Whats Your Mood?

In the novel Treasue Island, written by Robert Louis Stevenson, mood is a major factor and roll for the plot and development of the story. He portrayed mood through the characters actions, their words, and by using in depth detail to entice you and give you a greater idea of how the story is progressing.

Mood is a very important part of any piece of work, whether it is books movies or plays. Mood tells the audience what to feel when dwelling in a piece of literature. It shows how characters feel and it gives you ideas of how the books final outcome may be. Mood allows for more enthralling works, with more mood people become infatuated with the work and they just can’t leave it, they want to learn more of what is going on and why these characters are acting in such manors that create these moods.

Through the actions of characters mood can be created, with things as simple as someone walking away. In the novel Jim Hawkins is fearful and a bit uneasy when Billy Bones enters his inn. Through this fear and unwariness you can tell that the mood is a little frightful and that unexpected things will occur. Although he was fearful of Billy he soon began to get acquainted with him after he stayed with the Admiral Benbow Inn. When the black spot appeared on Billy Bones both him and Jim were very fearful knowing something was going to happen, the mood quickly swung from being friendly and joyous to fear. When he takes Billy’s possessions the mood alters again to a more adventurous and even mischievous tone. The feeling of suspense as Jim is running from the pirates keeps you reading more this entices you to want to keep reading because it’s suspenseful. When he his hiding in the woods and he witnesses Long John silvers attack against his crewmen Tom he begins to fear Silver and of what might become of him as well. Then he begins to run through the forest intensifying the feeling of escape and the want of safety until he runs into Benn Gun.

siddhartha comes to america

I was waiting patiently outside of my house when finally the helicopter slowly descended down with a loud roar and landed down on the ground, Siddhartha had stepped out slowly. After our usual greetings Siddhartha and I began our adventures for the day. Our first stop was at a rave party in an underground club. We climbed back into the helicopter as its propellers whirled and we began to take flight once again. After about a couple hours of flight we landed down in Hong Kong. Siddhartha and I walked the crowded streets of hustling business people as we searched for the club waiting for dawn to approach. The sun began to set with a vibrant array of colors in the sky when we had finally found it. We went into a warehouse then took an elevator down, as the doors began to slide open Siddhartha’s eyes just lit up. The pounding music causing his whole body to vibrate, the florescent lights flashing everywhere, the people dancing on the floor sweating, glowing with accessories they had brought. He hastily went into the crowd and began to dance with the others. Soon a circle had formed around him as everyone cheered for him, letting him feel the rush of excitement flow through him like a river, the adrenaline pumping into him making him want more and more. Eventually he had worn himself out and walked over to the bar to relax with a crowd of admirers following him. Some of them had bought him a drink, although he was a little hesitant about it he still gave it a try so he could bask in the live for the moment. He was drinking and laughing with his new friends having a great time. Around 4 in the morning Siddhartha approached ready to leave so that he could go home and relax. “That was a ton of fun, thanks so much for allowing me to partake in this event with you”. I looked at him and just chuckled as we started to exit the building finding a nearby hotel and just rented a room and slept the day away.

We awoke the next morning as the sun shone brightly through the window with a gentle heat from its rays. We both yawned as we rose up and got ready for the day. After a morning of feasting upon scrumptious breakfast foods we headed out to the helicopter again. We stepped in and began flying searching for a nice place to relax and reminisce about the day. We found a nice spring water lake on top of a calm mountain. We began to descend once again landing next to the lake. We leaped off of the helicopter and began walking around the soft mosey ground of the mountain until we had found the right spot.
He spotted a nice place to sit and he began to meditate next to the lake and I lay down beside him looking up at the skies. The clouds that day were very wispy and gently floated across the blue sky. There was a soft wind blowing in our faces keeping us cool as the suns rays beamed down on us. He breathed deeply taking in the fresh mountain air, the gentle sent of grass, moss, and water aroused his nose as he breathed. As he breathed he thought to himself “what and amazing place to find ones self, I wish I had found this place earlier so that I may have had a more diverse and enriching place in which to meditate upon” The soft chirps of birds over head filled our ears, water gently trickling down the rocky mountain side. He basked in the glory of the beauteous landscape that peered over the mountain. He winced open his eyes looking around at the environment that is surrounding him. He was overwhelmed with the extravagant array of everything that was before him.

