...uncommon lover I have never seen someone boil your parts in milk like Grandma does. She brings you to life on the churches day, undressing your parts at the break of dawn and adding cheese and milk to plump your skin. I scurry out of bed to witness the art show. Accent, salt, Adobo, you beautiful beast! I watch her turn, and turn, and turn, and turn you on your side, some would call you the color of citrus but to me you are love in its purest shade. My very own Picasso finds herself half way through her masterpiece, dumping parmesan unapologetically all over you, and in the blazing vessel you enter. I can’t help but to take a peak, eyes bulging and mouth salivating. I open the door and see your cheddar bubbling And parmesan browning. I LOVE YOU! You will soon be in my belly and the thought alone excites me. Grandma: “SHUT THAT!” Oh no! I’ve been caught observing your metamorphosis from Prince to King. 20 Minutes 10 Minutes 5 Minutes Ding! The time has come for our marriage, When beauty meets its depowering, beast. I swing open the door to the blazed dungeon and smile at my Romeo: Golden brown surface, bubbling cheese avenues between plump, soft noodles. I summon my miniature pitchfork and begin to destroy you. Stabbing your organs and consuming them shamelessly, my mouth is enflamed but I can’t stop. Stab, eat, repeat. Stab, eat, repeat. My mouth is numb. I awaken abruptly in a pool of perspiration to none other...
Words: 285 - Pages: 2
...Hero Speech Outline Example I. Introduction (Attention getter – Hook) - Never go to bed angry, always tell the people you love that you love them, and do not be afraid to speak your mind. a. Introduce your hero to the class - My hero is my grandpa Gene Erickson, born May 13th 1919 in Michigan. One of three boys in his family. Born of Finnish heritage, grew up speaking English and Finnish. Married in his early twenties to Marian Beaudry. With her they had 5 children over the span of 19 years, 2 boys and three girls, my mother being the youngest of all five. From those five children he was blessed with 8 grandchildren, one boy and seven girls. I am the second youngest grandchild, my sister is the youngest. b. Tell why this person is your hero (thesis) - Gene Erickson is my hero for many reasons, he always put his family first, he was hard working and dedicated, and he was not afraid to speak his mind. II. Body (Elaborate on the three reasons) a. Reason #1: He always put his family first b. Elaborate on reason: Whenever my Grandpa’s kids or grandkids needed him he was always there. When I was a junior in high school I had to interview someone on videotape with an interesting story to tell. The first person to pop into my mind for that assignment was my grandpa. I was not sure if he would want to do it or not, but when I asked he was quick to tell me that he would love to, and the interview turned out great! Transition between reasons (giving reason #2): Along with always putting...
Words: 721 - Pages: 3
...Grandma! I remember her birth. Wait, you say, no man remembers his own grandma's birth. But, yes, we remember the day that she was born. For we, her grandchildren, slapped her to life. Timothy, Agatha, and I, Tom, raised up our hands and brought them down in a huge crack! We shook together the bits and pieces, parts and samples, textures and tastes, humors and distillations that would move her compass needle north to cool us, south to warm and comfort us, east and west to travel round the endless world, glide her eyes to know us, mouth to sing us asleep by night, hands to touch us awake at dawn. Grandma, O dear and wondrous electric dream ... When storm lightnings rove the sky making circuitries amidst the clouds, her name flashes on my inner lid. Sometimes still I hear her ticking, humming above our beds in the gentle dark. She passes like a clock-ghost in the long halls of memory, like a hive of intellectual bees swarming after the Spirit of Summers Lost. Sometimes still I feel the smile I learned from her, printed on my cheek at three in the deep morn ... All right, all right! you cry, what was it like the day your damned and wondrous-dreadful-loving Grandma was born? It was the week the world ended ... Our mother was dead. One late afternoon a black car left Father and the three of us stranded on our own front drive staring at the grass, thinking: That's not our grass. There are the croquet mallets, balls, hoops, yes, just as they fell and lay three days ago when Dad stumbled...
Words: 12306 - Pages: 50
...influenced by the American culture. They also both talk about how cultural background and your appearance does not determine what being American means. In “Response to Executive Order 9066”, the person telling the story is a young 14 year-old girl. She doesn’t really seem to realize what’s happening and that her family will be deported to relocation centers for being of Japanese descent. The narrator’s best friend is a white girl named Denise. She was probably told by an adult about the American vs. Japanese issue. She isn’t nice to the narrator. For example, “She was sitting on the other side of the room. “You’re trying to start a war,” she said, ´giving secrets away to the Enemy. Why can’t you keep your big mouth shut?´” Okita clearly addresses the themes of discrimination towards the...
