The knocking stopped suddenly although it’s echos were still in the house. “I’m sorry” The words resounded through the room, giving off an eerie atmosphere. Mrs.White slowly turned around, a mix of both fear and desperation in her eyes. “You didn’t” she whispered, as tears threatened to fall. “T-there wasn’t any other way” Mr.White stammered. “Who knows what he would’ve looked like, what he would’ve-” He was cut of by the sight of his wife collapsing to her knees. She let out quiet sobs, trembling all the while. Trying to comfort her, he rushed over and put his hands over Mrs.White’s. “It’ll be ok” he said frantically. “No it won’t!” screamed Mrs.White, pulling at her hair in frustration. “It’s not going to be ok! Everything was taken …show more content…
“It can’t be” Mr.White responded, completely horrified. “I wished you away! How could this have happened? I was sure of it!” He babbled on. His mind raced with ideas of what could have gone wrong. That’s when it hit him. He did not really wish Herbert to be gone. He just wished him away. Herbert wasn’t dead, just somewhere farther away. “Oh my god” Mr.White whispered. “Oh. My. God!” This seriously couldn’t be happening. In the heat of the moment, anyone could’ve made the same mistake he had. It was absolutely ridiculous! “Dad” Herbert spoke up once again. The young man’s voice was gravelly and weak, much different than it was before. The machine must have caused a great impact on his vocal chords. Mr.White completely ignored his son, contemplating what to do. He didn’t want his son following him back home, no matter how bad it sounded. But it was not like he could just leave him here. The old man had to act fast. So, he did what he could. He ran. Mr.White ran as fast as possible, legs burning with every step. He made up his mind that someone had to find Herbert, and when they did, he figured he would just get re-buried. Although Herbert cannot get very far no matter how hard he tries. Besides, the worse had already happened, there was nothing to lose now. That’s why as soon as he got to his house, he made his way inside and locked the door. Panting, he slid down to the floor and covered his face with his
“ I still wonder: why didn’t I just go in through the front window since it was all blown out? Had I gone through the window, maybe then I would seen the dead guy, the third casualty,...” (Beller 21). Another thought that was important to the story was, “... Why isn’t he listening to me? Why isn’t he getting up?”
This part of the story is where he overcomes his challenge and survives. So now Guss is mad and is looking for a reason to kill Mr.White, but can’t because he needs another cook. Mr.White goes ahead and kills Gus first. After killing him he told his wife “I am
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She questions the reality and begins to wonder whether the expressions made by her uncle are actually the truth. I found this section quite challenging and I had to reread it several times to ensure that it was just speculation. At one point, I thought that the author’s uncle did not actually die and that this story was imagined. However, in the end, I understood that the narrator was only searching for comfort and that the realization that her uncle was dead was difficult for her to accept, hence the confusion between reality and illusion. In future readings, I will overcome these challenges by taking a slower reading pace to ensure that I grasp all the ideas presented by the author.
He could not remember when the last time was and he felt frantic. His son had to be okay, he had to tell him he loved him and how proud of him he was. How was he going to make all the wrongs he had done over the years,
He was done with that little town, its sad people, and all the sorrow that had plagued his life. He relished the idea of being free. He could do nothing about the aching pain of how his dad died…in a self imposed sleep from too much of the sleeping salts, and a fallen candle that set off the fire. What was done was done, and he had learned early on to not hang on to things you had no control of, so he rode away from his childhood and toward the life of a
The narrator does not think of himself during the funeral but instead “wanted [Jamie] to know that [he] was [there], thinking about [Jamie]” (Smith, 48). The narrator struggles with comprehending that Jamie will never flash Morse Code to him, or avoid Mrs. Houser’s grass, or even pick blackberries with him again. But slowly, with the support of his family and his loving neighbor Mrs. Mullins, the narrator eventually comes to terms with Jamie’s death. But he never forgets Jamie. Instead, he thinks about what he can do for Jamie’s mother and how he can continue Jamie’s legacy.
~~~ I had a strange dream that night. I could see. I was walking through a barren wasteland. I saw nothing but endless, red rock and the occasional dying tree. I heard a distant sound, too quiet for me to tell what had made it.
Kyle Lyon Professor Ed Steck AWR 201 F3 14 April 2015 Annotated Bibliography Shelley, Mary. Frankenstein. Ed. Hunter, Paul J. Norton Critical Edition.
When she did go back there she saw black smoke and your dad’s car was on fire. She had taken a canning jar and tried to break the window open. Much to her surprise the canning jar didn’t break but the window did. Though when she looked inside she didn’t see your dad inside. She looked to the back of the car to see your dad laying behind the car.
White and his wife. A week after their sons burial, in the middle of the night, Mrs. White cries for Mr. White to use the Paw to bring back their son, but Mr. White refuses, pleading "He has been dead ten days, and besides he - I would not tell you else, but - I could only recognize him by his clothing. If he was too terrible for you to see then, how now?" , but she does not listen and forces him to wish their son alive. They wait, but their son does not come back.
There she found him hanging from the curtain rod. She grabbed the chair and got scissors out of the kitchen drawer and quickly cut him down. He was conscious and slowly breathing. She guided him to the couch and sat him down. She hastily picked up the phone, but there was no line connected and she had left her cell at home.
But even in doing that, he is probability thinking of his wife, the mother of his son. He does not want to bring what is left of his son home, a dismembered body half eroded by acid. It would feel like killing his wife too. It maybe horrible, but he still did it out of love to spare what was left of his son and spare the other people who loved him. The responsibility he had over his son.
I had a bare instant in which to see the expression of amazement and bewilderment that dawned on Dr. Wyatt’s face. Kayla didn’t wait for a response from him. Without warning, she suddenly flung the rabbit through the air at my direction. Then, in a single blur of motion, she hurled herself forward into the elevator, straight at Dr. Wyatt… I yelled back over my shoulder, ‘Kayla no!
Roderich Edelstein It was just days before the end of the war when Roderich Edelstein was shot and passed away after some hours in the hospital. The funeral will be held on the 5th of May and will only be open to close friends. Roderich was a man that immersed himself in music and did not let himself be sidetracked by petty things such as war. That made him better than many of his friends, whom had spent their entire lives obsessed with it.