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Bed Time Story "Mum can I have a story before I go to bed?" asked Kathy.
"Yes my dear," replied Lizzie.
"Which one are you going to tell me tonight mum?" asked Kathy in
anticipation.
"How about, the one about me and your aunt Laura and the Goblin men,"
answered Lizzie
"O.K. all tucked in, how does the story start?" asked Kathy
"it starts like this………"
When your aunt Laura and I were young we would hear the Goblin Men
crying out what they had to sell like street vendors in a busy market.
Laura and me used to spy on the little Goblin men from bushes, but
when I would run away when there was any chance of them seeing us your
aunt would stay that extra few seconds. But one day she stayed that
little bit too long and got caught tin their trap; she gorged on their
fruit, but she still wanted more. But when she went back the next
evening she could not hear their cry and fell desperately ill in the
ensuing days. S...
Walking out of our house, into the car and driving away to the bookstore, a little ways away we were being watched by someone.
they would escape. My parents lived in to America for some time since they had known some
In the short story "The Story of an Hour", Kate Chopin describes an hour of a woman, a new widow seems to be who incidentally recognizes a new free life and enjoys it just in a short moment; one hour right after getting a news of her husbands death in an accident. She has everything and nothing all in the same moment "an hour."
Imagine waking up on a normal day, in your normal house, in your normal room. Imagine if you knew that that day, you would be taken away from your normal life, and forced to a life of death, sickness, and violence. Imagine seeing your parents taken away from you. Imagine watching your family walk into their certain death. Imagine being a survivor. Just think of the nightmares that linger in your mind. You are stuck with emotional pain gnawing at your sanity. These scenerios are just some of the horrific things that went on between 1933-1945, the time of the Holocaust. This tragic and terrifying event has been written about many times. However, this is about one particularly fascinating story called The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne.
"Now, now that is no story for bedtimes. You will be awake all night with bad dreams."
Story telling is something extremely powerful. Stories are used as an escape, a connection, or a memory. In “How To Tell A True War Story”, by veteran and author Tim O’Brien, stories were used to help keep the author sane after fighting in a brutal war. In “Selections from Reading Lolita in Tehran”, written by Azar Nafisi an author and activist, Nafisi explains how escaping reality through works of fiction helped her keep her individuality and sanity during a time of great struggle in her homeland of Iran. Opposing these two authors ideas is Martha Stout’s, a clinical psychologist, “When I Woke Up Tuesday Morning, It Was Friday”, by scientifically examining her patients experiences to explain the phenomenon of dissociation. Stout’s definition of dissociation was described in a way that it has varying levels, from slight to monumental, and how it disrupts people lives and changes their sense of self. In all three of these pieces it is clear to see that dissociation is used differently, and has different effects on each scenario. Dissociation is often linked to healing, but it is not a method of healing, it is a method of coping with tragedy. People utilize different aspects such as imagination and fiction as tools to aid their dissociation, but in the end they are still forced to come back and face the harsh reality of their lives. The true question is if dissociating helps protect or if it harms the delicate sense of self. This essay will explain how these tools, of imagination and fiction, are used to shield the person’s sense of identity, and whether dissociation is helping them or harming them.
“Okay, Mom. I'll be up in a sec.”, he said as he pulled the covers up over his head, revealing his large feet that were hanging off the edge of the bed. His mom let out a sigh and left his room. Mark groaned and threw the blankets off of him and sat at the edge of the bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and went to the bathroom to brush
So after a day we brought him in to read bedtime stories and have morning cuddles, just as we always had done. As far as he was concerned, she was asleep.”
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“Please, please, please just one more story and then I promise to go to sleep!”
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In Disney’s hit film, Mulan, a uncoordinated girl living in China must uphold her family’s name in becoming a bride. To do this, she must recite an admonition: an ancient writing instructing Chinese women in their responsibilities and proper mannerisms. The etiquette Mulan speaks of in the movie may seem petty and fictitious; however, such mandates for women exist historically and contain much more burdensome material than what America sees in the film. Through Pearl S. Buck’s novel, The Good Earth, a reader learns that that a woman’s world in ancient China contains more than just white face paint, lotus flowers, a couple of cheerful songs, and a cup of green tea. Buck invites the West to face a brutal environment
I used to wonder if you knew about us. I used to get paranoid that his
NATASHA, 24, DEPRESSED, is sleeping in a king bed by herself. The alarm goes off. She wakes up, turns off the alarm. Lays in bed awake, staring at the ceiling.
“Well, how about you lay with us in our bed,” Mom suggested. I crawled in between the two of them and laid down, but I just couldn’t sleep. Hours went by, and finally, it was time for them to wake up.