George Led the way through the rusted gate that hung on only one hinge, whilst the other was left to pull away from the wooden fence it had been once attached to. George stood up and looked at the lugar on the ground its metal features glistened in the morning sun light.
Finally, Slim called George over. They sat in silence for a moment before the man spoke. I want you back at the bunkhouse this instant to get some rest. The sun had already left the valley to go climbing up the slopes of the Gabilan mountains, and the hilltops were rosy in the sun.
An hour or so passed before the door opened again this time it was Carlson he went over to his bunk and grabbed something and went out again. The deep green pool of the Salinas River was still. The deep green pool of the Salinas river glistened brightly in the sun light as all the men that worked on the ranch marched slowly back along the path, surround by the willows and the sycamore trees that arched over their heads.
He crept up behind George and leant on his shoulder. Carlson sat far from the rest of the guys, in the shadows of the tallest sycamore that curved over the edge of the river, its reflection darkened the water that Carlson could see his face in.
Crooks, eventually was accepted by the men that had worked on the ranch and Slim had made a man of himself, he met a woman in the town one day, they plan to get married soon.
To the other guys he seemed motionless and still but the tears streaming from his eyes facing the wall proved a different story. And the Salinas River trickled silently into the valley. The next morning the bunk was a bustle of activity. George sat up and went over to the table and dealt himself a solitaire hand and he slowly placed the cards down.
Slim followed close behind, kicking the gate back into place as it started to pull away more. I wanted to do it whilst the poor bastard was feeling happy, saddest thing I ever done.
As the evening wore on the bunk house grew darker and in the distance the clangs of horse shoes could be heard. He stared out over the water, pondering whatever horror haunted his mind.
If anyone hadda kill him, I wanted to make sure I did it. George knelt down by the waters edge and took a drink He knew that what must be done must be done.
The tall patch of weeds tangled round his ankles as he stomped through them. The guys that were already there stopped playing euchre and talking about the events of the past few days and lifted their heads to stare at him in silence, their eyes following him as he lay down on his bunk and curled into the wall, like Candy had done when his dog was shot.
George Stood by the porch and smiled to himself. But before he had time to pick up the firearm a when a horse came down into the valley.
George was back at the pool, staring at the water like it held his answers. Slim glanced over at George, then back at Carlson. Slim obviously heard him as he frowned, a worried look crossing his face, before he said, "if ya say so," then settled back down and was almost immediately asleep.
Was Lennie having a better time wherever he was now? Hope you like it! A few minutes later he was tip-toeing around the brush and he sat down and rested his head against the old ash pile and fell asleep he woke in the morning and realised what his body was next to, he squirmed the site of Lennie half rotting corpse.
Slim noticed and went over to sit down next to him. George threw the bag onto the van more aggressively than the previous times and glared at Candy. George sat straight up in his bed, panting, sweat running a glistening trail down his face.
George shot straight up in bed, panting and covered in sweat, his shirt sticking to him like a fly on fly paper. The wind whispered through the trees all the secrets that had been shared there.
My ideas of what happens after chapter 6 please read once you know the end Rated: Candy had passed away a year ago, peacefully in his sleep. His face was haggard, deep rifts and ridges carved into the weather-worn leather of his skin. Carlson had found him, in his bed, next to his dog. I got in trouble, so ya had to give me hell.
Try to be out there on time. The walk of the men along the dusty road held a silence between them that had continued since the funerals earlier in the day.
Only George was in the bunk house.Tags Short Stories Mice Men Short Chapter Seven Short Story Herro erryone! So, this is a creative writing task I had for English class as our novel study was 'Of Mice and Men' and my teacher said it was good so I decided to publish it here.
A/N: I don't own the characters or Of Mice and Men As stated in my journal entry, in my English class we read OMAM and we had to do a project on it. One of the options was writing a seventh chapter and I chose to do that and this is it.
Of Mice and Men: Chapter 7 Analysis The Dream "The deep green pool of the Salinas River was still in the late afternoon"(Steinbeck 99) "Already the sun had left the valley to go climbing up the slopes of the Gabilan mountains, and the hilltops were rosy in.
I had to write a chapter 7 for Of Mice and Men for English class, so I said, "What the heck," and decided to put it up here. Hope you like it!: *-: The deep green pool of the Salinas River was still.
How we cite the quotes: Citations follow this format: (ultimedescente.comaph) Though Steinbeck did not originally include chapter numbers with the text, most editions are.
Chapter 7 The sun casted a weary shadow over the ranch, the orange glow made the air seem slightly tense. As the evening wore on the bunk house grew darker and in the distance the clangs of horse shoes could be heard.Download