In my English class Composition II, we read six stories, which are Writing about What you don’t know, The Yellow Wallpaper, The Lottery, Redeployment, A Good man is hard to find and A bullet in the brain.
Blog post Introduction: In my blog post I am going to use three stories, which are A good man is hard to find, A bullet in the brain and The Lottery, to create a new short story using the genre of “Inter textual fiction”. Inevitable truth “death and violence” are the main theme of all above listed three stories. Violence is either created by guns and stones and the conflict is self vs society. Re-Genre Analysis: On Monday afternoon near around 3:00 pm, a PNC bank was robbed by three armed robbers and a person named Anders was shot to death. As bank is about to close, Anders insists to gatekeeper to open the door. When he get into line, he saw a lady teller closed her position. A dark complexion lady start standing in front of him start looking at teller with hatred and broke off their conversation. They warn all tellers not to hit the alarm, if they did they all be dead meat. A witness lady said, she heard “Oh, bravo,” Anders said “Dead meat”. He turned to witness woman in front of him. “Great script, eh?The stern, brass-knuckled poetry of the dangerous classes”. She told him “ Please be quiet”. But he didn’t listened me. The man with shotgun pushed a guard and handcuffed him. And other man ordered tellers to fill the hefty bags. A witness lady said, Anders said to her “ Justice is done”. Other man with shotgun said him to shut his mouth. But Anders said to her. “Did you hear that? Bright boy’. Right out of The Killers.” A man with shotgun said to him” What’s so funny, bright boy? You think I’m comical? You think I’m some kind of clown?”He just kept warning him, but Anders didn’t cooperate with his mouth. Then gunman lift pistol under from his chin and shot him at his right side of head. It exited from his right ear and shattered his right part of head. The gunman was Misfit along with his two other partners, Bobby Lee and Hiram, they were aloose from the federal pen. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock. In this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours. School was over for summer vacations and kids start collecting stones for the lottery which were conducted by Mr. Summer at the square. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained. But wooden chips were replaced by paper slips. This dark tradition is not about winning a money. It takes lives one life every year for prosperity of that village. The grandmother was there as well attending that event. Tessie Hutchinson won lottery this year. People of the village start throwing stones on her."It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her. They stoned her to death. After watching all that, it upsets grandmother and she returns to home. After watching this tradition, grandmother was still in shock. In order to refresh her mind and to forgot about yesterday's incident, next day grandmother insists his only son Bailey to go East Tennessee, instead of going to Florida because in newspaper article she read about an escaped convict Misfit progressing towards Florida. She did have a fear of death and being caught by misfit. Grandmother dressed up and wore a hat with flowers on it and hide her cat Pitty in a basket in a car. Eight year old son John Wesley, daughter June Star and wife of Bailey accompany him to a trip. Kids screamed and convince Bailey to get a dirt road to that house. At sudden grandma remember that house was in Tennessee and she pull his feet. As a result Bitty frighten Bailey and he loses his control on car. And car get stuck into ditch. One car with three armed men stops. Three men come out of it and one of them was shirtless and they all have guns. At sudden grandmother remembers him, said “Misfit”."Jesus!" the old lady cried. "You've got good blood! I know you wouldn't shoot a lady! I know you come from nice. Hiram and Bobby Lee returned from the woods and stood over the ditch, looking down at the grandmother who half sat and half lay in a puddle of blood with her legs crossed under her like a child's and her face smiling up at the cloudless sky.
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