Amy Tan's Monologue

Grinning, he spread her legs wider and shifted his body up. The tip of his cock brushed her slit as he moved, bringing forth a groan, before he slipped back down, an ice-cube held between his lips. He met her gaze, then let it fall from his mouth, slightly melted, onto her torso. "That's a good girl, beg for me." He hold of her wrists, lifted his arms above her head and kissed her lips. "Should I let you come, Elena?" Brett arched a brow, then dipped his head and kissed her neck, issuing bites, licks and nipples to her flesh, and slowly began to make his way

Amy Tan was born in 1952, in Oakland, California to Chinese immigrants John and Daisy Tan. Her family eventually settled in Santa Clara. When Tan was in her early teens, her father and one of her brothers died of brain tumors within months of each other. During this period Tan learned that her mother had been married before, to an abusive husband in China. After divorcing him, her mother fled China during the Communist takeover, leaving three daughters behind who she would not see again for nearly forty years.

His tongue pushes so deep in her that she cries out. Her hand comes down and she puts them back into his curls. Jada grips him tight. She knows that she is on the verge and goes round and round against his mouth. She whispers his name. He says, “Mmmm…hmmm.”

When Alma heard her name called, she broke free of the mesmerizing kiss. Running toward the house, she felt the first mist of rain and was grateful. Gabe released her hand as soon as they reached the yard.

“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

Sarah-Alice was in the football field as she smiled happy to be back at Long Beach High after a long summer knowing how that right now this is a new year to start. She then saw the cheerleaders for the first time only to then say,"Alright I need you girls to start doing five laps and then some stretches so we can practice some routines before our Football team comes." She then saw her team start to do her laps while she took her coat only to then show her workout outfit since it was now eighty degrees out. Sarah-Alice then smiled as she ran with her team only to do some stretches until the girls were staring at the team. She then had her eyes caught on one certain god in human form. She knew on the back of his shirt said Winchester so she knew

Children’s book author, Dr. Seuss once wrote, “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” This quote relates to many because it explains how people try to change their identity for the sake of others. It shows how you should always be yourself, regardless how people feel about you. In the short stories “Fish Cheeks” by Amy Tan, “Two Kinds” by Amy Tan, and “The Bass, The River, and, Shelia Mant” by W.D. Wetherell, the characters learn about themselves through significant moments.

It was December fourth, two thousand fourteen; a sad, scary day for sure. This day was the day Amy LaVancha was diagnosed with cancer. Hodgkin's Lymphoma cancer. Though this cancer has an eighty six percent survival rate after five years, it was still super scary.

The muscles in her face stiffened. When she spoke, she’d lost the lift in her voice. “No one is following me.”

“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,

Grace tied a piece of twine into a bow around the daisies and balanced the bouquet carefully, so the flowers would hide the death date on the gravestone. She had purposely left the dash between the life and death dates visible. She wanted to see the tiny etching in which her aunt’s life was supposed to have taken place, not that any one person’s life could be fit into a dash. However, in the whole scheme of things, maybe their lives were just a bunch of dashes.

Jing-Mei Woo and her mother are the major characters in Amy Tan’s “Two Kinds.” The two have a complicated mother-daughter relationship at the beginning of the story, but later, as an adult, Jing-Mei realizes the intentions of her mother. “Two Kinds” is told from Jing-Mei’s point of view as a mature adult who is reflecting on her childhood. Jing-Mei’s thoughts and feelings are revealed, but she and her mother, the antagonist, have conflictingly opposite desires. Jing-Mei’s mother desires for her daughter to live the American dream and become an obedient “prodigy” child by forcing many prestigious tasks upon her, although Jing-Mei desires to please her mother, she wants live a normal life and chooses to rebel against her mother’s wishes.

The short story “Two Kinds” written by Amy Tan uses many literacy devises in it such as conflict, foil, syntax, point of view, setting, and theme. These literary devices help show the conflict in the story between the daughter and mother and there cultural difference in being Chinese and a Chinese-American. The first two literary devices to talk about go together which are conflict and foil. Conflict being the mother wanting something different then what the daughter wants for herself.

But soon found he had no intention of leaving her wanting. The moment he pushed into her body she moaned loudly, her head leaned back and her hands gripped at his shoulders. "Ahh....god yesah," Dizzy tugged her body up and wrapped her other leg up and around Fallen's waist. She trusted he could support her weight, and gave into the way he felt buried deep within her aching body. "Fuck, I love that." she smiled as her eyes finally opened and met Fallen's once