The typical love story would start with the sun blaring down; rays of sunlight finding their way through the green leaves with heat prickling his skins like hot needles. It was to be expected, it was summer after all. The wooden bench was warm under his touch, and he was thankful that it wasn’t made from iron or else, he couldn’t sit there and wait. It was already near the end of August yet the summer heat seemed to be lingering longer than usual. Sweats started dripping down his back and the thin tank top he was wearing was starting to stick to his skin, making the lad groaned in discomfort. He was never made for hot weather like these but then again he was neither made for the cold as well. So the only thing he could do was sighing at the misfortune of his body’s toleration with the temperature of his surroundings. He was about to pull out his phone to check the time for the nth time when a sudden hand gripped his shoulder, jolting him in the surprise. A low chuckle left from the lips of the intruder and he could feel the butterflies in his stomach flutter about. Frowning, he turned to his head to the other. “You’re late!” Tyler whined, pout replacing the former frown. The Black-haired laughed, plopping down on the empty space beside the smaller lad. “I’m sorry, the lecturer held us back for a bit to discuss an assignment.” His hand reached into his pocket and pull out a chocolate bar, dangling it in front of Tyler’s face. “Take it and wipe that ugly look on your face. You
Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.
The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.
I turn around to face the mirror. I see Harmony in the reflection of myself.
We had just left his Dads house after driving there to look for his dad. We decided to take his truck instead of the BMW. It was horribly hot and humid. The humidity was almost palpable. It was as if you were wading through a hot, steaming bowl of soup. He had just turned 16 and was obviously inexperienced. We didn’t care though. We drove with the windows down jamming out to music. It didn’t matter how hot it was we were just enjoying our days of summer. Little did we know, we wouldn’t be relishing in this hot summer day much longer. We had just passed NAPA, the auto supply store, heading south for his mothers house. She lived down one block and two to the left. At the stop sign we stopped for a moment, changing the song to bruno mars’s “When I Was Your Man”. I leaned out the window, crooning out the lyrics. He accelerated and started to cross the highway.
Living in a world where mystical creatures were bound to appear, humans didn't have any way to protect themselves and usually got hurt. Chesire died when he was six, the last thing he felt was the burning hatred for any mystical creature. As Chesire fell through the hole of death, darkness swallowed him hungrily before spitting him out, causing blistering pain to shoot up every limb off his body as he hit the ground. He remembered looking up, his teeth clenched in agony, and face reddened in rage, to see a golden chamber with no doors, yellow fire licking his ankles greedily. He remembered the scorching pain he felt as fire and smoke entered his lungs as he beat against the walls desperately calling out his mother's name. He remembered the
The short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” by Raymond Carver, invalidates the struggles and the lives of women, especially those that have experienced abuse. Carver oppresses women through lack of empathy for a victim and reinforcement of certain stereotypes.
– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.
In the story “Super Sad True Love Story” by Gary Shteyngart the stories of the main characters Eunice and Lenny are told through both of their journal entries. The author wants the reader to relate to these character through their journeys of loveland how technology can effect traditions and changing the way we look at things. With their love comes with many levels of heartache and melancholy. This story shows how the main characters are moving through their lives slowly being separated but still together at the same time the main theme explained is the importance of one's family. Both of the main characters Eunice and Lenny experience problems in their lives that effect their future together.
Super Sad True Love Story takes a look into an exaggerated future of excessive hedonism and impulsiveness with a satirical touch that shows an ever so possible future. The issues made in the story can be easily grasped and understand through a Marxist reading of the main points of the story is centered on its economic turmoil and class division that is found throughout the book. To understand the story is to look through it as a Marxist critic as none as pertinent to understanding the information. And its themes about terrorism in the modern world and the economy along with its rampant consumerism, class division and cultural difference and Asceticism and Hedonism in the story than through the eyes of a Marxist critic.
Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.
In Raymond Carver’s short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” Mel, Terri, Nick, and Laura we drinking gin and have a unique conversation about what the concept of love meant for them. Laura is sitting there with her husband, Nick, just listening to Mel and Terri go on and on with his stories. The story that Terri tells about her love interpretation isn’t exactly a happy one, causing the tone to turn to a more pessimistic view on love. Terri starts out by telling a story of her Ex, who abused her and Mel for a while before killing himself. It was obvious that this relationship was far from healthy, but Terri insisted that her Ex loved her. Laura was asked to state her opinion but she simply said, “‘I don’t know anything about
The book I read is “Love Story”, by Erich Segal, who is an accredited screenwriter, author of scholarly books, and was hailed “the most important new writer of the 1970’s” for this tragic tale. The book is published by Harper & Row and is a short 130 pages. Portions of this book first appeared in “The Ladies Home Journal” and was officially published as a novel in 1970. This book was recommended to me by my father and the New York Times #1 best sellers list.
I am Bennie Cork. My real name is Benjamin Henry Cork, BUT the only people who can call me that is my mother, my “real” father, my great grandmother, or Olivia. If you were to notice me, you are a rare type of breed. I’m nothing special… not extremely tall… not extremely smart...not extremely good looking… and definitely not extremely social, so no one really remembers me. I go through the halls of Glenbrook North High School looking like any other 17 year old guy: brown hair, blue eyes, weirdly skinny, and very very misportional. But, I’m nothing like other guys. I AM A MAN while the other males here's are BOYS! They think it’s funny to go around calling names! “Dorkie Corkie”, “Slenderman”, and “Corkscrew” are their very intelligent way of picking on me. I’m not gonna lie… these names do hurt me, but my dear, beautiful, amazing friend is helping me through all their immature assery. Her name is Olivia… Olivia Baldwin.
I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child
"The most important thing in the world is family and love." At least that's what John Wooden said. That quote alone could make people ponder deeply about family, but for my brother Jared, and I that was a whole different story. Since the beginning, my brother and I have always been unfair, and unkind to each other. From getting into little fights over the smallest things to getting on the ground wrestling each other; my brother and I haven’t always gotten along. We would always say we were going to start being nicer, but it would never work out until him, and I had a mind changing experience with a small story and dream. Ultimately, my brother and I aren't like your stereotypical goody-two-shoes brothers, but in the end, we were able to overcome that hatred and replace it with love and friendship.