It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, Brendon Sischy, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling abundantly relieved, Brendon Sischy groped a carrot, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved Phone was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Jared Wagman. Brendon Sischy had known Jared Wagman for (plus or minus) 200,000 years, the majority of which were enticing ones. Jared Wagman was unique. He was smart though sometimes a little... annoying. Brendon Sischy called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. Jared Wagman picked up to a very mad Brendon Sischy. Jared Wagman calmly assured him that most man-eating capybaras grimace before mating, yet legless puppies usually wildly yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Brendon Sischy. Why was Jared Wagman trying to distract Brendon Sischy? Because he had snuck out from Brendon Sischy's with the Phone only two days prior. It was a sassy little Phone... how could he resist? It didn't take long before Brendon Sischy got back to …show more content…
the subject at hand: his Phone. Jared Wagman yawned. Reluctantly, Jared Wagman invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Phone. Brendon Sischy grabbed his giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Jared Wagman realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Phone and he had to do it randomly. He figured that if Brendon Sischy took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least nine minutes before Brendon Sischy would get there. But if he took the Ferrari? Then Jared Wagman would be excessively screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Jared wagman was interrupted by three clueless Dogs that were lured by his Phone. Jared wagman grimaced; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling pleased, he carefully reached for his banana and aptly hit every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Ferrari rolling up. It was Brendon Sischy. As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of wolverines, so he knew he was running late. With a heroic leap, Brendon Sischy was out of the Ferrari and went charismatically jaunting toward Jared wagman's front door. Meanwhile inside, Jared wagman was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Phone into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his canoe. Jared wagman was pleased but at least the Phone was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' Jared wagman wildly purred. With a heroic push, Brendon Sischy opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying spite-toting jerk in a spaceship,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Jared wagman assured him. Brendon Sischy took a seat exotically proximate to where Jared wagman had hidden the Phone. Jared wagman sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Brendon Sischy was distracted. Giggling like schoolgirl, Jared wagman noticed a selfish look on Brendon Sischy's face. Brendon Sischy slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' Jared wagman felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Brendon Sischy asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Phone right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Brendon Sischy's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Brendon Sischy nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Jared wagman could react, Brendon Sischy fearlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Phone was plainly in view. Brendon Sischy stared at Jared wagman for what what must've been three seconds.
Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Jared wagman groped sassily in Brendon Sischy's direction, clearly desperate. Brendon Sischy grabbed the Phone and bolted for the door. It was locked. Jared wagman let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Brendon Sischy,' he rebuked. Jared wagman always had been a little abrasive, so Brendon Sischy knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Jared wagman did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at him or something. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he gripped his Phone tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass
panels. Jared wagman looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Brendon Sischy. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Brendon Sischy. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Jared wagman walked over to the window and looked down. Brendon Sischy was gone. Just yonder, Brendon Sischy was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Jared wagman's place. Brendon Sischy had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Dogs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Phone. One by one they latched on to Brendon Sischy. Already weakened from his injury, Brendon Sischy yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Dogs running off with his Phone. About three hours later, Brendon Sischy awoke, his kidney throbbing. It was dark and Brendon Sischy did not know where he was. Deep in the enchanting haunted thicket, Brendon Sischy was excessively lost. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he remembered that his Phone was taken by the Dogs. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a huge Dog emerged from the imaginary desert. It was the alpha Dog. Brendon Sischy opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Dog sunk its teeth into Brendon Sischy's kidney. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Brendon Sischy's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure. Less than four miles away, Jared wagman was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Phone. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened gerbil. With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Brendon Sischy... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Phone that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sapling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Dogs, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
To start, Dobie Gillis was a freshman at the University of Minnesota. He was a young man at the annual Freshman Prom who had come across a fine young lady, which he later was head over heels for. Unfortunately, Dobie was gullible and easy to bribe which had affected him deeply. He was an ethical young man who always did his homework when it was given and studied when he needed to. However, once once he started dating Ms. Ellingboe, he had lost all his morals. For example, when he would get completed homework handed to him by her, he would point out that he was not learning anything. He did realize that he was cheating his way through college because of Ms. Ellingboe. Along with that, many times he would try cancelling plans with Ms. Ellingboe to study; however, she would always remind him that having a “well rounded out
Books: a group of blank white pages where authors record memories, reveal what they imagined, and take us along on a ride through their minds. These past few weeks, I had been reading two popular novels that did in fact take me on that journey: The Outsiders written by S.E. Hinton, and Miracle’s Boys by Jacqueline Woodson. In no uncertain terms, I did notice that these two books could be compared to one another. Although these are two separate books, written by two different authors with separate journeys, they actually have great similarities and differences in the characters and plot.
