The Goblin Wood

Author's note: I wrote this as a response to the point of view used in the goblin wood. I am hoping to get a 9 in point of view with this.

In the book “The Goblin Wood” Scenes take place in the viewpoint of either Makenna or Tobin. This affects the overall mindset of the reader because you are only getting two opinions on everything and Tobin starts out on one side but soon starts to think differently. In the scene where Tobin first meets Makenna he looks at her and thinks at first that she couldn’t be that Sorceress he was meant to kill but instead thinks she is misguided because she looks nothing like the type of person he was expecting. Some of the same ideals carry over to Makenna because at first she thinks he is a mercenary but then because he wore a knights armor and was alone she thought he was a lordling, then when she saw his horse she thought it odd that he was there at all because he looked like a knight and knights usually came in groups with seven priests to help them. All of this is what the reader is able to get from these two chapters in two different viewpoints happening at the same time in practically the same place but from two entirely different people.

A Kind Heart

Author's note: This is a sequel to my DWA. I might be doing a whole series if i have the time. This is also in the same text style as my DWA. Enjoy.

Later that night, Rose had fallen asleep on her couch reading "Dead Men tell no Lies". Most of the candles in her small living room had been blown out, but slumber overcame the woman before she could safely put them out. At almost the same time Eridan arrived at the house and started to turn away but he smelled smoke coming from inside the house. Rose Lalonde stayed sound asleep, until she felt a searing pain in her left hand. She jolted awake to find that her book was on fire, and so were her curtains. The flame traveled at light speed around, and sealed off her only exit. Rose was trapped. Eridan was just about to knock on the door when he saw a fire through the window in the door. He grabbed the closest rock and smashed the window to unlock the door. Rose stood and panicked, sweat dripping down her brow. The loud crash made her scream uncharacteristically and cover her head, unable to see the man through the thick smoke. Eridan had the door opened and saw the girl cowering in the room. He quickly picked her up and carried her out of the house and then tried to coerce her into saying if there was anyone else in the house. Rose shook her head no, eyes wide and brimming with tears. She gazed at her house and a single tear trickled down her cheek. All that was left of her memory of her mother was in that very house. She had just lost everything she knew.

Eridan quickly started to pick up snow and throw it at the house in order to put the fire out. He was able to retrieve only a few items before it start to collapse."Are you okay?" "I-I'm fine..." she managed to sputter.

Rose's eyes were wide, full of tears, but now had a dead sense to them. She just lost her home; her mother's memories, her childhood memories, and everything she had. Of course she wasn't okay. Eridan looked at her and then started to root through the rubble for anything that had survived the fire. The blond, her once clean hair covered in ash that spread over her face as well, stood with shaking legs and buckling knees. If she couldn't stay calm, she would burst out into loud wails. It would be the first time she would have cried since the day her mother died, five years ago, and she didn't want to do that in front of a stranger. But she did. Rose Lalonde cried like she had never before and dropped to her knees, wiping her eyes with her wrists and smearing soot over her cheeks. Eridan turned to look at the blond and as he did he tripped over something. When he picked it up he found that it was a chest of sorts. He saw that the fire had burned through the lock and now it was unlocked. He opened the chest and saw a few scrapbooks among other things as well as a beautiful pendant and scarf. He brought both items to the women and put them on her. When he was putting on the pendant it opened to reveal a different women and a very small folded note.

 Lalonde ceased her sobs and looked down at the scarf and pendant, then back up to this man. "What...What is your name?" she asked her purple eyes wide.

 "Eridan Ampora. And may I ask wwhat yours is?"

 Before she could answer his question, she mumbled, "Thank you, Eridan Ampora. Thank you so much..." Rose gripped the scarf in one hand and the pendant in the other, sealing away the picture and note, until her knuckles went white. She began to sob some more, but quieter and with a brighter intention.

 Eridan saw the burn mark on her hand. "I am going to havve take you to the hospital to get your hand looked at."

 The sear was red compared to her pale hand, and she nodded. It hurt alone, and Rose believed that she made it worse by clutching it. "Thank you..."

 Eridan gently picked her up wedding style and started to hurry to the hospital. "May I ask once more wwhat your name is?"

 "R-Rose Lalonde...” she stuttered. Her leg was hurting some too; was that also burned?

Eridan looked down on the beauty and saw that there were a few bruises on her leg. "Wwell Ms. Lalonde I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Did you knoww you havve some bruises on your leg." Rose looked at her leg best she could, what with Eridan's arm in the crook of her knee, but could indeed see some discoloration.

 "I guess that explains the pain.” she said, trying to force a smile.

Eridan couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful face. He was truly transfixed. All of a sudden he remembered the picture he had in his back pocket. "Wwho wwas the wwoman in the picture?"

 Miss Lalonde's eyes grew sad, and she frowned once more. "That...was my mother. S-She died when I was thirteen...”

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you sad" Eridan was very nervous because he seemed to be starting to like this girl more and more.

