My eyes were a dark blue, and my face still had traces of baby fat. Overall not attractive, but not entirely ugly, just a normal eighteen-year-old. I went about my morning routine of taking a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on deodorant. I walked into my kitchen and prepared myself some breakfast of eggs, toast, bacon, and another cola. I sat down and began to dig in and turned on my television and set it to the news.
The eyes were bloodshot and had the smallest hint of green. He scrubed his eyes with a cloth. The doorbell rung right as he put them pack in. He walked towards the door and looked through the keyhole. He saw the daily newspaper and continued opening the door.
Can I have some bacon? I want the really thick good kind,” Rory said. Farmer Brown walked to the door to see who was demanding his bacon. When he saw Rory, he grabbed his broom and chased Rory away. “Well,” Rory said, “I could still grab some plums from the plum
Sammy is staring back at it when he quit his job. Sammy: "Looking back in the big windows, over the bags of peat moss and aluminum lawn furniture stacked on the pavement, I could see Lengel in my place in the slot, checking the sheep through. His face was dark gray and his back stiff, as if he'd just had an injection of iron" (Updike 20). Sammy shows in the end what would be seen as a sign of regret. The regret would be that he quit his job.
I open the door to see a clean room with one queen sized bed, a quaint bathroom, a television, a miniature refrigerator, and another door out onto a balcony. My first thought is to see if the television works and to see if there is a news channel that can explain what is happening. I find the remote on the bedside table. I start clicking through the different channels and finally find the Fox News channel. What I see is horrifying.
The environment I chose to observe was a Freshman residence hall common room within Millenium Hall. The common room has a five piece couch and chair set that can be easily moved and reoriented. During my observation period the furniture was oriented in an L shape facing a 48 inch panasonic television. The specific area would play host to the floor during the NFC championship. The Philadelphia Eagles are playing in the championship game so a large floor gathering was scheduled.
Before the knock on the door, Angelina and I played. There was music and laughter overflowing the house, and the scent of kosher dinners wafted from the kitchen. Before the knock on the door, I had a doll. I had a bed, a warm, pink quilt fluffed by the unmade sheets, and stuffed animals under it. Before the knock on the door, I had books.
Seeing nothing there, I head to the last room downstairs, the laundry room. Realization dawned upon me, my dogs sleep in there. Running at full speed towards the laundry room, I stop at my dad's dead body at the base of the stairs. Quickly squatting down, I stabbed him in the head, just to be safe. The moan is louder now, and I figure out that the sound is coming from the stairs.
Robert and the narrator sit on the couch after the wife has fallen asleep, watching TV, when a documentary about cathedrals comes on. The narrator then proceeds to show Robert what a cathedral looks like by taking his hand and drawing a cathedral on “a shopping bag with onion skins in the the bottom of the bag.” (Carver 110) . Through this bricolage, the narrator closes his eyes and has an epiphany, for in this moment where his eyes are closed, hands intertwined, he truly sees, and “ ‘It’s really something,” (Carver 135). It’s the minimalistic approach that prefaces this big event that really showcases the theme. Carver’s use of colloquial language, in creation of an increasingly relatable scene allows for the reader to empathize with the narrator, allowing for a much stronger impact when the epiphany occurs and the story’s theme has been
Clark walked to the front desk carrying a large cat carrier. He passed it to Dr. Jones and sat down in one of the broken waiting room chairs. Octavian smiled at him. "The cat do that to you ?" Octavian pointed to the cuts and small bruise on his face.
Cherokee was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when Mr. Allman entered her house and barricaded the front door. Before she knew it there he was standing in front of her in the kitchen. Cherokee, being the "quiet and sneaky and deadly" (page 57) person she is, smiled and offered him a cup of coffee. He stops blocking her and sits down at the kitchen table. Cherokee leaves the kitchen and puts on a fancier apron and a scarf.