Peter slammed his office door and ruptured another splinter on its face like the thousands that plagued it. His shaky hands fixed three locks across the door that jarred into their familiar cradles. He dragged his chair through the cracked grooves in the floorboards and collapsed into it with a sigh. The paperwork on his desk was minimal. It was the nightmare garden he tended to every night once the children were dreaming, and his wife curled against her own skin, embraced by icy cotton sheets. Better.…
Pg. 20: I lifted the covers, and for a moment, I couldn’t make sense of the dark stains on the bottom sheet. Then I brought up my hand from checking myself. Sure enough, my complications had started.…
Blood is a fascinating hue. It’s sometimes crimson, scarlet, ruby red, or even bold red. Crimson is the stain that’s painted on my fingers, since I just accomplished a mission-to murder Simon Krell, who continued torturing his family members on a daily basis. Although he continued being a dangerous man, it was so simple to kill him that it occurred to be laughable, all the acting skills I needed was to pretend to act alike his maid and suddenly shoot the filthy person. As I laughed, my storm eyes gazed at the glowing sky that had waves of gleaming dots on it. A silver ellipse remained framed in the inky sky, supported with millions of winking balls of fire.…
The first description we are given of the young man is that his ‘face is bristling with fragments of glass’ which suggest that the ‘young mans’ face will be scared for the rest of his life. This creates a disturbing image of his face covered with blood that is dripping from the flesh wounds caused by the ‘fragments of glass’ embedded in his skin, the word ‘bristling’ helps to create this vivid image.…
As he sat stiff backed and upright in the hard wooden chair, Jotham looked around anxiously. He could only see three of the walls, and the ceiling, if he craned his neck upwards, but that was enough to make him very uneasy indeed. They were grey and bare - not silver grey, but a horrible murky grey, that made it seem like everything was closing in on him. The room was rectangular; not at all wide; there was perhaps a metre between him and the nearer two walls, but it was extremely lengthy; probably about fifteen metres long.…
The ability to emotionally connect with the “characters” of the story is equally as important to understanding the narrative. First, the right-sided wall of the first room is painted of a vibrant yellow. Such colour provoked a sense of cheerfulness and energy. I felt happy for a moment, however, the intensity of the yellow dominated in which created a forceful energy that resulted in myself becoming uncomfortable. I feel that such intense colour implied the energy of stereotypes and racial events that took over the jubilance of the Indigenous people. Another example is, the deep burgundy colour of the furthest wall created fear. I felt lost and heavy within the depth of the colour itself. The fear of being alone; as to an Indigenous woman would have felt surrounded by the unaccepting society that surrounds her. Both intense colours captivated the viewer into the personal perspective of the Indigenous people…
Olds paints a picture of the unpleasant situation compared to a more pleasant situation. “-genitals like violent hands clasped tight barely moving, more like being closed in a great jaw and eaten-”(Olds81), Olds paints an image of the moment being violent, harsh and painful, compared to her sense of imagery when discussing a more pleasurable moment, “-you kept me sealed exactly against you, our hairlines wet as the arc of a gateway after a cloudburst, you secured me in your arms till I slept-”(Olds81). Both lines provides a vivid example of how she interprets both moments, allowing the reader to be able to recognize the significant differences in each…
7. Reread the description of Jane’s paintings (Chapter 13). How do the descriptions articulate the theme of self-discovery?…
The narrator describes her illness and her husband’s take on her treatment. Her thoughts give detailed insight into her mind as the narrator enters the state of a psychotic breakdown. The narrator’s thoughts describe her reasoning for not getting well faster. “John is a physician, and perhaps-(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind) –perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster.”(224) The narrator expresses her concerns on paper and wonders if this has any effect on her wellbeing. John has confined her to a room in which she initially dislikes the yellow wallpaper. “I’m really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper.”(226) The narrator’s initial thoughts on the yellow wallpaper are that it is horrid. She is confined in a room, picked by her husband, and for some reason she is unable to figure out the pattern to the yellow wallpaper. “It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw-not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things”.(226) She continues to look into the pattern, without actually figuring it out. The narrator is becoming used to the yellow wallpaper and its qualities. She smells the wallpaper everywhere in the house and even so, when she is out of the house. Unbeknownst to her, the smell of the wallpaper begins to creep around her the more…
Lathan looked to Allison and then back to Constantine, “You’ve thought of everything — like normal. There’s really no other choice.”…
“We found rope, matches, and gas at his dorm room.” Nichols and I stepped out and into the room. James looked up at the intrusion and followed me with his eyes as I sat down. “So James,” Nichols began, “Tell us about your relationship with Angelica Browning.” James’ hand scratched his nose and didn’t answer. I looked at Nichols. Nichols looked back. I returned my gaze to James. Skinny, with pale blond hair and light brown eyes. He looked as if a slight breeze could blow him to the next town.…
His eyes were wet but James refrained from making childish snivelling noises. A firm hand was placed on his shoulder. No doubt his father could feel him trembling, he thought. Knowing that the thing they'd jumped at the sight of, drifting along in the infected River Stour, which he'd mistaken as a charred branch, must have been the poor soldier's arm. It froze him stiff to recall the flexing and spirited, blackened fingers tapping away in the morning air.…
As the story progresses, the protagonist grows increasingly depressed and anxious. With John’s constant observation of her, making her unable to write, her only stimulation is manifested in the intense scrutiny of the yellow wallpaper. She begins to notice a woman “. . .stooping…
I was caught on the snare and was screaming for Sophie to come and get me. I heard someone running towards my way and I was hoping it would be her, so I kept yelling to tell her where exactly I was. And I look over to my left and there she was staring at me and having very deep breaths. I was moving back and forth still trying to get loose. She had my name while I was looking and then another Bonobo ran away from out a bush and with another young one her back. I was still very aggravated at the time and I grabbed at the knot in the snare, but I didn’t work. At that moment she said, “Oh my Otto, I’ll get you down.” She started climbing the tree trying to get me down because she couldn’t reach me from the ground, I was too high up. She kept slipping…
Unblemished skin stretches down is face, over his nose, his cheeks, and his chin. He has a nose that elongates down the center of his face into a plump, round tip, where his nostrils flare onto the ground. His cheeks are a set vibrant rose. It is not often that the tone of this man’s face is a balanced color other than the pale shade that is set beneath the rose of his cheeks.…