Short Story Sunday

The Story of an Hour: An Hour of A Woman’s Freedom

Freedom is being told, as a woman, that your husband is dead. You may have a fragile heart that any bad news could risk your health, but these bad news turn into good news. The power of given the chance at freedom is noticing the delicious breath of rain in the air. Or the patches of blue skies as the coursing blood relaxes every inch of your body. But then in an instant, the moment of freedom is taken away when your husband walks into that door, shattering your dreams.

The short story of The Story of An Hour, tells that story of a woman being told that her husband is dead and by a twist, her husband comes walking in the door very much alive. Written by feminist fiction writer, Kate Chopin writes this 10-minute read about the joy of being independent in an oppressive marriage.

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Before You Read This Short Story Keep These Two Questions In Mind:

How happy is the protagonist in her marriage?

From what does she actually die from in the end?


As stated in the beginning of the story, knowing that Mrs. Mallard has a sensitive heart, she is treated with care. Her sister kindly tells her about her husband’s death.

In the short story, it is said that her husband does care for her, but is it enough? When she is given these news she was shocked and disappointed. She wept with “wild abandonment,” and when the storm of grief had spent it’s time, she is left alone.

When Mrs. Mallard is left alone, she looks out the window and looks at the sky, smells the air, and starts to appreciate Mother Nature. This look onto the view of her window represents the look out to the opportunity and hope. Looking out the window symbolizes hope, and in this context, as a woman during this time period, Mrs. Millard starts to notice that hope of being free.

Mrs. Millard recognizes the freedom and whispers, “free, free, free!” She would live for her herself and even though she loved her husband, sometimes, love became an unsolved mystery. Mrs. Millard recognized freedom as the self as the strongest impulse of her being.

Until, shortly after Mrs. Mallard went down the stairs along with her sister, Brently Mallard was entering catting his grip-sack and umbrella. He was far away from the scene of the accident, and didn’t even know there was one.

Then, Mrs. Mallard died at the sight of her husband at the door. An hour of freedom, shattered, and killing her at her chance of freedom. Almost as if Mrs. Mallard died at the dream of freedom being taken away from her.

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease–of the joy that kills.  

The Joy That Kills

When the doctors said that she died of the joy that kills, what do you think that means?

The joy that kills could be the feminism movement. At the time that this was written, the feminist movement was a radical idea of giving women the rights as a man. It’s the idea of feminism that kills all the joy within that idea given that many men didn’t see the importance of giving women rights.

Mothers Day

Although the character in this short story isn’t a mother, I believe it’s important to talk about the dominance of men in relation to gender roles. In this short story, Mrs. Mallard is restrained for her independece and when she’s given it, she’s happy and starts to see the great things in life.

This mothers day, it’s important to talk about the ideas of feminism and how mothers are a product of this idea. If no mother is given the same rights as the father, then action must be taken. Mothers should never be stripped away from their chance at happiness.

Happy mothers day to all the mothers in the world. Another great Mothers Day short story is The Aged Mother, a Japanese folktale about an aged mother, saved by her son in a dystopian world where all old folks are ordered to be murdered.

Short Story Sunday

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?: Sunday Short Story Review

Author: Joyce Carol Oates
Release Date: 1966
Genres: General Fiction, Thriller
Themes: Loss of Innocence, Feminism, Sexuality, Violence
Word Count: 7000 words, 9 pages

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This twisted short story follows 15 year old white girl, Connie. Connie believes she’s pretty, is confident in the way she dresses and walks, and like any other fifteen year old, in midst of an adolescent rebellion. Three pages in, after a morning of laying in the sun, there’s a man, or a figure, or a spirit, outside trying to lure her. Connie has to make the decision to follow or to risk it all. In this 9 page short story, Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? is direct in telling a story and indirect in interpreting it.

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Connie couldn’t do a thing, her mind was all filled with trashy daydreams.

But all the boys fell back and dissolved into a single face that was not even a face but an idea, a feeling, mixed up with the urgent insistent pounding of the music and the humid night of July

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Short Story Sunday

The Aged Mother: A Folktale of Wisdom

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What is vulnerability? Google defines it as the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally. I define it as the governor of Shining.

Short Story Sunday

“The Yellow Wallpaper,” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman: How an Environment Invades the Mind

Let’s create a scenario inside your head. All you gotta do is respond to these questions inside your head.

Does your room have a wallpaper?

If YesIf No
Do you love that wallpaper? What would the perfect design of that wallpaper be?
If you answered yes: Lucky you! Not everybody has that luxury. Now move onto reading the rest of this table because these senarios are enough to spook the mind.

If answered no: Why don’t you love that wallpaper? Is it the patterns? Is it the colors? Have you done anything to get rid of it?
Now what if that idea of the perfect wallpaper wasn’t given to. What would you do?

What if you have to live in a room where you have the most ugliest wallpaper you’ve ever seen?

Now imagine living in 1892, as a white woman, diagnosed with temporary nervous depression, and having to be treated for a mental illness in a room with a bed nailed to the floor, a scratched floor, and this wallpaper in your

I don’t know about you, but this wallpaper is so ugly and terrifying that it would probably cause many nightmares. To me, this wallpaper looks terrifying because it’s damaged to the point that it tells a story. A story that I don’t want to know where those damages come from.

This short story tackles that idea.