Realism

This story explains the feeling the author had after her husband died. The author was alone in her room to think about how her new life was going to be. This story is based on realism because it describes every single detail; it tells where she was sitting at, what the weather was like outside, and it explained her feelings as she sat up there and thought about life. "There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul. She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window."

She felt a new freedom and actually felt excited about how her new life going to be without her husband. "She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome." It just shows how women were unappreciated in those times. She felt like an animal in a cage, she felt as if she never got to live life to the fullest with her husband in the picture. Although she’s sad that her soul mate is dead, she’s delighted at the thought of her being on her own for the rest of her years. She thinks she will be able to finally live her life how she wanted to without someone telling her what’s right or wrong.

This author explains his life as a slave and he tells the reader how being a slave broke him from his manhood. He had no problem with working but it was a certain slave master that just took things to the extreme at all times. The slave master was very inconsiderate of the author and the other slaves’ well being. " I was made to drink the bitterest dregs of slavery, that time was during the first six months of my stay with Mr. [Edward] Covey. We were worked in all weathers. It was never too hot or too cold; it could never rain, blow, hail, or snow too hard for us to work in the field. Work, work, work was scarcely more the order of the day than of the night. The longest days were too short for him, and the shortest nights too long for him".

He describes the pain he endured physically and emotionally he explained how his pride was the first to leave him. "Mr. Covey succeeded in breaking me. I was broken in body, soul, and spirit. My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!"

This story describes realism, because the author provides every single detail. He explained how his body appeared once he arrived at his owners house to complain about his slave master. He explains how he no longer can take being treated like trash, and so he vowed to defend himself. He said if any master tried to succeed in whipping him, then they will have to succeed in killing him also. "From the crown of my head to my feet, I was covered with blood. My hair was all clotted with dust and blood, my shirt was stiff with briers and thorns, and were also covered with blood. I supposed I looked like a man who had escaped a den of wild beasts, and barely escaped them." He was determined to find his pride back.

They right I'm reciting my life
I was there no matter what
Through sirens on a silent night
Cold Sundays slow Mondays
Hot Friday nights
Tuesdays, Thursdays serving whether or not they ride tonight
On peaceful days
Hostful evenings even violent nights
Chip on my shoulder
Hold a grudge cause you can die tonight
I swear you people had no idea what my life was like
The bright lights
And a half a million just to grab the Mic----

Those lyrics are from my favorite artist, T.I., I think this song reflects realism to the fullest, because he’s showing how his life was like. He explains how no matter what was going on he was out there in the streets giving his clients what they needed; he was a drug-dealer before he became a rapper, and no matter what situation came up whenever he was needed he was there. He states that people have no idea what his life was like so in actuality no one can’t judge him, nor tell him he was wrong because that’s all he knew.