Words: 445 - Pages: 2
...hunter came to the cottage. The hunter knock on the door. Hunter : I am coming straight from your grandma’s cottage. She is not-well and wants to see you at the earliest possible. Red riding hood : Hoo, thank you uncle. I will tell my mom. Hunter : Okay, I have to leave. Bye girl. Red riding hood : Bye uncle. Narrator : Red riding hood immediately rushed to her mother who was preparing a cake. Red riding hood : Mother, the woodcutter told me that grandma has fallen sick. Mother : I’m worried. I think you should leave immediately to meet your dear grandmother. Red riding hood : I can take some cake for her ? Mother : Of course dear. I will pack some cake and a bottle of butter for her. She’s loves them. Narrator : Red riding hood cheered up. Red riding hood : Give me the basket. I’ll walk up to her house as soon as possible. Mother : Give her my love. Red riding hood : Okay mother. Mother : Remember, keep to the path through the woods and don’t ever stop. You will be in danger if you wonder into the forest. Make sure you are back home before dusk. Goodbye. Red riding hood : Bye mother. I will be safe, don’t worry. I’ll run all the way to Grandma’s without stopping. Narrator : Little red riding hood walked on towards Grandma’s house. Suddenly, she saw some large daisies. Red riding hood : Ooh, how sweet. I will make a beautiful bouquet with this flowers. How happy grandma will be if I pick up fews flowers for her and make a...
Words: 2199 - Pages: 9
...Side 9 af 12 sider B Skye Brannon Fireweed I t was a remembering day for Baluta. I t began w it h laughter, or a dream o f laughter. I t was Alanso's laugh, flowing like doves out o f her bright smiling mouth. I t was Alanso's laugh, out f ro m between those cheeks that caught the sun and held i t i n a warm glow the rest o f the day. I t was Alanso's laugh, stirred f ro m the dead to wake Baluta. Sometimes remem5 bering began later i n the day, but not today. Baluta had to l if t f ro m beneath a stone o f g rief , so heavy w it h his sister's memory, to get out o f his cot. He had work today, after a ll . Baluta washed i n the shower, cold after his brother and sister-in-law had had theirs. Cold like Kpatawee Falls back home, Baluta thought. Yes. Today would be a remembering io day. He pulled a work shirt over his head. The name ' Joel ' was simply embroidered over the heart. The name had been his brother's idea. "Dese Americans," Jato said, " i f you tel l dem your Mandika name, dey look like you've given dem a riddle. You tell dem your name is Bob, and dey are all smiles." Jato grinned at his younger brother. " Bu t you can't have Bob, dat is mine" is Jato and his w ife , Sama, had already gone. Since Baluta had to have the car to go where the bus route didn't, i t was Jato and Sama who had to wake at f iv e a.m. to catch buses to work. Baluta f el t awfu l f o r this, but he had to work to get a car, and needed a car to get to work. So, here he was...
Words: 2405 - Pages: 10
...no black hoodies in wrong neighborhoods, no jogging at night, hands in plain sight at all times in public, no intimate relationships with white women, never driving over the speed limit or doing those rolling stops at stop signs, always speaking the king's English in the presence of white folks, never being outperformed in school or in public by white students and most importantly, always remembering that no matter what, white folks will do anything to get you. ...Mama's antidote to being born a black boy on parole in Central Mississippi is not for us to seek freedom; it's to insist on excellence at all times...There ain't no antidote to life, I tell her. How free can you be if you really accept that white folks are the traffic cops of your life? Mama tells me that she is not talking about freedom. She says that she is talking about survival." From:"How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America: A Remembrance” An Essay By: Kiese Laymon I will not lie. I never go to the website that I found this essay on because most of the news I follow is only available through technological sites. It was fortunate for me that not only did I see the link on a dear friend's Facebook page, I became so engrossed after the first few sentences that I opened the link and read the powerful story of a man's experience growing up black in the south. I read that entire essay maybe six or seven times and though the entire thing excited me, it was those two small paragraphs that spoke...
Words: 2656 - Pages: 11
...trend “Living Apart Together” (L.A.T.). Write a paper (700-1000 words) in which you answer the following questions. Answer the questions separately. 1. 2. 3. Explain what “Living Apart Together” is, and give an outline of the different views presented in texts 2 and 3. Text 3 is a personal comment. How is that reflected in its tone and style? Give examples from the text. Taking your starting point in text 1, discuss What the consequences of L.A.T. might be. Page . . . 2 4 7 Texts 1. Rosemary Bennett, “Couples that live apart. . .stay together”, an article from The Times website, May 12, 2007 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2. Jill Brooke, “Home Alone Together”, an article from The New'Y0rk Times website, May 4, 2006 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3. Gary Picariello, “Just What Modern Romance Needs”, a comment from Associated Content website, March 30, 2007 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . B Write an essay (700-1000 words) in which you analyse and interpret Sky Brannon’s short story “Fireweed”. Your essay must include the following points: - the way the story is structured - the main theme - a characterization of Baluta/Joel - the setting Text , Page Skye Brannon, “Fireweed”, a short story, 2009 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 s 1 Side 2 af 12 sider A 2 t 5% 3 I 21 TEXT l Rosemary Bennett ijtga l Couples that live...
