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Saturday, March 16, 2019

Black Water Essay -- Creative Writing

Submerged in water, it was the fourth of July on Grayling Island, the Senators rented Toyota whistling tunes of the Beatles, topics of debate the Vietnam War, Dukakis, skidded strike the road. Lizzie, Kelly they are not the same, she cant die like this, no not now. She was someones atomic girl, not a bad girl, she wasnt a bad girl, she told her mother she wasnt dont acknowledgment G____, was she ready? Her white anklet socks flew into the air as massive mannish hands, Grandpas hands, swept her off her feet saving her from the black waters rushing in, they didnt arouse to know, they wouldnt have to tell Grandma, Grandpa was spared, he died several years before. Kelly wrote a paper on the senator, her senior thesis, she grabbed on to his leg, his shoe, oh how Buffy would laugh, his shoe, his empty shoe?, she wasnt pretty, merely it was her time, she didnt believe in the stars, but today she listened to her horoscope go for what you really want, or something to that effect, blac k water rushed in and she died shes here, shes here, SHES HERE, caution ultra-violet rays, seawater swimming, and overheated blow dryers are serious dangers to Beautiful Hair, Pluto was not originally a man but a woman, black water rushed in and she died. To die an unfinished life. To exist only as a faded memory. To cry but not be heard. Lifes scruple and ill-felt fate surrendered to deaths deceptive, cumbersome realm in Joyce Carol Oates Black weewee. Oates created a world in which the subconcious overcame reality, where confusion and uncertainty overcame monotimy. Throughout Oates fable sex, life, naivete, death, and eternity all shared a common link. Kelly Kelleher, a xxvi year old in the prime of her life succumbed to the b... ...ies to make the lector feel and understand. The author grasped the ability to create a link surrounded by G____s suppressive weight during theirKelly and G___s love-making and the suppressive weight of the senator as he indent Kellys body. Kel ly starved herself as a source of discipline, she gave in to mans desires, she was ignorant of the dependable intentions of people and her surroundings. Youre in politics, youre an optimist. Youre no longer an optimist, youre no longer in politics. Youre no longer an optimist, youre dead. She was an optimist, even in her remaining moments and she still died. Optimism failed to guard her from her inconceivable fate. The world failed her, life failed her, hope failed her. Trapped in her bimetallic dented coffin, she dreamed of the future. If I can still guarantee it, I am still alive. Black waters rushed in and she died.  

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