I couldn't help but wonder how he ended up in the water though, dead and all like that. We all have to die someday, but it seemed a lonely way to end one's life, out here in the wild and all I mean. Although I abandoned that grazing section in favor of virgin grass upstream, I continued to see images of the skeleton. It wasn't so much that I saw them everywhere around me like you might expect. I'd see them instead of thinking normal thoughts. I mean, that's all my mind wanted to do was to see that image. And, just like the story of the donkey that let the man out of the house too soon, I was seeing danger in each blade of grass that moved in the breeze. There are a lot of blades of grass up here in the canyon lands, and the breeze is always alive. I'd see danger in the slightest hint of darkness that appeared on a solitary cloud in an otherwise empty sky. .
I'd taste it in the water I'd drink from the stream where suddenly I became aware of everything that stream carried along with it. I'd sense danger in the very air I needed to survive. But, what scared me the most was never seeing all of that before; to be suddenly awakened from a dream, as it were. Now, several days later, I'm finally beginning to think of other things again; real thoughts, not just the same recurring dream. Just this morning, for example, I remembered a meadow I visited with my parents when I was very young. It was early in the morning and the sun still glistened on the dew embracing the sweet grass. The meadow was in the high country where the bristlecone pines fade into aspens and then the smiling meadow opens up before them. I was happy in these thoughts. I was thinking I needed to find that meadow again when I spotted a donkey standing in the stream ahead of me. He hadn't seen me yet and as was my custom I watched him for a while, in silence. He was tall for a donkey; at least a full ear-taller than myself. His hide had a reddish tint to it that caught the brilliant pool of sun he stood in.
She was once an optimistic girl, full of wishes and dreams, long before her brother passed away. ... " And that was her story.... No dream is ever too big for every small child like you Lucy. ... "And I'm glad you do like my story.... They really surprised me, I thought they all have forgotten my day. ...
He wrote impressive screenplays for the Mexican-based The Forgotten Village (1941) and Viva Zapata! (1952), as well as film scripts for his stories The Red Pony (1938) and The Pearl (1947). ... Cannery Row (1945) relates the story of a group of vagabonds on the Monterey coast. ... He has remained popular principally, however, for his compassionate portrayal of America's forgotten poor.... They share the dream of someday buying a farm together. ...
Though some authors write short stories simply to entertain their audience, there are many authors who see the short story as a tool. ... Someone who has read a short story by Eudora Welty often responds in that very way, feeling that the story served no purpose. ... One glaring exception to the general realism of Welty's writings is her short story "Circe." ... Each story either emits the joy of every-day-life or the tender impact of not so common occurrences, delights most people have forgotten how to take part in. Welty creates a surreal place in her stories where the external an...
Bowen is one of these fathers from David Mclean's short story, "Marine Corps Issue". ... He simply goes off to think to himself alone, isolated, without any form of relation to his son. " He was sitting on the edge of the garden with his head down and eyes closed as if in prayer, his hands lying lose and unattached in his lap" (Mclean 355) He feels sorrow for his son portraying his wishes and bringing back memories he wish to have forgotten. ... The pains of war and battle cause great stress in life and when captured and isolated from a family, dreams and knowledge just seem to disappear....
Even though Hemingway deserves to be noted as a man who opened critics' eyes to new ways of writing while incorporating his unique writing style and personal adventures into each of his stories, the work of Fitzgerald will never be forgotten. ... He captured the idea of the great American Dream and the idea of true love and his audience went crazy for his stories. ... He had no writer's block and was producing stories faster than most. Soon after being in Paris, he continued to publish short stories, poems, and novels (Guion). ... Fitzgerald was an author of dreams, love, and extrava...
James Joyce's "Araby" is a short story drawn from Joyce's childhood in Dublin. Within this short story, the unnamed narrator tells the story of a seemingly short incident in a boy's life. ... Joyce's "Araby" explores the hopes and dreams of a young boy and how those hopes are dashed by the stark realities of inescapable challenges in everyday life. ... The boy's infatuations with both the girl and the idea of escaping to exotic lands are dashed and it is hinted throughout the story that the boy will never be able to retrieve any of his dreams. ... These were the socia...
Along with playing the role of the woman that everyone wanted to be, Daisy is also the role of Jay Gatsby's dream. ... Flapper girls changed their ways by going from long dresses to short skirts, long hair to short, boyish hair, and they even started to drink. ... I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgotten long ago"(23). As we know, the story Nick speaks of is that Jordan cheated to win a golf tournament. ... Therefore, Myrtle, who is in the search of being as wealthy as someone like Daisy, makes her dream realistic by leaning towa...
Both the short stories "The Rocking Horse Winner- by D.H. Lawrence and "Araby- by James Joyce are made relevant by their use of symbols to portray what the author's point of view is on each respective subject of the short story. ... Even at the end of the story when the amount of money that Paul gives his Mother is not enough Lawrence also puts a strong sense of morality in to the short story. ... Throughout this story Joyce has numerous symbols towards the Roman Catholic Church and young boy's dreams. ... In both the short stories we have authors who write about their own s...
The morning I woke up knowing that I was dreaming, I convinced myself to write about Safe Heaven, the place I can't forget. ... I was gazed, with my fear forgotten by the beauty of the pond. ... With its fascinating views and warm breezes, its soft waters and pinky lights, the lost and abandoned castle made that magic place my eternal dream. ... It was a privilege to visit such a beautiful landscape, 31 years have passed and thanks to my dreams I still can remember even the colors of the wind. ...