Words: 4642 - Pages: 19
...her cigarette out in a clay ashtray and began to let out a sigh. “I’m 16. I’m 16 with a wardrobe full of black, posters full of dead movie stars, and the soul of an old person.” Dharma wasn’t interested in her words only carefully, watching Zinnia’s eyebrows knit together in anguish and then the ends of her mouth form an “O.” “I’m so trapped with having the need for any type of immediate release. I’m probably going to die before I even reach the age I actually feel, doesn’t that seem ironic?”, She gave that mysterious smile that made people melt watching her and the dimples on the corner of her mouth, she was gorgeous. Dhara glared and shook her head, “The answer is right in front of you, obviously. Your mother is scared, she’s worried you’ll be just like her mother was and your father.. is literally trying to drown himself in alcohol.” “While, you’re obsessed with the night and the color black, trying to clearly be something you’re not.” Zinnia was used to Dharma’s bold approach and not afraid to say whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Zinnia just rolled her eye’s. “You already are like your grandma.” Dharma spits it out like a bad taste. Zinnia shut up and allowed silence to fill the room, why was it that her friend could see right through her “darkened persona.” Zinnia was good at being manipulative, Zinnia was good at most things, but that was the glamorous part in her eye’s, she kept everything concealed. The girl with blue eyeliner, red lips, brown curls...
Words: 1826 - Pages: 8
...( Word Converter - Unregistered ) http://www.word-pdf-converter.com Life is an ugly, awful place not to have a best friend. Halley and Scarlett have been best friends ever since they met. Halley has always been the quiet one; Scarlett braver and more outgoing. Halley has always turned to Scarlett when things get rough, and Scarlett has always known just what to do. It's the perfect setup. But everything changes at the beginning of their junior year. Scarlett's boyfriend is killed in a motorcycle accident; then she finds out that she is carrying his baby. For the first time ever, Scarlett really needs Halley. Now Halley has to learn how to be strong for Scarlett. It won't be easy, but Halley knows that she can't let Scarlett down. Because a true friend is a promise you keep forever. ( Word Converter - Unregistered ) http://www.word-pdf-converter.com ( Word Converter - Unregistered ) http://www.word-pdf-converter.com Best friends. "Scarlett?" I said, there in the dark, and as she turned to me I saw her face was streaked with tears. For a minute, I didn't know what to do. I thought again of that picture tucked in her mirror, of her and Michael just weeks ago, the water so bright and shiny behind them. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I'd cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors...
Words: 71268 - Pages: 286
...A Worn Path—Eudora Welty Repeated Words: negro – black - colored, cane, talk (to self), old, dress, walk, head – lips - face (motions), nature- items – motions (animated) Granny - Grandma, The Surrender [within her lifetime] – December – nickel – pennies – charity – Christmas – Santa – (Temporal Setting), Nachez – Old Nachez Trace (Spacial Setting), Grandson An old person walking with the aid of a cane and talking to herself along the way is the basic theme of this story. There are many other side aspects of the journey, each with their own nuances, but the main concept can be made with those four symbols. “…there was an old Negro woman … coming along the path …” (Welty, Eudora, A Worn Path in The Story and Its Writer, 1360). “She was very old and small and she walked slowly …” (Welty, Eudora, A Worn Path in The Story and Its Writer, 1360). “She carried a thin, small cane made from an umbrella …” (Welty, Eudora, A Worn Path in The Story and Its Writer, 1360). “Her eyes were blue with age. Her skin had a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles …” (Welty, Eudora, A Worn Path in The Story and Its Writer, 1360). “Under her small, black-freckled hand her cane, limber as a buggy whip, would switch at the brush as if to rouse up any hiding things” (Welty, Eudora, A Worn Path in The Story and Its Writer, 1360). “On she went” (Welty, Eudora, A Worn Path in The Story and Its Writer, 1360). “’Seem like there is chains about my feet, time I get this far’, she...
