In D.H. Lawrence’s The Rocking-Horse Winner and the Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery are different stories about different topics but have a similar ending. Each story teaches a lesson. If everyone where to sit down and read both of these short stories in a critical manner people’s lives would be changed for the better.
The Lottery is a short story, third-person, objective. In short the citizens of this New England village gather at 10:00 AM on June 27 in the town square where the surrounding gives us a sense of a nonchalant attitude with children playing and adults chatting. Mr. Summers arrives with the black wooden box. He calls each family and the person chosen for that family goes to …show more content…
The story takes place in England a few years after the First World War. It starts by describing a woman of great beauty that has no luck. It then goes to explain the living situation that caused Paul to acquire his obsession to save his mother. Paul goes behind his mother’s back and gets involved with horse races. He would place large bets on horses that he knows will win and smaller one when he was not sure. After some time his mother starts getting worried that something is going on with Paul and she becomes uneasy. She goes home to find her son in a trance riding his rocking horse. He gets the name of the horse that will win the upcoming race and winds up winning a lot of money to save his family from debt and in turn losing his …show more content…
This is demonstrated in the way the parents live. They live above their means with the nice house, servants, the attendance of plays, and the care of the children by a nurse. The mother is showing that outward appearance toward others is more important than anything else. People see the mother as a loving and devoted mother, but in reality she is just putting on a show because she is not able to love them. Others see the family as wealthy, but in reality they are living with multitude of debt where money is very hard to come by. This is portrayed in the house’s repeating whispers of “There must be more