Grace looked out at the glistening horizon stretched out in front of her. She couldn't help but smile at the unmistakable beauty. The water looked as if there were billions of sparkling diamonds floating peacefully on the water. She turned her face upward toward the welcoming heat of the sun and let her mind go blank. She stretched out her tired arms and wiggled her painted toes in the hot, wet sand. She listened to the sound of the waves not far from where she stood now. As she began to walk toward the sea, she closed her eyes. Then everything shattered. She remembered. It was just like watching a terrible movie.
She saw her mother, Amy, beautiful, and loving. She saw her father, Henry, funny and patient. She saw her brother Michael, with his beautiful eyes. Nobody Grace had known had eyes like his, a beautiful, bright blue. He was only six when it happened. She was fifteen. The family had been packed into the old, rusting pick-up truck they had owned years before Grace was born. While singing along to the static, barely working radio they were headed to Oklahoma, where a beautiful cabin with a lake, only a few feet from the back porch, was waiting for them. .
"Mommy, Mommy, I see a train!" squealed Michael, as the truck neared the railroad tracks. Grace had to hold in her laughter as she watched Michael try to lift himself up higher to get a better view of the train that was rushing by. Michael had loved trains ever since he laid his eyes on one. Michael couldn't even count the amount of stuffed train characters he had sitting on his warm bed at home, or the amount of toy train tracks, and train sets he had. Grace couldn't recall how many times she had stepped on one of the miniature trains that Michael had failed to pick up after playing with them in the living room. .
"You missed one Mikey!" Grace had yelled to the other end of the house one night as she got yet another surprise under her bare foot.
You are beautiful, but you always deny it. ... You looked at me, dead in the eyes, like you could look through my body and into my soul. ... I had always known that you were afraid of falling, afraid of leaving this world behind, the pain of yours was shown in your eyes. ... And I told you that you were beautiful, like I always did. ... You will always stay beautiful in my mind. ...
In the short story "Recitatif", Morrison removes all racial codes from the narrative, for which racial identity is crucial in order, to give out a message that race is not important to become friends. In the novel and the short story, Morrison is able to relate herself to the racial indiscrimination and labels that her and her friends were exposed to as young children. ... Blue eyes. New, blue eyes, she said. ... In the short story, readers are unaware of who the African American girl is or who the Caucasian girl is. ...
The components of structure reveal certain characteristics about the plot, and are essential to the comprehension of the short story. ... This is interesting because one would think that someone mourning a lost love wouldn't take in beautiful sights or scents. She then began to sob and Chopin described the "dull stare in her eyes- as Mrs. ... Mallard eventually emerged from her bedroom with "a feverish triumph in her eyes- (Chopin, 2). ... Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour- is a short story where structure plays a key role in the development of plot. ...
Jessica has always been shorter then everyone else. Her blue eyes light up every time she opens them. ... Since Jessica is really short and petite. ... His bright blue eyes glowed in the dim room as he stood quietly in the corner. ... Jessica set down and told her the whole story. ...
Each character craves the desire for a trait that is withheld only within the conventional white- American standards of beauty; whether it is blue eyes, lighter skin, or straighter hair. ... There is even more than just this goal of beautiful that black women desire. ... Here, they learn "in short, how to get rid of the funkiness... ... The Bluest Eye examines the home life of these children in the stories as well. ... Pecola's wish is to have blue eyes, the bluest of eyes, with this she will achieve beauty and happiness, her family will no longer fight, and everything wrong with her...
Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour" tells the story of Louise Mallard, a housewife who learns that her husband has recently died in a train accident. ... "There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory." ... The point of view in this story is omniscient. ... The setting in the story seems to correspond with Louise's short-lived "new life." ... This seems to be the first time Louise notices the beautiful world outside, and is symbolic of the beautiful life she is about to start. ...
Short-Short Summary of The Time Machine By: H.G. ... After the machine is invented he chooses a select group of friends and scientists to show a working model of this amazing machine, and it disappears before their very eyes, they pass it off as a cheap magic trick and leave. ... When he finally sees the light of day, he sees himself in a beautiful garden. ... When he got back no one believed his story so he decided to return to the future, but he never came back. ...
He told me a story. ... He would wear bright red nail polish and beautiful diamond earrings when I knew it didn't seem right. ... I remember the way his eyes were filled with fear and anger; the way his breathing was coming out in ragged short puffs. ... I knew that no matter what happened he would still be the courageous, beautiful and kind soul I grew up with and nothing would ever change that. ... She told me a story. ...
The short happy life of Francis Macomber The main characters of this short story are Robert Wilson a hunter from England and the wealthy married couple from America, Francis and Margot Macomber. ... About Francis and Margot Macomber it is told very directly from the beginning of the story, that their marriage is based on nothing but materialism and that they are both aware of this, I would call it tragic, fact. ... Margot was too beautiful for Macomber to divorce her and Macomber had too much money for Margot ever to leave him."" ... In the ca...
