Thirsty I made my way towards the kitchen to pour myself a glass of Cranberry Pomegranate juice. Sitting around what’s left of the dining room table one of its hinges obliterated merely three table legs left as a support. A branch from the oak tree near the kitchen window kept tapping against the walls and windows as the wind blows. This branch at night when the murky moonlight blooms against the massive tree meticulously resemble an oversized man with a knife trying to break into the house. I often dreaded coming down the stairs for a cup of water or juice late at night when the lights were off. The terrified image and screeches sound on the window always send me scurrying right back to my room and ducking under the covers trembling for dear…
Aynne McAvoy’s childhood was unlike any other. Growing up in a family of five, her family moved closer to her grandparents for extra support as her father was often away for business. Quite a lot of history was left within the 50 year old house. In this article, McAvoy goes into depth of the mysteries encountered at the house, such as: apparitions, mysterious noises, and furniture shaking. As many people believe the paranormal are false accusation, McAvoy’s article shows a great amount of pathos, background evidence, along with an extraordinary amount of well-structured language and composition that draws you into believing her stories as you continue to read.…
Do you ever suspect that your home is not as safe as you think it is? The story “When a Southern Town Broke a Heart”, by Jacqueline Woodson, is about when she thought about this as a nine-year-old. She lived in Greenville (South Carolina) for most of her childhood, but moved to Brooklyn with her mother. This story is set in Greenville, on one of her trips back. During the course of the story, Woodson shows that one of the most difficult things about growing up is realizing the insecurity of a place where one once felt protected.…
At the headquarters of the Louisiana National Guard, located in the lower 9th ward, the soldiers were not yet aware that the canal levees were giving way. The Guard’s commander was monitoring the situation from Baton Rouge. He was given misleading information.…
It is morning and I approach the house and everything seems fine except the sheer look of panic on Jennie’s face. I asked her what was wrong and Jennie said that Jane had locked herself in her bedroom. I went up to see for myself and figured it was just the common fear of leaving that we all possessed.…
Kate Chopin's "The Storm" and John Steinbeck's "The Chrysanthemums" are both stories portraying feminine sexuality and passion. Calixta and Elisa experience lust for men to whom they are not married to. Elisa seems to have a functional relationship with her husband Henry. She seems content with tending to the prized Chrysanthemums in her garden, while her husband tends to all the financial affairs. The observation that they have no children hints to the conclusion that obviously something is lacking in the sexual department of their relationship. Elisa seems to have unfulfilled sexual desires, hence her attraction to the tinker. As she speaks to him about the stars at night, her description is almost pornographic. "Every pointed star gets driven into your body." "Hot and sharp and- lovely." As she kneels before him in the garden, her hand extends out to touch his pants leg but she holds back, and it is as if she craves to touch a man. Elisa's husband does not seem to give her the attention she wants, which becomes blatantly obvious as she gets utterly excited when the tinker inquires about the Chrysanthemums in her garden. Eliza and Calixta both have that feeling where they feel unwanted and bored, making them lose control, like Calixta did when she slept with Alcee, while Eliza only fantasized. These stories portray love in many ways, including the way Bobinot buying Calixta a can of shrimps, and Calixta, after meeting up with Alcee, and then later not feeling any guilt or regret afterwards, and even Eliza; how she was fondled when she saw the tinker come along. When it comes to human emotion, Eliza and Calixta were obviously not happy in their marriage, making them do what they do, but in a way we can always see that nature has a part in this too, because if the relationship is not happy, then where does the love go.…
In Kate Chopin's “The Storm” we are presented with a story about an affair. This act of adultery took place between two individuals whom had already been involved romantically in the past. Calixta and Alcee, both who are presently married, were reunited and forced together after many years by the titular storm. Whilst Calixta is at home with her old fling Alcee, her husband Bobinot and son Bibi are out in the storm, and not knowing their whereabouts is making Calixta very worried; putting her in a vulnerable place. Alcee attempting to comfort her brings up old memories, memories that rekindled a suppressed passion from their youth. In the story, Alcee mentions that he was always unable to follow through with his desires for Calixta in the past, but now it was different. They engaged in sex, shortly after the storm ends and they both go on about their day. Everything is normal and unchanged when Bobinot and Bibi return home, the actions that Calixta committed didn’t weight heavily in her conscious.…