Words: 1427 - Pages: 6
...throughout life, som e take to water intermittently, and some are entirely terrestrial as adults. Uniquely among vertebrates, they are capable of regenerating lost limbs, as well as other body parts. The apartment. My parents sit still in their chairs, bodies frozen, emotions flooding towards me. Walls of memories line our apartment. Classes, friends, thoughts? They are excited to have me back, to remember what it was like with me here and them there. A nd while they deserve news, their questions ring chaotic in my ears. Remind ers of the commotion outside, of people expecting more, pushing ahead. A non - stop pace. Existence outside oneself. I pause and tell them I need a minute. Just one second and the door closes. Eyes and ears shut. I am alone again. City melts, and questions q uietly float away. I can remember the soft wind and red stones. With silence around, I can breathe again. To a certain kind of mind, what is hidden ceases to exist. My grandmother wanted me to tell her everything. A bout problems and boys. But I had nothi ng. No hidden needs, no burning desires. No secrets. Nothing exciting to share? Life is simple and I am happy. I do not know what else there can be. A nd it was not enough for her. She wanted a complex girl, a granddaughter worth picking apart. But I was wh...
Words: 2143 - Pages: 9
...ALTERNATE ENDINGS “THE UNSEEN” by Aneesah Sher THE UNSEEN http://storystar.com/php/read_story.php?story_id=6350 I get called different. Weird. Unique. I think differently from other teenagers. I’m an ordinary teen with an extra twist. I have a gift, yet to be revealed. A gift that no-one else can understand. Not a single soul knows about my gift. People might see it as a curse. A curse from God. Maybe a test, a test of courage, strength and determination. But now that’s for you to decide. I, Jason Hood, can see the unseen. Yes, I can see ‘dead people’ as others put it. They may be dead, but I prefer the term ‘ghosts’ or ‘spirits’. I believe that souls remain on human earth after death because they have unfinished business. Hunting for their murderer or needing to desperately pass on a message. And that is why I was born. To be the messenger or person who helps to search for the murderer of such spirit. And quite frankly, I love it. When I was just a child I used to see people around me with bullets through them, heads chopped off cradled in one arm, burnt kids, rope slung around their neck, and once…a man. A tall man, with a mask plastered to half his face. He was tortured; his face cut off and once he escaped his torturers, he hid his face beneath a mask to hide all past. Scary it was. I can be walking down a corridor at school and walk round a corner and see a spirit standing there, watching me. As if I know something they want to hear. Anyways, about me, I’ve...
Words: 6992 - Pages: 28
...The Summer that Changed my Life… My name is Dinise I am a loner, I love to read. In the summer time I also enjoy swimming and riding bikes with my cousins. I help out my family I take care of my sisters my older sister Ruthie who is mentally retarded and has other medical problems, she has to have someone watch her 24/7, my younger sister does not like to be alone Raylene is a pre teen and mostly just watches TV and plays with her two best friends that live on the same street as we do. Their names are Brandi and Cristal. I also watch my cousins Oren and Donald every day and clean house for Becky and Mac. I also watch my other cousins Cris (Cristal) and Jerry when their dad goes out of town for his job. (This is most of the time.) Monday Let’s start my story on graduation day not mine. Mine will not be for another year though. Right now I am watching three friend graduate Billy who is going into the Air Force tomorrow and Rick who is going into college but tomorrow he is going to Mexico to visit family there, then go right to college, Jody who is going tomorrow to France and travel till her marriage next June to Billy. This will be the last time we are going be together every time I think about this being our last time to hang out I start to cry. Right now I am sitting next to Billy’s mom and Jody’s mom they’re upset watching this and I am trying really hard not to cry I hate crying in front of people. Billy’s mom is also having a get to gather at their house tonight...
Words: 92259 - Pages: 370
...Listening to Children Crying by Patty Wiper Listening to Children Crying When Your Child Begins to Cry In listening to parents over the years, I have learned a simple truth: parents want good lives for their children. We want our young ones to be happy, loved, respected and understood. We also want the chance to correct the mistakes our parents made with us. For most of us, these goals are far more difficult to achieve than we had imagined. We discover that loving and nourishing a child is complex work that challenges the hardiest grownup. Help is scarce as we juggle too much work, too little time, and the constant call of our children to “Come and play, Daddy!” and “Watch this, Mommy!” It’s no wonder, then, we become troubled when our children start to cry. To us, their crying often feels like parental failure. The scene is familiar: we are shuffling through the day in reasonably good spirits, balancing the children’s needs, our needs and that long mental list of things to be done. One of the children wants a cracker. When the box turns up empty he begins to cry. At this moment, our insides curdle. We become annoyed, worried, tired, exasperated. We try to stop him from crying. Our tactics might be to soothe him, to try to talk him into a cracker substitute, to point out his mistake in wanting crackers before dinner, or to scold him when he doesn’t stop crying over something so silly. We want the crying to stop so the hurt will go away. If we watch...
Words: 4638 - Pages: 19