It all started on a cool‚ fall morning. The bright blazing sun in my eyes awoke me. And the blanket wrapped around me like I’m a butterfly in a cocoon. The night before‚ my dad told me to stay home‚ because I felt like I was dipped in a lake‚ then left out without any warmth in the snow. My head spinning‚ my skin freezing‚ and my stomach turning inside out. 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
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When she knew Jerry had no mother‚ and he had no skates‚ she wonderland was pacing back and forth‚ staring at a picture she once took with Jerry up in the snowy cold mountains thinking‚ Why would Jerry lie to her? Didn’t he trust her enough to tell her the truth? In a serious thoughtful moment‚ something came in mind. “ he must of had a reason for him to lie to me”‚ She said. The next day she had cook Jerry’s favorite food. She had set the table with a white tablecloth with a vase of‚ dark orange
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character‚ and the one whom the reader sympathizes or in some way identifies with. This character is commonly “the good guy”. Antagonist: Usually the opponent of the main character‚ who in some way prevents or obstructs the protagonists goal in the story. This is often “the bad guy”. Types of characters: Flat: Not much is known about the character. Reader doesn’t usually see this characters thoughts or feelings. Character can be summed up in one or two sentences. Stereotype: a type of flat character
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Five Short Stories Alphonse Daudet The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction‚ Vol. XIII‚ Part 4. Selected by Charles William Eliot Copyright © 2001 Bartleby.com‚ Inc. Bibliographic Record Contents Biographical Note Criticisms and Interpretations I. By Henry James II. By George Pellissier 1. The Siege of Berlin 2. The Last Class—The Story of a Little Alsatian 3. The Child Spy 4. The Game of Billiards 5. The Bad Zouave Biographical Note ALPHONSE DAUDET was born at Nîmes in the
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friend Tido went to his house. Tido: Hey man what you been up to? Oz: Great man‚ how have you been? Tido: Pretty good‚ so I heard about this great party that we can go to. Oz: Sweet man well lets check it out. Tido: Alright‚ we can take my car. Since you don’t have one you loser! Oz: It’s not my fault I don’t
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and slipped under the weight of swollen pumpkins‚ and laughed as we carried them all the way back to the car. It was a noteworthy family outing and both girls had so much fun‚ it was worth the muddy trudging we had to do. Yes of course we could have just poofed the pumpkins to us‚ but they wanted to experience it in a human way. I just could not allow my muddy girls to climb up into the car like that‚ so we cleaned them and ourselves in the way of our people and headed for home.
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In limbo for hours until I finally decided to arise. Stretching and moving‚ waking my body up in preparation for the difficult day ahead. Physically my bones ached‚ creaking as I walked‚ like the floorboards of a forgotten home. Mentally I was lost‚ for I had nothing to say. I was a mime walking. What should someone do when the most important person in their life dies? Do you sit there‚ do you cry‚ do you ignore everyone? The funeral lasted for an hour and thirty-two minutes‚ from start to finish
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meet an old omnibus‚ anyway? We’ll still be conspicuous‚ it seems to me‚ leader most high.” “Stop your sarcastic whining‚ and hurry‚” Harry repeated authoritatively‚ magnetically‚ irresistibly. As they ran along the road towards their parked car‚ a green sedan‚ a policeman‚ wearing a gown decorated with stars and quarter moons‚ and eating a large‚ saucy pie‚ called out‚ “Stop! Why have you come from the Merlin Bank? Why are you running? I believe you are acting suspiciously. Stop‚ immediately
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BELONGING STORY(2) Coughing violently‚ I passed the glass pipe along to the young man beside me‚ who took a long drag before handing it on the next in the circle. I could feel the foul-tasting smoke tear down my throat and withstood the urge to vomit. The entire room was overflowing with a fetid haze; it grated against the back of my throat as though it were sandpaper. I fought to maintain my composure and appearance of serenity‚ but if anyone looked close enough they would easily be able to distinguish
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In Control In my sophomore year of high school‚ I remember a particular speech I had to deliver in my English class. It was just like any other‚ honestly. But this one‚ this specific one‚ gave me the greatest trouble. My irrational fear of public speaking consumed me and turned me against myself. I remember the mindset that I had for most of my sophomore year: me vs. them. That was how high school was. It was every man for himself. But never would I have ever thought that I was my own biggest obstacle
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