Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Literary Devices in Chapter 19-20


  • "Then I walk out and through the house and into the garage, which is dark and smells of gasoline and old grass clippings" (Lore 220).
  • "Various tools have rusted with disuse and hang on the Peg-Board walls. The truck sits in the center of the garage, covered with a large blue tarp that's coated with a thick layer of dust" (Lore 221).
  • "The truck is small, dark blue, room inside for only two people, or maybe a third if they don't mind an uncomfortable ride sitting in the center" (Lore 221).
  • "In the waning light I can see a river curling gently around that seems to cup the city, serving as the border to the east, south and west, and to the north lie hills and trees" (Lore 225).
  • "We stand looking up at the two-story house with gray vinyl siding. The front walk leads to an unpainted front porch with a broken swing hanging unevenly to the side. The grass is long and untended. It looks uninhabited, but there is a car in the driveway at the rear" (Lore 228).
  • "...just then a man walks out of the front door. He is huge, at least six feet six, two hundred fifty pounds. He has a goatee and his head is shaved. He's wearing work boots, blue jeans, and a black sweatshirt pulled up to his elbows. There is a tattoo on his right forearm, but I am too far away to see what it is. He spits into the yard, then turns around and locks the front door, walking off the porch and heading our way" (Lore 228).
  • "The windows are dark, each one covered with a white shade... There is a small concrete patio leading to a back door, which is locked... Overgrown weeds and bushes left over from summer" (Lore 230).
  • "The foul stench of dirty laundry covered in sweat that has never dried" (Lore 231).
  • "I hear somebody stand from a chair, the creak of footsteps on a hardwood floor approaching" (Lore 231).
  • "Glow-in-the-dark stars are stuck to the ceiling. They seem out of place, more like something belonging in a ten-year-old-girl's room" (Lore 233).
  • "The smell of mildew reaches my nose... The rafters are littered with cobwebs" (Lore 235).

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