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Mothers Lock Up Your Daughters Because They Are Terrifying

If I were to change the title of one of the short stories we have read I would change the title of “Mothers, Lock Up Your Daughters Because They Are Terrifying” to something like, “Mothers Know Best”. I don’t totally like the title, “Mothers, Lock Up Your Daughters Because They Are Terrifying” because in the story, the girls aren't the terrifying ones, it's the mother who is a crazy ghost. The mother supposedly killed herself for the girls and came back as a ghost to be a parent. The mother becomes even more terrifying when Ronnie reveals that the mother is not from this planet and sleeps in her bone marrow and feeds on thoughts. When the girls began turning on her, she became jealous and threatened to kill them while driving. Before I read the story I thought the daughters were actually going to be terrifying like serial killers or something, or something like every girl in the town turns into a monster at night and the mothers have to lock them up before dusk or else everyon

The Quarantine Stops (I hope)

During this coronavirus pandemic, we all stay isolated to slow the spread of the virus, while this isolation is important for the health of society, it kinda sucks. Being stuck inside with the same ~four people and not much to do leaves people feeling more irritable and annoyed, but the worst part is I think I’m getting used to it. Presumably, the same feeling evolved into the extreme isolation of the residents inside The Machine. The Machine residents were forced underground by some sort of catastrophe in the atmosphere of the planet. It is unclear whether solitude was a pre-designed part of machine society, or something that naturally occurred as the residents lost motive to leave their dwellings and sank deeper into complacency, but the residents ended up abhorring new experiences and face to face interaction. At the start of quarantine, the monotony of sitting at home with nothing productive to do besides schoolwork was mind-numbingly boring, but six weeks in, and I am much mor

The Lottery

If I were going to turn one short story into a movie I would pick The Lottery, because if it went deeper into the history of the lottery and the impacts on the town it could be a great horror movie. The story never goes into the details of the Lottery, is it a sacrifice to some village deity or just a tradition for fun? The Movie could go deeper into these details, explaining why the lottery was started, and the implications of the slow decline of their traditions, from the decay of the black box to their neighboring villages doing away with it altogether. I thought that the story had some excellent southern gothic themes, and if I made it into a movie I would emphasize those themes of violence, isolation, and tradition. Most southern gothic movies use the church or religion as antagonists, but since there is no church or religion mentioned in the story, the town could be drawn to seem like a cult/commune, which would work well with the small rural village aspect. Keeping with the

Q and A "The Things They Carried"

Q: does “The Things They Carried” offer a sympathetic view of GI’s in Vietnam or a critical one? Vietnam was a very controversial war, it began with strong support from the american public because it was perceived as a quick “police action” that would help protect the democratic southern Vietnamese people from an oppressive communist government in the north. Once the war began picking up and the draft was introduced, opinions quickly flipped and most of america was against the war, either out of self preservation for american lives, or the belief that Vietnam should be the ones to deal with their own conflicts and foreign powers need to stay out of smaller nations affairs. “The Things They Carried” provides us with a view from the american soldiers perspective of the dense jungle and the physical and mental burden of staying alive in a warzone. I think this story is sympathetic to the soldiers in Vietnam because while it is very admitting that the soldiers did horrible things l

Burt's Demise

Burt sat in his Pontiac fire bird while the music drowned out the hoots of owls and screams of coyotes. Sitting in his car he gazed out upon the endless concrete desert of the World Mart parking lot. This was once a grassland where bison grazed alongside prairie dogs and wolves, now it was nothing but corn and soybeans for miles in every direction. Here he was in the unending stillness with only two other cars in sight He felt a little guilty for leaving Janine and George to watch the store by themselves, but no one was stopping them from just leaving. “Besides,” Burt thought, “George would probably appreciate the time along with her. He was constantly drooling over her with this strange, hungry look in his eyes”. If Burt didn't know better, he would have thought of George as the Hannibal Lecter type. There came a tapping at the window, jolting Burt out of his thoughts. He could barely see through the smoke in the car, but there appeared to be a stout, lumbering figure standing