The story “Departure” starts talking about George and the departure, but it does not tell the reader where George will go. The author describes each detail of the scenery which causes tension and mystery. <em>“Beyond the last house on Trunion Pike in Winesburg, there is a great stretch of open fields. The fields are owned by farmers who live in town and drive homeward at evening along Trunion Pike…”</em> The story also tells the reader a little bit of George’s past that relates to the places he looks at the moment. Further, in the story the reader learns a little about of George’s adventure, he is leaving a small town to go to a big city <em>“Tom had seen a thousand George Willards go out of their towns to the city. It was a commonplace enough incident with him”. </em>
The Story “Up the Coolly” also uses the description of scenery to build mystery and tension <em>“It all swept back upon Howard in a flood of names and faces and sights and sounds; something sweet and stirring somehow, though it had little of aesthetic charms at the time”</em>. When the main character returns to places, his memory brings him back to old days <em>“Once they passed a little brook singing in a mournfully sweet way its eternal song over its pebbles. It called back to Howard the days when he and Grant, his younger brother, had fished in this little brook for trout…”</em>
Further the reader learns that the main character left his town to become an actor <em>“He had been wonderfully successful, and yet had carried into his success as a dramatic author as well as an actor” </em>and as he approaches his brother’s house memories to come back with pleasure and excitement but also with the memory of how many times he said he would visit and did not.
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There was a brown colored rose pup like a frown of my face. One had a touch of fur like wire, that statclly I froze. What was that felting feeling that felt so dreaming though brittle seeming?. That glorious one sunday morning 2 pups were looking meretorious. Today was June, oh yes it felt like a cocoon! It was dredingly hot like the triples of the sun crying onto my face. I was 10 oh if all the keningly feeling! how woulf I know to take care of a dog like these? They were like little ladies, mutts. o'gradys!
Thier breed was undefinable but you could see that theyll turn so green! They were going to be big. Oh i do want a fig! I needed to have these adorable little pups! my heart was flourishing they looked nourishingly I complained to papa! He told me they were mine the pups looked fine! He told me out side they must sleep forthere I understood deeply. Days, weeks, moneths, on end we played never thinking it would ever end. It was never ending love! I learned to love and care, where the air lefted me with happines.. Me, my pups, and I played and played and played, the pups looked at me with jade blue twinkling eyes, we loved each other! Ontill misery and illness took carlie away. She was lucky to have lived for weeks. I loved her whispered to her, oh I would miss her wired coted fur. We loved her until it was over. oh it drove me to souro pain. Life wasnt the same. Who would’ve thought such a short time together could’ve left such broken souls. Times are better but will never be the same
To Carlie I love you
To Carlie I pray. To I have blessed her soul. "Goodbye Carlie" tears ran over my cheeks, and I was happy i saw her for the last time.
Ight finna addd you i’ll do it tonight