Creative Writing: Corrow Common

Dusk had come, silent, ceremonious, which brought her painful but pleasant memories in the diminishing light. Her shaking hands and arthritic fingers from the passing of time were holding the record player’s metal arm. The stylus hopped, moving lightly and quickly over damaged grooves from excessive use, landing very deep in the vinyl recording. She attempted again, one of her hands embracing the other, to the point where the overture’s rewarding hop and crepitation signified the precise spot. The incongruous speakers passed a faint melody of music.

Their attire was typical for the dwellers in Hallow Hill, which is in Clandestine Country. A generally pleasant place filled with thoughtful contemplation. Its rolling green meadows slope down to a babbling brook which twined through quiet neighborhoods fringed by bee-hung clover. But on the other side of tracks, the sense of serenity dissolved.

Doyle’s anecdotes, imagery, and varying sentence lengths allow us to interpret the physical and emotional transformation of snow. Throughout Doyle’s essay, there is the prominent use of anecdotes, allowing the audience to connect with his piece, whether or/ not they have seen snow. His opening: “I met a small girl who told me she had never seen snow.” sets a rhetorical situation. Doyle’s use of a rhetorical situation allows the audience to read from the point of view of a young and curious mind while also presenting his purpose, “snow is inarguable”

One side of this inlet is a beautiful dark grove. On the opposite side the land rises abruptly from the edge of the water , into a tall ridge on which grow a few scattered oaks of great age. Washingtons Irving , describes the setting as a dark, evil, and dim place, This basically shows Supernatrual because it shows how the place is related to evil by describing the place darkly like the place where evil things are occuring. This also shows that this setting takes it to the Dark Romanticism because the settings are obsessed with the idea of evil.. The woods represents a straying from the path of life, and when one strays they becomes prone to the influence of evil.

Winter usually represents a type of represents sadness. In this story, it represents also represents a type of sadness because winter has always been cold, sunless, wet, and dark. This is true because everyone who died in this story died in the winter. Even though it says “As . . . in the winter he was an active child, his eyes were bright and quick to laugh.

On a cold winter night like this Jason would be taking a boat to his grandparents house in North Carolina but this year they could not go. Jason was still wondering about why he and his mom and dad could not go. After all that thinking he went to bed. While he was sleeping, his mom and dad, Ann and Tom were discussing about not going to North Carolina . “ To bad we can’t go down south this year.” said Ann.

"Are you reading this? If you are, then you have woken. You have been in a coma for 23 years. Everything you've ever seen, felt, heard or tasted was a hallucination. Your friends weren't real.

On a cold winter night, in à remote landscape far to the north, the bititng wind raged and howled like à deranged beast throughout the mountain peaks, barren plains and the desolate forest. Whispering as it swept past the dead land, telling tales of bloody murder. The nightmarish desolate forest had breath takingly large trees, towering high above the ground, making one feel horribly inferior, but unfortuantley its magnificens was stolen by its sinister disposition. As throughout the whole forest not À single leaf could be seen on à tree all year round. Truly erie, as those big and crooked branches look like the claws of phantom eagles swaying with the wind, swooping down to snatch one from this earth.

The authors words give a feeling of looming death in this scene, and puts that in a brutally cold winter

"Alec Ramsay and Black Minx are out in front, five lengths ahead, AND THEY ARE UNDER THE WIRE!" the radio in the barn blared. I had just finished jumping my palomino "Above the Clouds" but I call him Cloud for short. Blackwater Ranch was owned by the Leigh's but they were at a horse show, so I was watching the ranch for them. I took my hunt seat saddle off Cloud's back then removed the saddle pad and set it out to dry.

The son undergoes moral development during this moment, and Wolff demonstrates this by using foils, symbolism, and by changing the connotation of the word snow. It is due to these literary devices that Wolff demonstrates the son’s moral development during a memorable moment. Throughout the novel it is apparent that the father and mother of the son are complete opposites.

The snow, therefore, symbolizes the cold world around them, that can in turn make a person cold as well, and destroy them if they cannot adjust to the cold. In such deadly weather one can find the means of survival in others, as the combined warmth of multiple people nourishes life, restoring vitality and fulfillment and vanquishing the cold emptiness that pervades so many people’s lives. As Tub, Frank, and Kenny start off in Kenny’s truck, they notice that “Some juvenile delinquents had heaved a brick through the windshield on the driver’s side, so the cold and snow tunneled right into the cab. The heater didn’t work… Tub tried to keep his hands warm by rubbing them under the blanket but Frank made him stop.

Snow serves as a symbol of the love the couple once shared together. The narrator explains the night of the “big snow”, “Remember the night, out on the lawn, knee-deep in snow, chins pointed to the sky as the wind whirled down all that whiteness?” (108) which is a symbol of the climax of the love and happiness shared between the two lovers. However, the narrator uses the idea of snow once again, “just a few dots of white, no field of snow” (109) to contrast the previous image. The few dots of white symbolize the absence or dwindling of love and affection that was once shared in the house the narrator passes by.

When I twisted the copper doorknob of the wooden bedroom door, I was greeted by a sea of tiny, porcelain faces. The collection of unpleasant porcelain creatures filled the room with a frightening essence, sending a frigid chill up my spine. I could practically feel their miniscule glazed eyes piercing the back of my neck, following my every move. The wallpaper was a dark, pine green, and it looked worn in a few places, peeling ever so slightly at the edges. A stained glass window swirling with vibrant ceruleans, jades, and ambers, took up the entirety of the wall in front of me.

The Black Death. It’s here and it’s spreading everywhere. My whole village has been infected. It first started when twelve Genoese trading ship came into the docks of Sicilian of Messina, Europe after a tiring journey through the Black Sea.