So Many Tears

Mixed Emotions The Story of an Hour is a short story written by Kate Chopin that illustrates the unusual, negative, and secretive side of a marriage that is unknown to the rest of the characters in the narrative. Chopin uses many different kinds of literary devices in this short story in order to portray the confinement, freedom, and hope that death brings about for Mrs. Louise Mallard, the main character. The story focuses on the way Mrs. Mallard handles and copes with the breaking news of her…

I had so much friends there, they came and they left, but I got along with every single person that walked through those doors. I remember faintly before my Dad got sick taking me to his work to just run around have fun, he would let me bring our dog to come with us so I could have a friend. Those days, along with the days I spent in the woods were my best days. Nauseated and miserable…

I saw the deer in the cross hairs of my scope; I took one last deep breath of the crisp winter air as my dad pressured me to hurry up, and I squeezed the trigger. I had never heard anything sound so loud in my life. My heart was beating through my chest as I looked down to see blood and shattered glass everywhere. The doe I was aiming for still standing in front of me unharmed. I was shaking uncontrollably, and not from the cold, but from the sight of what I had done. The smell of black power…

parents growing up. I still have problems today that I can relate back to my childhood. I was subjected to physical and emotional abuse in many different forms. Furthermore I have taken steps to transition myself into a healthier lifestyle when I moved away from, “home.” Three years old hearing my father beat my mum relentlessly; feelings pent up full of emotion, tears begin to well, and my throat developed a lump too big to swallow. Why he did this to her? My older sister and I tried…

The true intention of life has been a mystery, with many ideas and interpretations. The concept of life never staying stagnant is one to remember. Tangerine, a novel written by Edward Bloor, revolves around Paul Fisher. Paul is a handicapped 7th grader who has experienced a plethora of changes. For instance, the motif of brotherhood running throughout the novel has changed Paul. But, his brother Erik is what morphed Paul from a cowering sibling to a confident human being. Tangerine states Paul…

last. She replied “ I don't know “ I ran outside yelling his name like a crazy psychopath. As I thought of the many places he would go to I remembered he liked the pink and white bloomed laurel. As I rushed to the laurel a cool icy stroke of breeze hit me. Then I saw the yellow bright sun setting and the blue and pink sky. I saw a shadow and ran to it. My face lit up and tears came down as I saw him sleeping on top of a maple tree. He was on a branch holding the white gloves. Then I…

held me down. The second his foreign hands touched my body I clawed at his face. I felt the tears surface my checks. "Mom!" My lungs croaked with every word. My sorrowful eyes followed the speeding ambulance as it disappeared from my sight. The officer wrapped his arms around my fragile shoulders meanwhile my ears caught the other's soothing, sanguine words. I repeated the words "You're going to be okay" so many times, part of me commenced to believe it until I spotted my handcuffed father…

one oversomes of diversity reveal the importance of family, especially in times of death. Paton uses the imagery and the compassion to show that whether family shares close bonds or not, each member of a family shares importance within the family, and so family will always support you, therefore you must support them. After they learn that their son will face death, Kumalo and his wife cry out in the courtroom after the hearing as “all is not silent” because the sounds in the room show the…

walked us into Green Ramp. I still remember how ice cold it would feel on my small fingers. I never used to understand the meaning of it back then, but I do now. I would think What a weird ring mom has on. What does it even mean? I’m seventeen now, so I now know that it is the Special Forces symbol. A symbol of respect, gratitude, fight, war, heroes and my life. The planes were never…

I had moments of tears in the initial six weeks postpartum. It felt just like it did with my other two. I just had a baby and emotions are normal. Around weeks seven and eight postpartum, I began feeling an immense sense of fear. I was scared to take my three kids out in public because I felt like someone would try to take one of them. Anytime I did venture out, I was always on alert, thinking about my exit strategy or defense mechanism. Then, the fear grew in to fear with "mommy guilt" as I…