When reflecting on the day and then writing this story‚ I discovered that although we were together as a family for the entire day‚ at the same time‚ we were separated by an invisible wall created by technology that took us away from being in the moment with each other. This was the exact message my dad was trying to get across in his hour-long lecture. I won’t give the exact play by play of his entire lecture‚ but it started out as him telling me how “bratty” and selfish I had been toward the family
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Prolugue I’m Charlette‚ but most people call me Charle. This is my story. The story about a girl‚ just a girl. No magically fairies or wizards‚ no queens or kings and nothing different from the world you live in now‚ yet some people might find this fassinating for reasons unknown. I’m a normal girl‚ well as normal as a 14 year old girl gets. My brown eyes and brown hair blend with a crowd and my average height and weight don’t stand out. I don’t really work to hard with my grades‚ so they are
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where I was. When she finally stop talking to catch her breath I told her I was coming home. I went down the slide and walked towards my car. As I drove home I passed by the same bridge and remembered about being in conflict with my emotion doing that short time. But just like before I forgot all about it once I passed under it. When I finally walked inside the house which was greeted by yelling from my mother‚ I had an
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Nevertheless‚ as we kept talking I could only listen in fascination‚ our lives seemed so similar to each others. Our conversations were long‚ and laughter filled. We talked about our family and personal lives. We both became pretty close over the short amount of time that we had been talking. When it came to a more in depth conversation about of family‚ we both fell silent. “I used to have a father and mother‚ but they aren’t in the picture now” she explained as her eyes slowly teared up. After
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Theme and Narrative Elements of a Short Story Racheal Cearney ENG 125: Introduction to Literature William Smith 6/17/2011 The short story I choose to write about is in chapter 7 ‘’Little Red Riding Hood’’ The story revolves is based on a girl named Little Red Riding Hood‚ after her mom had made her a little red hooded or cape the village people had start calling her that. In the story little red mom had ask her to go over her grandma house to check up on her. Little Red walks
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Here’s a story of woe within the royal family of our beloved Thebes. Our story begins when a battle breaks out or more like a war between brothers‚ who fought to be the king of Thebes. The war consisted of bloodshed in which sent many people to Hades‚ the god of the dead and the king of the underworld. Among the battling men was the god who bends and breaks the battle-line‚ Ares the god of war. But the war ended and Oedipus’ children’s uncle Creon became king. Later on when the sisters‚ Antigone
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Jumping up and down the little girl laughed her light brown hair swing from side to side in sink with her white fluffy dress. the little girl giggled as large hands reached down and picked her up “You have gotten so big!” a man said that looked very similar to her “Daddy i’m flying!” the little girl said with excitement reaching her arms out in front of her making a superman pose “And here comes super Grace!” the man says laughing as he spins her around “Now no need to be rough with her jack.” a
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that Takeo said because they are kids that are bullying me Mom said well the reason why your getting bully is because you show weakness to other people that’s why So i just need to show that i’m strong said Takeo Yes said mom here let me tell u a story on how i met your dad it was when he was high schooler like you it was when this guy was trying to ask me out and i said no but he just kept on coming and asking me out and i kept saying no until he tried to kidnap me but your father saw what was happening
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formulated‚ grazing the grade 1 seven stripes that were sewn on. Stripes of courage‚ rank and acknowledgement. *** My father slowly wiped down the Lee-Enfield while I filled up the metal canteen. “Father‚ is it going to hurt the rabbit?” He let out a short laughter‚ finished with a smirk and a smile offering me to polish the .303 that he was wiping. “Come on son‚ if you have a mind as weak as that‚ you won’t make it past a private.” *** Taking a sip from the warm scented cup‚ the cross dangled down
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structures that build a strong story. The five elements of a story are character‚ figure of speech‚ form‚ theme‚ and symbolism. Insight is ability to see clearly or intuitively in the elements of a story and the story itself. Both “The Tiger‚” by Erick Gentry‚ and “A Lesson in Discipline‚” by Teresa Foley‚ are short stories which contain these elements which each influence the insight that the reader develops. The insights I have gained insights I have attained from these two stories are that I must not assume
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