My body shoots up suddenly and vomit arises from throat. My head is pounding. It feels like it’s banging against the window of a moving bus. It’s an earthquake. I rush to the bathroom, chunks spewing out of my mouth as I run. I hear a creak. My mind registers another presence in the room. I am afraid. I slowly turn my head cautiously, my face frozen is fear, eyes widening as I take in the figure before me. "Beth" I whisper…
Why did my mom decide to move into a house where the owner didn't want to talk about it, but I think she moved here because we couldn't afford our old house because my step dad's source of income wasn't here anymore.When I typed in my address and the first thing I saw was tons of Wikipedia and websites on my house. I was shocked to see so many, when I clicked one way my jaw dropped like Pacquiao in the match vs Mayweather.. What I saw was disturbing, there have been many reports of family death in that house we lived in. Now it all made sense, that's why those boys would always call my house “That scary house on the block”. I needed to inform my mom about this right away, I wasn't looking forward to die. People said was a ghost others said it was a monster what every the hell it was, I knew I wasn't going to get in its…
I made for the closet, crawled into the small, dark, rarely used space, wrapped my fingers around the edge of the door and pulled it shut as well as I could… The sound of a stampede--hundreds of bodies running with purpose. The sound of violence--things crashing and breaking as a series of screams rang out, one in particular, one that I recognized as my father’s, that rose above all the rest. The sound of my front door being pulled from its hinges. The sound of my house being stormed, invaded, ransacked, and looted.…
A life in the ghetto is no life at all. Especially in Molesville, Pennsylvania, a town left in the dust by modern society. Ever since I can remember my mother has been sick, this terrible place is the cause. With little sanitation the streets are rat infested and the poor die young. We had not had enough money, when my father left us, to afford food to live with, let alone go get help from a doctor. After my mother’s pregnancies she gradually became more and more sick. I thought my mother was in pain from the way she sat on her bed constantly crying. That theory was proven one day when her will to fight died. She transformed into a being of hatred. Her heart turned as black as the night. She was different, the mother I once knew dead. Although I knew she was still there, deep, deep down waiting for me to rescue her from herself. In almost an instant I decided the only way to save her was to earn the money for…
I remember staring at the wall with my face feeling hot and wet. The look of confusion and sadness on my father’s face brought tears to my eyes. This memory stained my room forever. This memory tainted my perception of the house. The house slowly transformed into a less innocent version of itself. The feeling of not wanting to forgive was the most painful of them all. I did not understand why she did what she did but it was a fact and we all have to accept facts. I knew that this was the event that would change my life forever. This made me want to leave the house that I so dearly loved before and make something better of…
When I walked in the doors of our house, I looked to the left where our couch was and saw my parents sitting facing towards me with nervous faces. I set my bag on the ground next to the door, and I set my shoes next to my bag. I slowly turned around and walked towards the couch, hesitant to take a step forward. Part of me considered bolting--running for the door. Their faces were plastered with anxiety, and I tried to think of what I had done. Nothing clear came to mind. Once I finally sat down, I looked at my parents and said, “What's wrong?”…
When we got to my house, my friend was there. My younger sister wanted to go hang out with her friend down the street, so he and I went down the street to bring her while Leann and Kyanna stayed at my house. When we got to the neighbors yard, I could feel eyes peering at me through the window. My sister’s best friend came outside and I felt the same look again. Someone was definitely watching us. We heard movement in the house. Rushed movement, like someone was afraid. My sister’s best friend went back in the house to find out what was wrong. She came back out and told us that her family was afraid my friend was going to rob them. My friend was an African American and people often stereotyped African Americans to be robbers. The girl’s family…
My mom came up the stairs to see me in my neighbors arms, my neighbor standing outside the screen door. She had said she thought about calling the cops but luckily she didn't. My mom didn’t even know I had left my room because I had been napping. She was really scared that something like that would happen again but the outcome could be different if nobody we knew would be outside, so she bought a security system so if it were to happen again she would know.…