Chapter 1 Mom’s word stuck me like a lightning bolt. I was so shocked that I forgot to give reaction to what I had just heard. Maybe because a part of me still believed this couldn’t be true. Well‚ was it a joke? I looked back into mom’s eyes. She was still looking at me with pitiful look in her eyes‚ which showed me sympathy. I wanted to ask her if she was joking‚ but then I realised it would be hard to bear the pain if she said no. Instead I wanted for her to say something else or give a reaction
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shone brightly above 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
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Klingova‚ Milena 10/3 02/04/13 SHORT STORY Final Draft She was walking home after a big trigonometry test‚ which in her head had not gone well at all‚ even though she had spent hours and hours‚ preparing for it. When I think about it‚ her thoughts cannot be entirely trusted‚ as she was highly competitive and ambitious‚ and even though she was only 16‚ she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life. Who was she though? Her name was
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peeks out of the door. “Jennifer! Come on‚ I have something to show you.” I nodded my head and quickly made my way inside. She was standing just by the door when I walked in. “Hi. What was it that you wanted to show me?” She grabbed my hands with a worried look on her face. All of her co-workers were lined up by the front counter. ‘Oh dear god‚ I’m really letting
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had done it‚ day in and day out‚ for as long as she could remember. From the time she was a little mule‚ she remembered her parents had done this‚ day in‚ day out‚ and believed she would be subject to the same monotony. She briefly stopped‚ looking up at the waning sunlight. It was almost time for the boy to leave for the day and go home‚ and for her to go and eat her bland‚ boring food. It was all part of the routine‚ and Jenny knew it would never change. As the sun disappeared behind the horizon
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man from the small photo propped up against the brick wall above the fireplace. My curtains were wide open and the sunlight filtered in‚ creating little dust beams as mum liked to call them. The big oak tree by my window was shedding 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
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sensitive exploration” of oil. Environmentalists are wondering: What will become of the wildlife there? When George W. Bush was in office‚ he and oil industry‚ as well as others‚ believed that Americans will benefit from the oil that lied under the snow-filled surface of the refuge. In their opinion‚ the oil will help reduce high prices and decrease our need for oil from other countries. I believe the cost of this drilling is too high. I agree with environmentalists who fear that drilling
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with Charlie Atkins. P.32 • Complains that he has nothing to pass on to Travis. “I have been married eleven years and I got a boy who sleeps in the livingroom -- and all I got to give him is stories about how rich white people live…” p. 34 • To Mama: “Do you know what this money means to me? Do you know what this money can do for us? Mama—Mama—I want so many things.” P. 73 • Mama: “Son‚ how come you talk so much ‘bout money?” Walter: “Because‚ it is life‚ Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money
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Friday‚ December 24‚ 8:40 a.m. Christmas Eve - today’s going to be insane. When I got up this morning‚ it was snowing heavily. The sight made me tingle with excitement. Pumping with adrenaline‚ I fixed myself a cup of water and took a quick wash. I lay down on my snug bed pondering over what to put down for my Christmas list... Life was hard here in Serbia ever since my mum died. Nothing was the same. No more clean water‚ no electronic luxuries and a huge shortage of money. I had to often help
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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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