Kevin Yuan 2014年10月16日 “What the hell you looking at mate? Have we ever met before? You started this! ” An outrageous yell from the liquor store passed all the way across the street. Jimmy is trying to pick up a fight with a boy half the size of his and not even one fourth the age of his. Jimmy lacks patience and gets mad very easily. He is turning 69 next Saturday and he is still a mad man as he had always been. Jimmy lives in a shack by himself an hour away from the town. No one knows how long
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Short Story Rough Draft Natasha and her mother had never gotten along very well. They fought daily. The atmosphere in the house was always tense. It was no wonder that her mother was so sick. Everyone in the family knew of her condition. Well everyone but Natasha. A few months ago‚ Natasha was at a friend’s house and her mother had to go to the hospital. Apparently the stress from all the fighting over the years was making her sicker and sicker. When they had tried to tell Natasha‚
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9.1 Short Story – first draft When I was just a little girl I got lost at a flea market. I was holding hands with my dad – at least I thought it was my dad. But then I looked up and saw the totally unfamiliar face of an apparently very surprised man that has definitely not been my dad. That was the moment when I realized that I had lost my parents. I looked left‚ right‚ left again‚ over to the candy stand and even underneath a bench – of course they weren’t sitting there waiting for me. I breathed
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Rabindranath Tagore |Famous as |Poet and Author | |Born on |07 May 1861 | |Born in |Calcutta (Kolkata)‚ India | |Died on |07 August 1941
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him and prays that whenever the time comes‚ that she will be the first to go because she is weak and he is strong. Summary of “Little Red Riding Hood” This short story is the classic tale of a little girl in a red cloak going to take her ill grandmother some baked goods. This is the first known publication of Charles Perrault’s story. Little Red Riding Hood was loved by her mother and even more so by her grandmother‚ who made her a red hooded cloak to wear out and about. The little girl was on
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ENGLISH LITERATURE ASSIGNMENT 1 POEM ANALYSIS REASON FOR CHOOSING THIS POEM I choose this poem ‘if’ by Rudyard Kipling because when I read this poem it reminds me of when I was a little girl how it was difficult to grow up. This poem brings back memories. Back in that time‚ my family wasn’t a well-to-do family. It makes me remember how hard it is to do things on my own and it took me a very long time to be independent and start to mature. It also make me think how much farther
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Short Story: Danger Mouse Umpa Lumpa’s And Fickle Thoughts FOUR O’CLOCK! He said I could leave at four o’clock today. WANKER! Being my last day an all‚ I was promised on Monday that I could leave an hour early today‚ as a good will gesture‚ you know‚ thanks for all the hard work and all that; ten fucking years of hard work – and I get an hour. Well‚ it’s now just gone half three‚ and that jumped up‚ four eyed little Hitler wants me to attend a productivity meeting. I should have just told him where
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Short story – jealous Tina and Susan were best friend from primary school until now. Tina is a girl with pretty face‚ smart brain and she had a good interpersonal relationship. Susan is a girl that hard-working but dull. Tina was her only friend and the best friend. It seems that everything of Susan is better. Comparing cannot be avoided. ’What a good weather!’ Tina said. ’Then ‚ what can we do? I suggest...’ Susan answered. ’Wait‚ wait!You forget our biology SBA and
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Short Story There is one thing in my life that I cannot go a day without and that being my purse. My purse is much more important to me than a hauler of my things that gets carried along with me everywhere I go. It metaphorically carries my life in its silk lining. So on a frigid day in November while on vacation in New York‚ I made a horrible realization that I lost my purse. After realizing that I lost my purse I felt like a mother that just lost her child. All I could think about is that
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"...the pain of saying goodbye and moving on." Write a short story inspired by the above phrase. Bright lights. Clean walls. Clean floors. Pale uniforms. People rushing back and forth through the corridors. That nauseating smell that lingers in your nostrils for hours after you leave. Blood slipped down the left side of his face‚ dripping off his chin‚ slowly forming a tiny puddle between his legs. His hair was a mess‚ his clothes soaked - ragged in places where the medics had cut them to check
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