“Sorry, Pandesal, you can’t come. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Arleyne told him with a true sympathy. He whimpered as she petted him goodbye. Then Arleyne turned to the forest that bordered the Ocampos’ few acres of land. The perfect line of trees on the horizon signified the beginning of Arleyne’s adventure to prove herself. Then, she started walking towards the forest and started her search for the duende. Arleyne looked at her surroundings. The sun was nearly blocked by the enormous canopy of amugis trees above her. The bark of numerous tree trunks were scratched and mauled by something she did not want to encounter. Therefore, she continued walking down the unweathered forest floor that had scarcely been in contact with human foot. The sudden tweets …show more content…
The duende strolled over to a nest it made out of crushed twigs and grass that Arleyne didn't notice before. He put the bag in the nest and quickly disappeared back into the forest. “I think he’s gone,” she gulped and crawled out of the scratchy bush. Then, she and Pandesal walked over to observe the duende’s nest. “I wonder what’s in the bag.” Arleyne timidly opened the bag and saw that it was filled to the brim with rice plants. It was from her family’s farm! She realized the importance of stopping the duende. Despite that, how was she going to do it? “Pandesal, I have an idea. We’ll set a trap for the duende when he comes back.” They set out to work. Arleyne found a spider plant near the bush they hid in and weaved a cage out of the long leaves with rocks to weigh it down. She also braided clivia leaves into a sturdy rope and tied it to the cage. Next, she climbed up a raintree and draped the rope over a branch. Then, she tied it loosely to a lower branch, which left the cage dangling over the ground. Arleyne placed some rice from the duende’s bag under the cage. When the duende was under the cage, Arleyne, who would be in the tree, would drop the cage onto the
Find the willow tree and you’ll soon find water nearby.” In this situation she is realizing what she must do in order to survive and help her grandfather. This is the start of her looking for hope. A few days after Matilda’s search for hope is slowly starting to pay off. “Eliza had just reached the bottom step when I slammed into her.
At a first glance the forest seems tranquil, yet it provides a sense of claustrophobia and isolation which suggests a feeling a being trapped under the Franco regime for the three-female characters; Ofelia, Mercedes the maid, and Carmen who is Ofelia’s mother. We can see that both Mercedes and Carmen are two different alter reflections of Ofelia. Carmen has succumbed under Vidal’s rule, while Mercedes is silently disobeying his ruling by helping out with the resistance. On the other side, the trees provide protection for the Maquis to carry out their work against the Franco supporters. The forest acts like an iron curtain between Franco’s Spain and the outer world, the only connection is the railway track which symbolises a one-way communication method which lack of understanding between both parties.
Hanging on one side of the gap in the corrugated iron fencewas a grey, ripped tyre. It surrounded a tattered, peach-coloured signboard, which, after brushing off the dust, Sean could see it read, "Roser's Fields Vineyards". He went in, swatting the numerous blowflies that found pleasure in pestering
The novel The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood is a story about a society set in a future world where women’s rights have been revoked. Many values change with this new regime of controlled women and strict laws. Despite the changes in the world it maintains many conservative, religious beliefs while also containing liberal, feminist beliefs simultaneously. Society in the futuristic world of Gilead is structured heavily off of readings from the Bible and traditional views of gender that have been in place for a long time. An example of the Bible being an important part of society is the idea of the Handmaids came from a passage in the Bible about two women, Rachel and Leah.
Regen was pawing in his stall when I ran to him, and he had kicked a hole in the wood on the back wall. As animals tend to do, he had sensed a disaster approaching. "Regen," I whispered, " take us away from here. " I unlatched his stall, fear making my vision blurred and my hands tremble, and I swung myself up onto his golden back, grabbed a handful of his flaxen mane, and he ran. We burst out into the bright midmorning light, and I trusted him to take us away.
Melinda picks the word “tree.” Annoyed, she goes to pick a new word, but is stopped by her art teacher. Melinda struggles with her project, unable to make her trees look alive and un-child like. “I can see it in my head: a strong oak tree with a wide scarred trunk and thousands of leaves reaching to the sun…. I can’t bring it to
“Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed. Things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches”(pg 8). At the beginning of the book, the main character(Janie) is greeted by her best friend at her house. Her curious friend asked Janie what did she do while she was away.
A Worn Path In Eudora Welty's short story "A Worn Path" the character Phoenix Jackson is an “elderly woman “who shows great courage to travel through the woods to get medicine for her grandson. Jackson’s grandson unintentionally swallowed lye some years ago which burned his throat, and he needs the medicine to heal him. During her journey, Jackson encounters several obstacles that she face that remind me of my grandmother who would do anything to help us. The character journey shows her strength to overcome many physical obstacle by presents of courage, strength, and love.
The Hunt It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt.
The approach of autumn was well on its way. “Autumn’s hand was lying heavy on the hillsides. Bracken was yellowing, heather passing from bloom, and the clumps of wild-wood taking the soft russet and purple of decline. Faint odors of wood smoke seemed to fit over the moor, and the sharp lines of the hill fastnesses were drawn as with a graving-tool against the sky.” As Ellie drove down the road she was much more aware of all her surroundings.
I looked out from the passenger side window as we pulled into our parking spot. The trees were beginning to go bare in the frigid October weather, and the ground was covered in their dry, crispy leaves. The four of us were going on a haunted hayride tonight, a popular past-time for season. We clambered out of the car and left our bags behind. It had rained the day before, and it made the ground beneath us soft with mud and trampled leaves.
In Margaret Atwood’s novel, ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’, Moira is depicted as the symbol for resistance to authority and represents hope to the Handmaids. Atwood presents her as a polar opposite to Offred. She is independent, strong-willed, and outspoken. Conversely, the pair can be argued to be doubles in the fact that they both ‘resist’ to the oppressive Republic in Gilead.
“The girl was running. Running for her life, in the hope of finding a safe haven for her and her family. She never looks back, the only indication her father was still behind her was his ragged breathing above her head, forming puffs of air in this cold morning. She suddenly stumbles on a root, but her mother secures her fall with a small wisp of air. They lock hands, all three of them, and continue pushing themselves, desperately trying to find the others they lost on the way.
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.