briefly brush away the hair curled up on my face as I was called to take a break‚ but I didn’t want to stop‚ really. I was in the zone. I sat down and loosened up for the first time since rush hour. Once again‚ I adjusted my one-size-too-large hat. After my thirty minutes were up‚ I came back to my position. I wasn’t supposed to be here‚ but here I was: handing out orders at the drive-thru for Bridgeville’s very own McDonald’s. Sometimes‚ I would think about what would’ve happened if I were not rejected
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“Doing some thinking.” “About what?” “Do you…have any siblings? Or rather‚ have you ever lost someone important to you?” The room grows eerily quiet and Nero begins to think that Avilio had fallen asleep‚ but the other finally replies after a long silence. “No.” After that‚ Nero doesn’t know what to say and falls into a deep sleep‚ completely unaware of the fact that Avilio lay awake with cold‚ dark
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stood on a small dirt path that sliced through the woods. The trail seemed well traveled and the thousands of feet compacted it. In the trees above (OADJ)‚ insects buzzed and birds chirped. The barn we we came in was now a homey mud brick building. After seeing the serene and peaceful area‚ a warm wave of calm spread over me. Out of the woods to my left‚ a small party of native Vernans stepped into the clearing. The man who
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Loss is often sudden and painful‚ like a kick to the gut‚ but the pain eventually fades leaving you with only a memory of the past. Sometimes‚ though‚ it is not a kick. It is a rusty razor gash that opens up your belly leaving you desperately trying to stuff slippery innards back into a yawning wound. Even when it heals there remains a jagged scar and a dull ache as lingering reminders of what has been lost. I once counted Professor Gregor Szaranev as a close friend. I suppose I still do even though
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French?” asked Lisa with eyes of expectation and excitement. “Actually‚ I was part of the German Army‚” replied Gunther. Lisa’s face after hearing this became serious. “Oh! So you were a Nazi” - said Lisa in an angry tone. “Now‚ hold your horses´‚ little girl. Do you think all men who were
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IGCSE SYLLABUS 0476 IGCSE SYLLABUS 0486 O LEVEL SYLLABUS 2010 STORIES OF OURSELVES: THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE INTERNATIONAL EXAMINATIONS ANTHOLOGY OF SHORT STORIES IN ENGLISH NOTES FOR TEACHERS on the short stories set for examination in June and November Years 2013‚ 2014‚ 2015 * © University of Cambridge International Examinations [ * NOTE: There are separate documents about the different selections of stories set for examination in years 2007- 2009 and 2010-2012.] CONTENTS Introduction:
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The feeling to get my morning started got me to roll out of bed. As I was walking downstairs‚ the sickness made me feel like a zombie. My dad told me to go get dressed‚ and I was thinking to myself‚ doesn’t he know I feel like I just ran for twenty four hours straight? Following his directions‚ I dragged myself upstairs. The clothes that I was putting on made me feel like I was
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This is a story about loss‚ about being different‚ and about the world’s many evils. This story will fable heroes who learn to summon unwavering courage in times of unimaginable adversity. This is a story about sacrifice and the willingness to oppose bitterness and hatred in honor of the greater good. This story will highlight the devastation that corrupt governments leave in their wake. The characters in this story will undergo tests‚ trials‚ and imperfections that may seem large scale‚ but ultimately
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It was another day in the city I love. Baltimore. Like any other resplendent city in all of the states. Baltimore has been my only home for years. However‚ today in Baltimore something felt different. “Ahhh…‚” I yawned and moaned as I tried to free myself from my bed sheets. I opened the shutters of the windows to look outside the early sunlight began to creep out as all livelihood of the distant inner city began to awake. “Will‚ it is time to wake up‚” shouted Will’s mother above the staircases
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Kara Howland October 10‚ 2002 M‚R‚F-10am "VANKA" After reading the story entitled Vanka I was both amused and saddened. Vanka was a poor orphan child who was obviously quite desperate due to the miserable conditions of his life. The child Vanka is reaching out in desperation to his grandfather much like any individual might reach out to a higher authority that he or she believes in with great faith and hope. As is often the case in seemingly hopeless situations‚ people will promise things
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