As he sat there he began to remember the time he had at the rave the night before. It reminded him of the time that he had gone to the city and drank and gambled before. He remembered the fun that he had last night and the joy he felt while dancing and drinking with all the people. He then began to think about now, how calm and serene he is feeling. The cool relaxing scenery that surrounded him, engulfing him within its wonderment. He kept thinking to himself which he was more enthralled with, the joys and pleasures of the city, being with friends going out and just enjoying life living it up, or is it the tranquil mountain top that allowed him to see life how it truly is, to observe it and all its interesting and intriguing ways of life.

A New Beggining for New Friends

The Bean Trees, Taylor
Things Fall Apart, Okonkwo
Okonkwo's Village

It was a normal day for Okonkwo, it started off as any other day would have. He was in his field working on the harvest to support his family. Beads of sweat roll down his face as he works tirelessly for hours on end. While working he hears the feint cry of a baby. Okonkwo tries to ignore it but soon the noise becomes louder and wont stop. Eventually he follows the noise to see a girl walking on the rocky dirt path with a baby in her arms her head down focused on trying to comfort the child. Okonkwo looks at the women a bit befuddled and ask hers “Why are you not at your home talking care of the child and preparing the meal for your family?”

The women looks up at him with a tired and sincere face “I am not married nor do I live anywhere, I’ve been traveling for the past month” she takes a step back from the strange man just to insure her safety and that of the Childs.

Okonkwo approaches her slowly and wraps his arm around her shoulder and begins walking “Well don’t worry you can come live with my tribe, you may not be from here but we cannot let a lone women be struggling by herself with a child” He leads her back to the village and puts her in an extra hut he had been using for storage. He cleared it out for her so she may have a decent place to live “You will reside here from now on and as far as the villagers know you are another one of my wives” He leaves her with some rations and extra clothing some of his other wives have offered and strides out of the house to begin work again.

While Okonkwo is out working on the field Taylor explores the house getting used to it and knowing where everything lies, she then decides to go around the village to know the people a little more. She put the baby to sleep and began her adventure in the village. Few people even gave her a second glance because they believed her to be an outsider and did not want to even acknowledge her existance. Once done with walking around the village, discouraged by the reactions of the villages, she heads back home to rest. To her surprise when she arrived home Okonkwo was waiting for her, patiently.

“Where have you been?” he bellows. Taylor cowers a little but manages to relax and calm down and looks at him studying him for a moment, noticing the ferocity in his eyes that mask the caring side of him that was worried.

“I was in the town getting to know the area, I figured if I was going to be residing here that I should at least get to know the village” she responds softly trying to ease his mind so he wouldn’t be so worried about her. She walks over to the baby to check on it noticing it was still asleep and she picks it up to cradle it in her arms.

“You are a women in this village now, you are to stay home and take care of the children and to have the food prepared upon my arrival back home” still slightly frustrated with her ignorance for the villages ways he spends the next week to teach her how a women should behave. She was a quick learner and soon became just like the other women of the tribe, the village came to know her as one of their own and began to treat her as such instead of shunning her like they had previously been doing. Okonkwo and Taylor soon began living their lives normally as husband and wife as if they have been married for a long time.

Years later when Taylors daughter grew up she was allowed to leave the house and mingle with the other children of the tribe. She was allowed to roam freely and enjoy her life lucky that Taylor and Okonkwo had met so that she may have residence to live in and a man who could support her and her mother. Their lives presumed normally as if they have been there their entire lives. Okonkwo kept working in his fields striving to be the best he could and Taylor lived happily in the village taking care of her child and becoming one of the villagers.