A boy named Santiago was searching for a hidden treasure at the pyramids of Egypt. He slept at an abandoned church with a half-destroyed roof. He had a lot of sheep and used a book as a pillow. The boy knew an old woman that lived in Tarifa and interpreted dreams. When he was there he told her that he has dreamt the same dream twice and a little boy transported him to the Egyptian Pyramids and told him about a treasure. The woman told him that not to pay him for his visit, for she wanted one-tenth of the treasure he told her about. Then he went to the market for something to eat, he traded his book with a thicker one. He sat at a bench and started to read his book, when he finally understood the book an old man who was a king in a small land called Salem sat next to him and told him that the book he was reading said the same thing as almost all of the books in the world. Then he gave him two rocks, one black and one white. The black rock meant yes, and the white rock meant no. The king told him if Santiago had trouble reading the omens, he could just ask a question and the stones would help him. Then the king told him a story and Santiago understood that a shepherd like him may like to travel, but he should never forget about his sheep. Then he knew that he would give the sheep to the old man. Santiago needed money to go to the Egypt Pyramids so he worked for a month with a crystal merchant. When he had the money he went with an English man to Egypt. They met a girl named
Verin watched a group of young soldiers grapple behind the mess tent. He split his time between checking on Fynta and offering pointers when one of the guys showed bad form. So far, comms were still offline to the group that had entered the temple, but Verin didn’t worry. Fynta was impossible to kill, and he had little stake in the others. Granted, he rather liked the Togruta. She’d fought well on Tython.
Dorothy Allison's “I'm Working on My Charm” is a story of a young sixteen-year-old girl who works as a waitress with her mother. As a young daughter coming to the same field as the mother, the mother becomes a role model here and supports and helps her daughter on becoming a good waitress. She makes sure the environment her daughter is working on is good and that she is aware of the Yankees. Yankees doesn't see waitresses on the same level as they are. So, the mother is worried how her daughter will deal with Yankees and makes sure she knows how to handle different situations. The daughter is taught to use her charm to influence people. Also, Mabel, her mother's friend, teaches her how to bet on tips from customer. This story illustrates how an older person can be a guide for younger ones to be successful and accepted in the society.
In the short story, “Lather and Nothing Else”, the author, Hernando Tellez, creates suspense using a few different techniques. This short story takes place in a revolutionary barber’s shop, where the barber contemplates murdering an executioner by the name of Captain Torres. In order to create suspense, Tellez uses the key elements of limiting information and narrative point of view.
“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.” Dean’s voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on the couch. “Though I guess my timing isn’t the best for it to sound sincere.”
The boy was a shepherd going throughout the lands selling wool, but twice now he had the same dream, where there was a little boy leading him throughout Egypt to where treasure would be, yet as soon was the boy would show him where, he woke up. Seeking help from a Gipsy to find this treasure, he agreed that in return 1/10 of the treasure would be hers. After talking to the Gipsy he meet an old man who sat down next to him, they held a conversation, after a while the boy found out that the old man was a king that knew of where the treasure of hidden, and he told him to follow his dream, and gave him two rocks named Urim and Thummim. Santiago then raised enough money to go to Egypt, while there he met a boy at a bar who then agreed to take them Santiago to the pyramids if he was in charge of his money, and Santiago agreed. While he was looking at a sword the boy ran off leaving Santiago with no money. Having no money, he had to find a job, but Arabic, being the main langue there, made it
The story begins with a shepherd boy named Santiago sleeping against a sycamore tree in front of an abandoned church in Andalusia. Santiago has been having reoccurring dreams about finding a treasure if he travels to the Egyptian pyramids. He then goes to a women in Tarifa who was said to be a dream interpreter. The old woman tells Santiago that his dream is prophetic and that he should follow its instructions. Santiago then meets a man named Melchizedek, the King of Salem, while reading a book. Melchizedek teaches Santiago about good and bad omens and tells him that his duty is to follow his Personal Legend. He then gives Santiago two stones to help him understand omens, Urim and Thummim.
In the story “Eleven” the narrator Rachel acts more like a child. In the eighth paragraph the character Rachel stated, “That’s not, I don’t, you’re not… Not mine”, I finally say in the little voice that was maybe me when I was four.” This reveals Rachel is acting like she was four when she said that sentence. Also, Rachel said “… I’ve shoved the red sweater to the tippy-tip corner of my desk and its hanging all over the edge like a waterfall, but I don’t care.” This illustrates Rachel was acting over dramatic just like a child by pushing the sweater to the tippy-tip corner of her desk. Rachel includes,” … I’m crying like I’m three”… “My face all hot and spit coming out of my mouth because I can’t stop the little animal noises from coming
Santiago helpied the man grow his buissiness and at the same time he helped him selve.The boy leared alot in his time there he learied that not all people realize their dreams in the same way.The boy felt like giving up and returning to his old life style ,but he continued to push foeried .Since santiago had egought money to countine he decided to cross the desert with a caravan where he met an englishman.He learnied that the englishman wantied to become a Alchemist ,but he was mostly looking for the philosopher stone . santiago was on his was to AL-Fayoum ,one step closer to his goal.when he arrived to this destination santiago met the Alcamist who was teaching him truley understand the unviersal language of the world,inadiition he also taught his the soul of the world.Santiago ment this women named fatima who he fell in love with ,but he learned to recongize that his love for her could wait,his destiny/dreams coundn’t .One of the things santiago learned from the alcamist was that a hores was more trust worthey ,because a camel could walk forever and die but the horse would give you signs of his death .The alcamist lead santiago to the pyramid teaching him all he neeied to know .Without knowing it the boy was becoming and alcamisht hiselve
This is not how the story progresses chronologically or chapterly, but merely how I decided to organize things based off of how the chapters fit together and what I am choosing to ignore for brevities sake.
My person was born on April 17, 1733 in Shadwell, Virginia. His mother was Jane and his Father was Peter. He was the third born of ten siblings. He was born into one of the most prominent Virginia families, because Jane was a member of the Randolph clan, which was a family that claimed they descended from English and Scottish Royalty. His father was a successful planter, surveyor, and cartographer
My story was about a teacher named alison. She believes that a good teacher is a teacher that gets to know her students heart to heart and not head to head. She thinks that teachers should get to know their students. Alison said her getting to know her students has given her courage to get to know more students as the years go by. Alison says
After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.
Sheriff Eldritch Meeks straightened his hat and emerged from the Chevy Bel Air. Its beacon singed into the back of his neck. Red. Eldritch watched thin sheets of dust sweep down the highway. Everything was fuzzy. He wiped rain from his eyes and took a deep breath. The knife twisted harder into his brainstem. Headaches. The pain was getting worse. Stabbing. Pinching. Wriggling. Eldritch needed a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He needed a fucking detox. But it would have to wait.