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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Lady or the Tiger
I think Mrs. Phillips' class may already have done this, but why don't we all write endings to the Lady and the Tiger? I have some pretty darn good ideas... you guys had better check this blog more often.
I personally think that the Princess chose the tiger, or (that black-hearted scoundrel), the doors both had tigers in them! I don't have an ending for this but I do have one for Miriam.
Here it is: Miriam Part II.
“Hello.” said Miriam… The two stared at each other. Mrs. Miller didn’t know for how long. Time was sleeping and everything was spinning. Except, a girl dressed in a thin, silk gown, with a sparkling cameo tear slowly falling down her pale face. Who was this girl? Why was she crying? The spinning was really annoying. She needed to get away, to see her husband. Away from this… reality? The window. The girl. Again, the window. Frothy flakes were nose-diving recklessly to the ground from the darkening, spinning sky. The ceiling was caving in. The floor opened up and the white roses in that vulgar vase smashed to the floor. That was the last thing she remembered. When Mrs. Miller opened her eyes, the world was not spinning. It was, gray. Old furniture came into focus. She was in her apartment again. The room seemed so empty. She pitied the poor person who lived in this inconspicuous aquarium. She was no longer frightened. But curious and energized. She was no longer a gray fish in a tank. But, a trusting woman: Miriam Miller. That reminded her. She got excited when she saw the white dress. “So, you decided to come back early, did you?” She just gaped at this young girl reaching over to a brown table to eat some candied cherries. Everything seemed right. The cherries looked scrumptious. The snow seemed brighter, she imagined children playing with it outside, despite frustrated mother’s calls. Mrs. Miller wanted to play with them. She smiled now as she noticed the vase and wondered if Miriam had broken it. Life couldn’t be full of questions. She had to be the one with answers now. Mrs. Miller had trusted herself now. Understood what had to be done. She would have to decide for herself. No more questions. The woman wanted to desperately open her mouth and scream at the girl and thank her for all the pain she had brought her. Thank her? “You’re welcome.” Said Miriam.
So is she dead? Or alive? I don't really understand. I kind of saw a definite ending in Miriam, that Miriam was the angel of death, and Mrs. Miller had died. The ending, with the drawer opening and closing, that was her heart beat. It was like a heart attack, and the part where she stiffened and stared with unseeing eyes, that was her dead body.
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I personally think that the Princess chose the tiger, or (that black-hearted scoundrel), the doors both had tigers in them! I don't have an ending for this but I do have one for Miriam.
Here it is:
Miriam Part II.
“Hello.” said Miriam…
The two stared at each other. Mrs. Miller didn’t know for how long. Time was sleeping and everything was spinning. Except, a girl dressed in a thin, silk gown, with a sparkling cameo tear slowly falling down her pale face. Who was this girl? Why was she crying? The spinning was really annoying. She needed to get away, to see her husband. Away from this… reality?
The window. The girl. Again, the window. Frothy flakes were nose-diving recklessly to the ground from the darkening, spinning sky. The ceiling was caving in. The floor opened up and the white roses in that vulgar vase smashed to the floor. That was the last thing she remembered.
When Mrs. Miller opened her eyes, the world was not spinning. It was, gray. Old furniture came into focus. She was in her apartment again. The room seemed so empty. She pitied the poor person who lived in this inconspicuous aquarium. She was no longer frightened. But curious and energized. She was no longer a gray fish in a tank. But, a trusting woman: Miriam Miller. That reminded her. She got excited when she saw the white dress. “So, you decided to come back early, did you?”
She just gaped at this young girl reaching over to a brown table to eat some candied cherries. Everything seemed right. The cherries looked scrumptious. The snow seemed brighter, she imagined children playing with it outside, despite frustrated mother’s calls. Mrs. Miller wanted to play with them. She smiled now as she noticed the vase and wondered if Miriam had broken it. Life couldn’t be full of questions. She had to be the one with answers now.
Mrs. Miller had trusted herself now. Understood what had to be done. She would have to decide for herself. No more questions.
The woman wanted to desperately open her mouth and scream at the girl and thank her for all the pain she had brought her. Thank her?
“You’re welcome.” Said Miriam.
So is she dead? Or alive? I don't really understand. I kind of saw a definite ending in Miriam, that Miriam was the angel of death, and Mrs. Miller had died. The ending, with the drawer opening and closing, that was her heart beat. It was like a heart attack, and the part where she stiffened and stared with unseeing eyes, that was her dead body.
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