The narrative begins in the unassuming, yet ardent voice that carries the reader throughout his life story. He makes his plan...
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In three dynamic pieces of literature, the desperate yet hopeful characters gallantly endure the struggles of achieving their dreams as they experience the pain of desolation and the life-fulfilling happiness of a friendly companion. Through hostile resentment, the intense repulsion created by generations of territorial disputes tears apart two vengeful foes, Ulrich and Georg, in Saki’s captivating tale. Whereas in Remarque’s gory war novel, the pure terror of battle brutally slaughters the once innocent minds of soldiers as they undergo changes in their heart and soul within themselves. Although impervious to the influence of the reclusive residents tied to the ranch, as they quest for their shared aspirations, George and Lennie forge an invincible friendship in Steinbeck’s calamitous novelette.
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In “Midnight, Licorice, Shadow” by Becky Hagenston the author successfully created complex characters that help motivated the tension in the story. Haegenston capability of switching between the past in the present to further understand the character’s actions encourages the pace of the story. By doing this reader learn more information about a character such as Lacey. One may learn that she a pathological liar that is suffering from identity crisis and may have never experience a positive relationship with any man in her life. She uses men for her benefit and we learn that when she tells us stories from her past. Readers learn that Jeremy has difficulties in social environments and building healthy relationships as well through hearing stories
The disturbing description of the serial killer is recited without any waver whatsoever away from the intent only to divulge information. The narrator makes no personal comment and expresses no opinion about Howard. After the narrator has given the information to the listener, the narrator leads the train of thought right back to the work environment. The idea of a horrible mass murderer is interrupted by his typing ability. This continued contrast now goes past unstable and borders on psychotic.
Smiley attempted, and succeeded, in calming the flames of anger, and in providing the audience with a few moments of emotional release to relish. Smiley opened the audience’s eyes to the reality of the human conscience; seeking peace through violence, seeking relief through tension.
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In Ways with Words by Shirley Brice Heath we read about the author’s ethnographic study in the South during desegregation. The purpose of Heath’s study is to examine the ways people from different communities in the textile region raise their children. The way the children are raised according to Heath, affects the language development and the way these children learn to read and write in the school setting. In my paper I want to examine the way the church relates to the cultural differences in Roadville and Trackton. Cultural differences have ultimately created two separate learning styles. Reading Heath’s study creates curiosity as to how one book, the Bible, can be translated by two cultures in such differing ways that, “In short, for Roadville, Trackton’s stories would be lies; for Trackton, Roadville stories would not even count as stories” (Heath, 189).
In making stories: Law, Literature, Life, Jerome Brunner drives one to contemplate about the characteristics of stories, but also to consider the various ways one uses them to sail across the predicament of a human beings experiences. Narratives are set to be congenital and one understands allegedly how they work. We hardly take the time to think on how our narratives or whoever’s, constrain us, and why chronicles have the power to overhaul our beliefs as well as get in the way of our intellect, or how they brunt our humanoid institutions. In addition, it’s contended that stories are the “building blocks” of human experiences and are also a very important piece to what we call “Self” along with the emblem to our interactions with society, it also distinguishes one apart from the exceedingly assertive humanoid institutions, in spite of, Law. Making Stories drifts in the argument that narrative is crucial for our soundness, reason and education in explaining and understanding human experiences.
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Have you ever been scared for the safety of a complete stranger? Have you changed somebody’s outlook on life just by being a Good Samaritan? Well, I have. It was a late Thursday night and I was in a bad part of town informally known as “The Knob.” I had been at a friend's house when we decided to leave to find somewhere to eat. On the way, my friend got a call from his mom telling him he had to be home. His house wasn’t really out of the way. As I pulled down Belle Avenue, towards his house, another friend of mine shouts out “Hey, pull over that guy just knocked that girl out” I instantly questioned this absurd accusation. “What? You’re joking.” As I turned around I noticed that he certainly wasn’t as I saw a middle-aged lady facedown on the pavement. Without hesitation I parked the car and we all ran over to see what was going on. You could see in the distance a man in an orange hooded jacket fleeing the scene. My friend attempted to wake this lady up. She was out cold. At this point each one of us had no idea what we should do. Obviously, the first thing we should have done was call the police, but let me remind you this was a bad part of town and didn’t know if we would be the next. Tommy, my friend, the nearest house and knocked on the door. A trashy looking man answered the door. After being informed that there was an unconscious lady in front of his house he scurried to her aid. The man then realized it was a good friend of his. Jane was her name. You could sense his anger and concern for this lady. He began to frantically ask questions. Who, what, when, where, why, how and every other sort of interrogation question was thrown our way. We described her assailant and which way he went. Evidently it was her boyfriend. At this ...