Beowulf: Short Story In the beautiful town of Ventaria‚ which is located near the southern- most point of Ireland‚ a once proud colony of people enjoyed the magnificent surroundings and a simplistic life. Brian the Great‚ beloved ruler of the Ventarians‚ had been killed by the evil Filth-Sammich. This vile creature‚ with a crocodile-like build‚ had a head larger than the immense church in the center of the town. When fully-opened‚ the mouth of the Filth-Sammich could open wide enough to fit
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“I disagree with your interpretation of the main idea.” Kim said to Austin as they sat on the cement stair in Austin’s backyard and discussed about their short story analysis work from English class. It was just after rain‚ the sky was still filled with gray clouds‚ but at least the temperature had cooled down a little bit. Kim secretly felt bad for Austin‚ that now he was stuck with her for this “working buddies” thing in English. Why would someone stupidly arrived class late and became my deskmate
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was so young during that time period‚ I had absolutely no idea that my family was homeless. The word homeless comes with such a bad attachment‚ so for a long time I never spoke about it to anyone. But‚ I think it’s important to share your personal story‚ in hopes that another can relate. About three years of my life were spent either in a car or a shelter or once in a while at a family/friends home. Given that‚ I think it would be best to speak only about the first year. Granted that it was the most
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Howardsville‚ a quaint little city‚ nestled in the foothills of the Putney Mountains located forty miles southwest of Charleston‚ West Virginia‚ had its own dark history. Having lived his entire life in the two–story house on the outskirts of town‚ Ernest Cassidy was familiar with the myths‚ legends‚ and lies about his city and was always quick to defend it. The mysteries began years earlier when Dr. Ronald Hackney; a surgeon at General Hospital in Charleston came up missing. One morning‚ he didn’t
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immediately be greeted by a vast sea of green with trees towering up above. Walking along an asphalt path‚ you’ll see the main Victorian style estate along with its stone barn‚ herb garden‚ carriage house and water tower. After walking a decent distance‚ folks will run into an exquisite fountain that really moistens the atmosphere around you. According to Maymont’s website‚ “This fountain‚ originally nine feet deep‚ apparently
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“No‚ but I have some errands for you to… um… do today after working at the boys educational school‚” he replied cordially. “Go ahead‚ you can tell me‚ I will make sure I carry out your orders‚” I replied. “Ok‚ I want you to pick up a package from my colleague‚ Lewis Richmond estate near the edge of the inner parts of Federal Hill
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That was the 1st day in college. As I and my friends entered the class rooms we looked around. I looked at the boys‚ all of them looked like all boring chaps‚ no one looked as though smart‚ someone to be friends with…‚ But we had to live there only. Then came rakhi‚ I had to send some rakhis to my brothers. And I didnt had time to go to the courier office. One of my friend knew a boy‚ she asked him that if he can send those rakhis‚ he said yes and he took the rakhis from me and send them. I didnt
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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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Gina Berriault’s "The Stone Boy"‚ a narrative story‚ mainly portrays the tragedy committed by a nine-year-old boy‚ Arnold‚ who has a big family of six people accidentally kills his older brother‚ Eugene. This pair of brothers has a pretty good relationship because they just act like typically brothers getting along very well. One night they went duck hunting but all out of blue that Arnold accidentally shoots Eugene with a gun which his father gives him‚ so that leaves Eugene dead and his responsible
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