Examples Of Epilogue To The Giver
Memory Transmission: Jonas felt anxious. Normally, the light, soft touch of The Giver’s hands on his back was calming, but this time, it felt different. Jonas started to take deeper breaths, trying to relax in the silence of the Annex. He took another deep breath, this time the air was warm and humid. The touch of the Giver’s hands had been replaced by a new touch, below his feet. It was warm, grainy, and soft, unlike anything he had felt before. Sand, Jonas thought as he stared down at it. Around him were trees, shading him from the hot sun. But the trees seemed different, there were criss-cross patterns stretching along the lengthy brown part, the leaves were like a head of green hair on the top of the tree, and there were these brown circles,
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Jonas stared at the restless waves, as they curled and crashed. The sound calmed him down. He walked out from under the cooling shadow of the palm tree, and into the hot sun. Immediately, he felt a rush of heat. The sand burned against his bare feet, and his mouth was dry. He needed some water. Jonas raced towards the ocean, sand kicking up behind him. As he got closer, the sand began to cool, soothing his scorched feet. Without hesitation, he crouched down and started to gulp the water. He gagged, the water was salty, a nauseating taste. Soon, all the water he had drank was back to where it came from. Miserably, Jonas backed away from the ocean. His body was so hot, it was going to explode. He remembered the soothing feeling of the wet sand on his hot feet. Then he thought of something. He walked back over to the water and began to step in. The thought that although he could not drink the water, perhaps he could immerse himself in it to cool off. He began to walk farther into the ocean, waves pushing him back, saying, “No, don’t go any farther.” But he did not listen. The touch of the cool water on his skin soothed him. Craving more, Jonas walked farther into the ocean, but the water didn’t seem to get any
Jonas stared at the restless waves, as they curled and crashed. The sound calmed him down. He walked out from under the cooling shadow of the palm tree, and into the hot sun. Immediately, he felt a rush of heat. The sand burned against his bare feet, and his mouth was dry. He needed some water. Jonas raced towards the ocean, sand kicking up behind him. As he got closer, the sand began to cool, soothing his scorched feet. Without hesitation, he crouched down and started to gulp the water. He gagged, the water was salty, a nauseating taste. Soon, all the water he had drank was back to where it came from. Miserably, Jonas backed away from the ocean. His body was so hot, it was going to explode. He remembered the soothing feeling of the wet sand on his hot feet. Then he thought of something. He walked back over to the water and began to step in. The thought that although he could not drink the water, perhaps he could immerse himself in it to cool off. He began to walk farther into the ocean, waves pushing him back, saying, “No, don’t go any farther.” But he did not listen. The touch of the cool water on his skin soothed him. Craving more, Jonas walked farther into the ocean, but the water didn’t seem to get any