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I swing my legs back and forth as I sit in a tree in District 2, listening in on the conversation below me. When I decide that I'm uncomfortable, I adjust my position as quietly as I can, but the branch that supports me makes a loud noise nonetheless. The next thing I know, I'm on the ground, feeling sore from the impact, and the two, along with a bow, are leering down at me.
“Hi,” I say, then laugh nervously. “Sorry for falling on the ground and interrupting your conversation. You see, I was sitting in that tree, listening to you two, and then the tree decided that I was too fat, so it dropped me.” They continue staring at me, and I don't really understand why. I tilt my head quizzically, and begin standing up.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Katniss asks, lowering her bow slightly. Gale, the other half of the conversation, turns his attention from me to Katniss, then shifts it back to me.
“Yes, you do,” I respond. They look at me expectantly, obviously expecting more information. “Oh, you want to know why you recognize me. Well, for starters, I'm from District 12. I was in the g...
“My whole family and I have maintained a special connection with most of the past members.”
“I’m just as confused as you are, but would you like to come in you look a little
The short stories “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “The Short Happy Life of Francis Mocomber” were both written by world renowned author Ernest Hemingway. The two stories are written completely unrelated to each other; however, both stories have vast similarities in the time and place in which they take place. Hemingway is a writer that is very methodical in his word choices. When reading these two stories a second time the reader finds considerable differences in the writing style the author uses in each story. To demonstrate, three sentences from each story will be compared and contrasted to show the differences in word usage, word connotation, and to find which story is written better. The initial pair of these sentences to be looked at are, “A fourth planed down, to run quick-legged and then waddle slowly toward the others,” from the short story “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” and “On the far bank of the stream Macomber could see, above the trees, vultures circling and plummeting down,” from the story “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber.” The subsequent couple of sentences are “’You Bitch,’ he said,” from the “Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “’Why not let up on the bitchery just a little, Margot,’ Macomber said, cutting the eland steak and putting some mashed potato, gravy and carrot on the down-turned fork that tined through the piece of meat.” Finally, the third set of sentences are “She shot very well this good, rich bitch, this kindly destroyer of his talent,” from the story “Snows of Kilimanjaro” and “’That was a good shot,’ Wilson said,” from the story, “A Short Happy Life.”
In 2009 Chimamanda Adichie gave a TED talk about the ‘danger of a single story’. A single story meaning, one thought or one example of a person becoming what we think about all people that fit that description, a stereotype if you will. In today’s America, I believe that we have all felt the wave of stereotypical views at some point or another. Adichie gives many relatable examples throughout her life of how she has been affected by the single story. Her story brings about an issue that all humans, from every inch of the earth, have come to understand on some level. A young child reading only foreign books, a domestic helper that she only perceived as poor. Her college roommates single story about Africans and her own formation of a single
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
“Yes, I actually do. I can tell you a way to get to Damon, the guy that can access the underworld. Why would you want to get to the underworld?”
Lachlan only grinned sarcastically, getting up without the help of the stranger. “I’m fine thank you so much.” He said, brushing off the dirt from his clothes. “It wasn’t a long fall in the first place, a few feet at least.”
Being shaken violently awake is probably the calmest way Aanehtou has been woken up, ever since he became an enslaved POW ( Prisoner of war). Everyday he wakes up at 5 am ,and goes to sleep at well, Aanehtou never really sleeps at night since it's so loud. With all the diseases going around everybody’s coughing and, sneezing, and itching, and whining with pain. Nobody sleeps for really an longer than 1 hour, 2 if you’re lucky. It doesn't help carrying 50 pounds of sand on your back for what it seems like 120,000 miles feeling like a raw piece of fish because of all the whippings on his back.
“Ow,” I screamed as I fell right into a thorn bush and we were about five minutes into the hike then I heard JP say,
" So you finally got out of that log? I bet Ellie the elephant had to smash it, ha! you needed help from a giant girl." Said Gary, laughing to hysterically.
It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.
Long ago, there was a newly trained warrior from across the seas of Antonica, the race of the forgotten iksar being newly re-discovered had begun the life of one iksar. This neophyte warrior's name was Lyzzard.
He said,” No the branch broke underneath my weight.” I replied,” Aww that's too bad, my time up there was quite exciding.” I jumped down and went back inside with Wyatt. My mom was waiting at the door ready to leave.
achieved 12 A* grades in her GCSEs and 5 A grades in her AS-level. ‘Sally,