What happened after? (a small excerpt of the upcoming #1 New York Times Bestseller)
By Sean Fisher
The moor was quite possibly the bleakest, drollest, most gray spit of boring land he had ever set eyes on. To top it off, he was cold. The grayish-blue was lightened only by a brighter white road winding through it. The road was white due to the peculiar nature of the rocks on the heath, which had years ago been collected and cobblestoned into a lithe track. The air was dead. No riffle of wind staggered through the surroundings. Even the weeds looked as if they were dying, which is hard for a weed to do. Through the blue, chilly haze of the expansive moor he could see a small cart trundling along perhaps a mile away. Along its side was boldly emblazoned an unrecognizable advertisement in peeling paint.
He turned. There was no joy to be had in meeting one of the inhabitants of this lonely forsaken wasteland. They had no wish to see the return of a native, as it were.
As the old man shambled along the road, his footsteps awkward but his blue eyes lucid and sure, he paid close attention to the flowers lining the roadway. The yellow cut a cold contrast to the stark white of the cobblestones. As a traveler from distant lands he had seen many flowers, but never before had he seen this flower in such proliferation. It positively lined the path, sparked decades before by the thoughtlessness of a passing repairman. The yellow was powerful. It was not necessarily happy. The conditions of its birth were much too heart-rending for that, but the emotion imbued into that simple yellow color immediately caught his eye. He knelt down and touched the fuzzy cluster of small petals. Chrysanthemums.
5 comments:
Okay, so we have The Yellow Wallpaper...that other short story with the girl and the flowers by the side of the road...okay, so I don't really get it all (and my two guesses so far are probably off), but I do know that it is written in the style of Sir Walter Scott. Am I very confused? Have I missed the point of this post?
Wow! I'm surprised that you remember all of that, being out of the class as long as you have. I'm impressed! However, I wasn't really getting too far into things, like the style of it, but if you say so, I can add that to the list!
I was actually thinking of a Thomas Hardy novel at the beginning and Steinbeck's short story at the end. It seems that Hardy's novels always seem to have a boring heath in them. Egdon Heath runs rampant through his novels.
I don't think I actually read Yellow Wallpaper all the way through - just tried to get the gist of it. I think that was a stressful week! When that happens, I usually don't remember it very well.
Well, I don't think I read any of the short stories, but, I did pay attention when we discussed them in class. Maybe I read Yellow Wallpaper after we talked about it in class because the discussion about it just seemed so weird, and I wanted to know what the heck was going on with the story. I write really long sentences. I actually did think a little bit about Tess of the D'Urbervilles when I was reading the post, but I didn't think there was any basis for it, so I didn't mention it. Tess was a Hardy novel, right? (Okay, so I looked it up) I didn't read all of that book either.
I think you would appreciate this.
http://www.rinkworks.com/bookaminute/
Wait! Don't stop there! What happens next?
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