Bleak Expression: A Short Story

Later that day one of my good friends waltzed up to me and whispered, “Abby, I heard two senior girls talking about you today at the lunch table.” Of course, I was eager to hear what they had to say, but

Adversity hit me at an early age. At three years old, my mother became ill, she decided to peregrinate to those deep antique Turkish baths on the outskirt of the mansion to revive herself in sultry steamy natural water, so she can feel good and salubrious again. To my hurt, those places are not built for minor kids. At the request of my father, my mother took me with her. This huge architectural structure gave me the creeps. In addition to that I found myself left in the alcove of this mural square with deep natural rectangular shape space. In the center of this place, merges sultry a steamy source of natural dihydrogen monoxide that holds a myth for years as a miracle remedy for the body and heart. It was plenary of women relishing the relaxing

I was in the middle school, so was this girl. This petite, quiet, studious Asian girl. All I knew about her was that she was in my class as I was in hers, and that she lived down the street from me. “She is such a suck up!” I kept thinking to myself. I wanted to be my favorite teacher’s favorite student. However, this was difficult at the time because I was young, competitive, and selfish. Before I knew it, this girl was doing all of the errands for my favorite teacher. I was not happy about this. Two years fly by, I had never held a conversation with this young girl who had been the “teacher’s pet” back in sixth grade. However, when eighth grade rolled around, I was assigned to sit next to this petite, quiet, studious Asian girl in my history class. After about a week or so into school, I began to find myself conversing with her everyday, uncontrollably laughing with her about everything, and walking home from school with her being that she was my next door neighbor. I had judged this girl from her physical appearance because of what I had thought I knew about Asian people in society from the way society had generally treated them. I found out that this petite, quiet, studious Asian girl who was that snobby, stuck up, teacher’s pet was no where near the person that she truly is. She is not quiet, nor snobby, nor stuck up, but she is my best

Romance novels are typically based in a set pattern and Karen van der Zee’s A Secret Sorrow is no exception. Meanwhile, in Gail Godwin’s “A Sorrowful Woman”, the romance aspect is not nearly as focused on. While A Secret Sorrow is a nice, easy romance novel, the short story “A Sorrowful Woman” is a much better example of literature, and portrays a much more unique message. The two stories differ greatly when compared by their theme, by the role of motherhood and children, and by how they are written.

I had arrived at my destination- a lot sooner than I wanted to. I hurried in the classroom to get the best seat, which was always in the back row by a window. The professor walked in with an energy that I had never encountered before. She carried herself with an air of confidence. She spoke with certainty. She introduced herself and dove right into the first lesson before the first five minutes of class were even over. She informed us that today we would be introducing ourselves to the entire class. I could feel myself becoming nauseous. My hands started shaking and my mind started sorting through a million cliché facts about myself. I could not seem to think of my favorite color at the moment. I am an average, boring, normal eighteen-year-old girl who has a crippling fear of public speaking. That is as far as I got before I heard the professor call my

I attended school regularly, associating myself with the same group of friends. Social statues were not yet established at such a young age, although there was one girl in my class named Shanese who nobody ever seemed to associate themselves with. She was new to the school; quiet, unobtrusive and she always seemed to have a melancholy attitude. Similarly to many other students in the class, I disregarded Shanese and continued with my normal activities until one day when I decided to pursue my curiosity about this discreet girl. It was time for recess, and I told my other friends to go to the swings without me. Instead of following them, I made an effort to introduce myself to Shanese and invite her to the see-saw with me. She agreed, with a seemingly uncertain response, most likely because nobody had ever approached her in such a way. As we silently made our way through the tire pellets to

The artifact that we have chosen to present is the zipper. -Trey “A zipper, zip, fly, or zip fastener, formerly known as a clasp locker, is a commonly used device for binding the edges of an opening of fabric or other flexible materials, like on a garment or a bag.” -wikipedia -Caleb

After a series of announcements about cardiac screenings and where to buy gym clothes, the Instructional Coordinator finally projected the three offerings for the students not signed up for one of the new specialized P.E. courses.The first choice was out immediately because there was no way I would pay to

I walk to the kitchen and everybody is eating breakfast like nothing had happened last night. Maiguru was sitting with Babamukuru like nothing had happened. That is ajabu but I just need to realize this was none of my job or business to intervene or bring up the situation. I sit right next to Nyasha and just like any meal here I am welcomed to so many different types of food and flavoring. No matter how long I stay here I will still be amazed by the assortment. The tension between Nyasha and her father was so thick that you could cut a knife through it. Everybody sat in silence except for Babamukuru and Maiguru who were having small talk about what their plan is for the day. As I am eating my toast Babamukuru asks me “so how has school been?” I look up shocked by his question because I never thought he would actually care. But it makes sense that he would want to know since I was here to take my brother's spot and get an education. I give him a blank stare for a moment and finally answered “Really good I am enjoying my time here and am glad to get an education”. “That is good,” Babamakurus says. Nyasha looks right at me like she can see right through me almost as if I was glass she knew I was lying right through my