"No, you didn't. I can assure you, she was never a good mother. She was a heavy drinker and...Wait, I'm sorry, where have my manners gone? Here you are carrying me and I'm telling you about my dead mother." Rose apologized and had a pained smile on her face. Eridan was very much a gentleman, though he did cut himself. Was there such a thing as a gentle machinist? Apparently, this man was living proof.  Eridan saw Rose strain a smile and he thought what she would look like with an actual smile full of happiness. From that moment on he felt as though he wanted to protect her, help her, and no matter what the cost make her happy. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Rose saw the hospital coming into view, and realized just how far Eridan ran.

"Please, you don't have to do this, I can walk. Really...this is too much trouble." she said quietly.

 "It's okay, really it is. If you need any help I wwill help you." Eridan knew he meant it. When he got to the hospital he turned and pushed with his back through the door and proceeded to try and get the help of a nurse. When he did he explained everything about the fire. When he made sure she was okay and safe he ran back to the house to get the chest and bring it to her.

"Lottery" Response

This is a response to irony in "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson.  In this story a town is called to a lottery where the men must pick for their family and then whoever's family is picked the women of that family pick a lotto and then whoever picks the black dot is then stoned to death by the community.

Some ironic points to this story are that the boys are gathering a pile of stones that will be used to kill someone, and yet they are doing it with happy faces and joyous hearts. Another ironic point is that Tessie Hutchinson arrives late because she realized it was the day of the lottery and she is the one that gets killed, ironic because if she had forgotten about the lottery she would not have picked the black and died.

 One big ironic point is the Lottery itself. usually lotteries are held for prizes and if you win it is a good thing because then you can get things like cars, Lots of money, or even a house, But in this lottery if you win you get stoned to death

DWA

Author's note: I started this after getting the idea for this pairing from my friends. I might do another installment if I have the time and i am inspired enough. The different colors are to help keep the Point Of Views seperate. Pink is Rose and Purple is Eridan.

 

 Rose Lalonde wandered down the snowy streets, most of the tall street lamps burnt out. She had her scarf up to her chin but anyone could still see the breath in the chilled air. It was late, and Rose wanted nothing more than to get home and curl up with a book. All alone Eridan Ampora walked down the alley. He was sad at his breakup with his best friend. He slowly walked down the alleyway and took out a knife. he slowly proceeded to cut himself  Young Rose would have walked past the alleyway, had she not heard a silent sobbing from the dark corridors. She stopped and peered down the way.  Eridan all of a sudden heard footsteps behind him and turned around to face whoever it was.

Rose took a sharp breath, hesitating before she said, "Hello?” Eridan looks at the newcomer and says "Sorry to disturb you I wwill go somewwhere else.” Miss Lalonde steps towards him with timid steps. "You don't have to go anywhere, but put that blade away." 

Eridan proceeded to step backwards while asking the newcomer "Wwhy do you act so caring to a stranger?" "Don't be afraid of me. Please, I can help.." the platinum blond trailed off in her sentence; was this man dangerous? 

"No you can't, no one can right noww." he was still wondering why the newcomer cared. "I'm sure I can. I can get those wounds of yours fixed, would you like that? Please, I just want to help." Rose Lalonde extended her hand out to the man, less hesitantly than her footsteps hand been. Eridan took a few quick steps back. 

"Wwhy do you care so much?" "Why shouldn't I? If you saw a man bleeding in an alleyway, would you turn the blind eye youself?" She asked, pulling her scarf past her lips. It was cold already, and the brisk air was getting colder. 

"I guess I wwould try to help, but most people wwould havve givven up right noww so wwhy havven't you?" Eridan is beginning if any of his friends asked her to find him. Eridan starts to feel a chill as the temperature begins to drop. 

"You might wwant to head home. It is going to get really cold soon" "And do you have anywhere to stay? A safe place?" she asked, oddly concerned for this stranger. 

Eridan wants to tell the truth but instead lies " Yes my house is nearby so i wwill just head home noww. Thank you for your concern." 

Rose pursed her lips, seeing through his fib. She took a paper and pen from her bag and wrote her address, handing it into the man's shivering hands."Stop by, if anything goes wrong." 

Eridan is shocked by the gentle and kind heart of the lady. " Thank you I wwill keep it in mind if the temperature does drop too drastically. I hope you havve a nice day." "Likewise." The man's words "if the temperature drops" confirmed her suspicious that this person indeed had no place to go. "Goodnight." she said, walking back off into the open night. Eridan is still utterly shocked by the ladies kindness and drops the knife it drops to the ground with a muted clang.

Window

I haven't been washed for over a year now, the grime and filth have built up so much I have blended in with the walls around me. The family has neglected me for so long, I feel as if I might become part of the wall. I keep crying out to them to wash me but it is like my pleas fall on nothing but air. I have conversed with the walls about this problem and asked them to help but still the humans notice nothing. Every time I see them walk into the room with cleaning supplies my spirits lift, but they never seem to clean me, just the floors and tables. Several times I have seen different humans come through in groups. They are a usually younger humans who start to trash the house. Always after they leave the humans clean up the house so I always hope that they clean me as well but it never seems to happen. In the past few days though I have seen more and more humans come in and look around. Most every day I hear the sounds of cars, today I heard the sound of some type of huge truck. I don't know what is going on but the humans took everything out of the house. A pair of new humans came walking in with cleaning supplies, I hope this is the day I finally get cleaned.