye,” kills the other two. The she-wolf and One Eye travel together, then, until it is time for her to settle down to give birth to her cubs. Another famine comes upon the land when the cubs are still young, and all of the cubs die—except one: a gray wolf cub. This gray wolf is the strongest and the most adventuresome of all the litter. Yet early in his life, he learns how to snare food and along with this ability, he learns the lesson of the wilderness—that is, “eat or be eaten, kill or be killed.”
Taylor Greer had been running away from premature pregnancy her entire life. Afraid that she would wind up just another hick in Pittman County, she left town and searched for a new life out West. On her way getting there, she acquires Turtle, an abandoned three-year-old Native American girl. Taylor knows that keeping Turtle is a major responsibility, being that she was abandoned and abused. Yet, Taylor knows that she is the best option that Turtle has, as far as parental figures go. "Then you are not the parent or guardian?’…. ‘Look,’ I said. ‘I’m not her real mother, but I’m taking care of her now. She’s not with her original family anymore." (Kingsolver 162) As the story progresses, Taylor accepts Turtle as part of life. This sacrifice later turns into a blessing.
An infant is created helpless, the infant depend on their mother for nine months for every need that they have. One day before the infant realizes what is going on they are being introduced to a new, loud, bright, big scary world. Right from birth the infant is poked and prodded and passed from person to person then the infant is placed in their mother’s arms. As the infant lays down on their mother’s chest the infant feels the warmth of their mother’s body. The infant hears a familiar sound of their mother’s voice as the infant on their mother’s chest then starts to cry. The only way this infant can commutate is by crying. The only way the infant knows to get there needs met are by crying but what happen to the infant and parent when the infant is left to cry it out?
Jake, Lucy’s neighbor was a well-educated kid. He was 15 years old and lives in an old timber house with his parents. Jake’s father was a farmer and had lived in the area since he was a lad. The area seemed to be haunted since creepy tales about all sorts of beasts was told. People even claimed that they were awakened some nights by a howling. Mostly people believed that it was a feral dog but Jakes father incised that it was a wolf, a ghost wolf. He was sure since he had seen a wolf in the forest when he was in Jake’s age, but none believed him. He kept telling his son about the wolf and Jake wanted to find out the truth. Lucy knew about Jake’s curiosity, at the same time as she decided to escape from her unbearable father. So she lied to get Jake by her side on the endless escape from the futureless community. She said that she knew where the wolf’s lair was. Jake got even more curious and joined her wolf hunting-adventure.
The Werewolves of Society Over the past several hundred years, werewolves have been an important part of Western cultures. Werewolves have appeared in blockbuster movies and been the subject of countless books and stories. Werewolves are dark and powerful creatures that terrify us on multiple levels. While they are some of the most violent and merciless monsters that horror has to offer, there is something about the werewolf that we can identify with.
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adopted him, because they could not bore a child of their own. The story continues on to
As I sat on my couch, in my nice home, watching TGIF on channel 12 with my family moving about the house, a “Save the Children” campaign came upon the screen during a routine commercial break. I had seen this campaign run many times, and never thought twice about it; I never really cared to pay attention to it. That night, though, I kept my eyes on the screen and listened as the woman explained the life of a young boy who was sporting tattered clothes, and wearing his skin so thin that you could see his bones. My insides started to squeeze me, as if someone had punched me directly in the gut. I continued to watch as she explained how his mother and father had died, leaving only him to care for his siblings. His siblings were so small, I noticed their skin was so thin everywhere except their bellies. Their abdomens were big, round and bloated. The feeling of sadness consumed me, I could feel a hard ache in my chest. I know now, other experiences, that at that moment, it was the feeling of my heart breaking. Thoughts raced through my mind for days, and weeks. Images of these kids, and the thought of them starving, living outside, and with no one to care for them; while I am lounging in my home, with the light on, in my bed. I was sad, stressed, and seemingly depressed. I didn’t want to eat, how could I? Knowing that there were people- children- in this world, suffering. I barely slept and when I did I
created him or her, the baby can think for it’s self and can make it’s