Jerry has company, Gerard who has been around Jerry from elementary school days; they meet at the beginning of the third grade, from them knowing each other Chemistry works in them friendship they like to do the same things and sometimes they seem to think the same at same time, they never fight between them, Gerard likes to start the fire on Jerry and likes to hide when there is a troubled time, this night is with Jerry they both are on the way to see Gaear and Carl to hires both, to kidnap Jerry´s wife; Jerry and Gerard walk in, they have a seat at Carl´s table, and he is ready to preach about time meeting but, Gerard gave him a deep look and Carl just clears throat, and he asks “ did you bring the car? Gerard again look at him in the same way, and one more time Carl change his way, I mean if you were available, Jerry answer yes you bet a brand new Ciera. Carl said, Have a seat I am Carl Showalter and this is my associated Gaear Grimsrud. Jerry introduces Gerard “how are you doing” So, we all set on this thing? Why would not be? Carl responses, Gerard again send a look to Carl and tell “we will keep and on you guys”, Gerard just to stay clear, you have to kidnap Jerry´s wife, no questions ask, Carl it does not make any sense. Jerry tries to say something “It is not me pay….

As I approached the kitchen I could hear my parents talking as usual. One step in revealed a teenage girl. I could just imagine the sparks in my brain, desperately trying to connect the dots short circuiting me into a long look. With a silver spoon sticking out of mouth and a piece of cereal falling from her lips she finally met my eyes. She held my gaze, her irises were stationary on mine. Staring had become our only form of communication. It was a contest and winning seemed to be the only thing that mattered. Although she seemed to look through me, like my face was transparent as if she was fascinated by something marveling behind me. Her heavy eyelids rested on mine, slowed to an effect that was both soft and harsh. Her lips didn't form a smile, but titled as if they meant to as she attempted to swallow. After a few seconds she turned her head back to her food as if I had never appeared.

Mrs. B says that we can have a free day to do whatever we want since we did exceptionally well on a test yesterday. I choose to read a book; some of the girls in class decide to have a conversation with the teacher, during which they bring up seating arrangements at lunch. “I want to sit with my boyfriend, but he doesn’t want to come sit with me and the girls. He wants me to sit with him and his teammates,” one of the girls

Edgar Allan Poe - Mr. Pessimistic Some people always look at the bad side of things instead of the good side. This is called pessimism. Edgar Allan Poe could be recognized as the king of pessimism. He is known for his tales of the mysterious and macabre. His dark and twisted works are filled with pessimism. Poe was a person who had faced many troubling experiences throughout his life. To escape from his saddened world, Poe drank and wrote short stories and poems with a pessimistic outlook. Being a pessimist is what made Poe such a great and creative writer. He brought out his dark side in his work. It seems that all of his stories and poems are laced with pessimism. Pessimism was like Poe’s warm blanket. He had a sad life, which

Eugene’s Mom’s Monologue I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late

First day of school for the new term, I woke up with a burning passion. I cannot wait to enrol in the art class, anxious to see the beautiful face of Miss Sophia, eager to prove my ability in Miss Rina’s subject. With all these positivity, I arrived at school twenty minutes earlier. I never this early. Skipping my breakfast at home, something called me to have it in the cafeteria of the school, I don’t know why, but that was what I did that morning. When I arrived, many students were already there, hang out at the cafe while waiting for class to begin. I prefer to sit in a corner, where I can see all the every angle clearly. Nothing really interesting beside the coffee that I sip. A group of girls then came and sat at a table near me. Five of them. Pretty. Trendy Voguish. Whatever they name it, to me it’s too much. Simply too much. But there is one of them who caught my eyes. The simplest among the other who threw me a friendly smile. I never saw her, or most likely, I never noticed. Usually, I will buy me coffee and enjoy it with a cigarette under the tree or behind the building. Conversely, I smiled back at her. A moment later, a butch came and joined the group. A new face, I'm sure, because people like me can be counted with the fingers at this school. She kissed the cheek of every girl in the group and took place next to the girl who smiled at me just now. They looked very cherish talking and occasionally bursting laughter. Tired of the noise, I took my backpack and