"...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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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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was a cloudy summer day‚ the first week in June following my high school graduation. I was meeting my boyfriend and his family out on Shasta Lake who were enjoying the week on a houseboat. This would be the first time meeting all his aunts‚ uncles‚ grandparents‚ and cousins. I did not expect for the meeting to end up like this. Brandon‚ my boyfriend‚ and his younger cousin‚ Jake‚ picked me up at Packers Bay in the ski boat. It was a chilly morning and I was in shorts and tank top and had only my
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it’s brightly coloured leaves‚ making a ‘mosaic of leaves’ carpet below that‚ a few years back‚ I would have happily rolled around in. “Ashley.” “Yeah?” I said‚ turning down my music and sliding off my bed. “Ashley!” “Yes Mum! What?” I padded down the thickly carpeted stairs‚ along the hall and into the kitchen where my mother was standing‚ hands on hips and forehead creased. “Why couldn’t you just reply the first time I call you?” She asked‚ dark eyes flicking up to meet my own for a fleeting moment
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Superannuated retired because of age or infirmity. Unnerving make someone lose courage or confidence. Veneer Covering something with a nice piece of wood About the Author: Bill Bryson’s a popular travel writer whose hiking stories combine human interest with a sense of interest and humor. Bryson has spent more than 20 years in England‚ touring the countryside and writing bestselling books. In 1995‚ Bryson returned the the UAS in New Hampshire near the appalachian trail. Comprehension Questions: 1. What have Bill Bryson and Stephen Katz set out to do
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floor towards the dresser‚ dreading what Soph‚ Liv‚ and Lex had planned for me that day. Were they going to make fun of my clothes‚ “accidentally” spill food in my hair‚ or even worse‚ make fun of me not having a dad anymore… again? Losing him four years ago when I was ten was bad enough for me‚ but the bullying from the girls made it unbearable. Every day I would pray‚ hoping that one day the torture would end‚ and I could finally be happy. I threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie and combed my tangled
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“Hills Like White Elephants” calls to mind the “A Game of Chess” section of T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land (1922); like Eliot’s masterpiece‚ Hemingway’s story deals with the sterility and vacuity of the modern world. The boredom of the man and the desperation of the girl reveal the emptiness of the postwar generation and the crucial necessity of taking responsibility for the quality of one’s own life. Hemingway’s characters seem to live in a world without a God‚ without traditions or clear and established
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the ocean where a sail boat leisurely floated. A pirate‚ named Nabarun who is the captain of his own boat‚ along with his friend Paandu were sailing on the coast of Vancouver. Nabarun and Paandu had come from India and had been best friends for 10 years; they had big dreams of travelling the world together because Nabarun was a pirate and owned his own sail boat which made it easier for them to travel and see family on the other side of the world. They had set out an adventure along with their pets
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In the story‚ “The Lottery‚” by Shirley Jackson‚ the only point of view used by the author is the dramatic or objective point of view. In this point of view‚ the narrator is an unidentified speaker who reports things in great detail‚ even though the narrator does not play a role in the story. By using such point of view‚ Jackson builds an aura of uncertainty that endures until the dramatic ending of the story. From the beginning of the story‚ the knowledge about the lottery is revealed only by the
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“FIRST LOVE ” Every Christmas‚ together with Nancy’s Family they travel for a Family reunion. Then one Christmas they went to her Uncle’s resort in Negara‚ Nancy is never excited‚ and this time is no different. They travel for almost 8 hours from their place to her Uncle’s Resort. It is 12nn when they arrived and everybody is so excited to meet their relatives except for Nancy who are on the other side. Nancy was walking in the seashore when she sees lots of familiar faces. It is her cousin
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