Aunt Sarah's Ecstasy: A Narrative Fiction

In “Selections from Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other,” Sherry Turkle explores the implications of many different psychological phenomenon that humans have when reacting to computers that have life-like characteristics such as Tamagotchis and Furbies. One of the specific psychological processes Turkle describes involves a shift between “a psychology of projection to a new psychology of engagement” with these machines (Turkle, 470). In “The Ecstasy of Influence: A Plagiarism,” Jonathan Lethem talks about the differences between the gift and market economies. Turkle’s psychologies of projection and engagement significantly impact Lethem’s gift and market economies.

Turning on the tv she was surprised to see on the news that an avenged murderer was on the loose. The lady on the news said it's best if people secure all windows and doors as a safety hazard. With the dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window and locked each of them one by one. She kept reassuring herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog and that her parents would be home shortly anyways. So Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for her to go to bed.

Sara walked quickly to Amira’s room. Before turning on the light, she asked Amira to point at what she saw. When Sara turned on the light, she showed Amira that it was just her raincoat hanging on the door. “Go to sleep now,” Sara said gently. “It’s just your raincoat, silly.”

As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her

The doorbell rang and John walked away from Sarah grinning. He grabbed Painted Girl’s arm and dragged lead her to the door. Quickly he opened the door but he faltered when he gazed at its

“At least you can get your power to work a little bit. The whole time we worked on my clairvoyance and all I saw was a charcoal abyss of blackness,” Echo said.

I sit in front of Sarah, a body covered in a large yellow sheet. I asked her Why Sarah? Why? I knew in my head she was not going to answer this, but my heart was still convinced that we could have one last

Sarah, Your Story Part 1 Video was intriguing and your overall theme centered on independence and tenacity. Sarah described her experience growing up home school, and how her experience prepared her to become successful in college. Sarah had trouble in Math, just like many people, but her troubles did not prevent her from passing her class; therefore, Sarah’s perseverance in math was an example of tenacity. Also, Sarah described in detail how her love of books originated. She read books that was on the state of New Mexico’s banned reading list; so, Sarah asserted her independence. Another example of her tenacity is when Sarah started a job as a temporary employee in San Diego, and through hard work and determination Sarah now is a permanent

Suddenly, the rusty door starts to open. When Sally saw Aunt Sarah’s hideous face,she started to scream. “AHHH,”

Until I came to the door, knocked on it and told her she must leave immediately. The lady grabbed her medications and address book, but was forced, Reluctantly, to leave everything else behind, Including her cane and family photos. " I’m glad that I was forced to leave”, said the lady. “I could hear the river wall breaking as I drove away”. That night the lady’s house flooded.

It was later in the day, near time for all to pack up and go home, when shouts rang through the mill. A blur of green, a cloud of red barreling through the mill. "Stop!" The men shouted, trying to catch the panicked, running girl. Her face was ashen, mottled with red and wet with sweat and tears. Eyes hardly seeing. A splash of wet red across her green dress. "She's hurt, catch her!" Hands reached out but the shrill scream when they near caught her made the men

Hands trembling, heartbeat throbbing in my ears, I stood in front of the class and opened my mouth to speak. All that came out was a shaky breath. Oh no, I thought, this is not really happening. I looked up at my audience and felt my cheeks flush. “Umm… May I have the line, please?”

I’d become so consumed with thoughts of uncertainty, regarding Margaret’s antics, and whether I should adhere to my body’s urge to trail her, that I nearly became disconnected from the physical realm; and, if it wasn’t for the indignant roars of thunder, it’s quite possible that I would have remained, there, for hours. Promptly after coming to, however, the entirety of my body began to shiver. Each raindrop felt to be swelling with time, and I immediately wished to act on the situation, but my mind questioned how. I questioned how angry she would be with me, considering how she responded to even the minutest attempts of humor or to accompany her, and questioned whether it would truly be worth the

Sometimes, when I was little, I would daydream as I watched my mother sew dresses and prepare meals. I would just sit on a little wooden stool quietly and look up to the ceiling with my head swaying, and I would dream.

It had been 6 weeks since Grayson had been released from the hospital and in those 6 weeks she hadn’t really gotten better. Her angry had intensified, her mother had lost weight trying to deal with the mood swings that came Grayson at random times in the day. And, now she was once again cowering from the physical therapist. “GRAYSON ALAINA MORGAN PARKER! KNOCK YOUR SHIT OFF RIGHT HIS SECOND.” Sarah Morgan - Parker screamed from the other side of the room as she took a step into the room rushing over to her daughter's side. IF it was something was Sarah was good at it was getting her daugther to do what she needed to do including if it meant she had to become the rude bitch everyone knew that Sarah could be. “I want kota, I want kota!” Grayson