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The Yellow Wallpaper

  The Yellow Wallpaper   By Charlotte Perkins Gilman the deterioration of a woman's mental health while she is on a "rest cure" on a rented summer country estate with her family. Mental Illness and its Treatment. ... Gender Roles and Domestic Life. ... Outward Appearance vs. Inner life ... Self-Expression, Miscommunication, and Misunderstanding. "The Yellow Wall-Pepar" It is very rare that simple conventional individuals like John and myself secure tribal corridors for the late spring. A pioneer chateau, a genetic domain, I would agree that a spooky place, and arrive at the level of heartfelt felicity — yet that would ask a lot of destiny! Still I will gladly announce that something doesn't add up about it. Else, for what reason would it be advisable for it to be let so efficiently? Furthermore, why have stood for such a long time untenanted? John snickers at me, obviously, yet one anticipates that in marriage. John is commonsense in the limit. He has no per...

The Story Of An Hour - With A Twist

  The Story of An Hour Kate Chopin (1894) Short Thriller Story | English Story The Story Of An Hour: Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief h...