Die: A Short Story

The world is on fire. I crouch in the small interior of a vessel. Watching in disbelief as everything burns. I shall tell you what I know of how this tragedy came to be.

A big man took me by the arm and pulled me to the door. “We don’t serve niggers.” He said.” They were all stripped of their dignity, hope and faith.

He says “You can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line” . He choses to say this particular line with this type of language because he knows that we all have thought this way about people. Wallace adds “Maybe she’s not usually like this. Maybe she’s been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer”. He makes his audience understand that our lives are frustrating

The most important aspect of the Latin American culture has everything to do with honor. Women have the biggest responsibility when it comes to honor. Losing your honor might undoubtedly portray as the worst deed in this culture. In a Chronicle of a Death Foretold the author Gabriel Marquez demonstrates the horrifying actions taken when losing one’s honor. The purpose of this paper is to analyze the events that occurred in the novel and compare them to the same the culture and also the outcomes of going against your religion in different cultures.

“I don’t care! I don’t want to see you with that nigger!” he yelled, veins bulging out of his head. I was speechless. Her dad looks at me with his menacing eyes and screamed, “Well get out of here you nigger!”

“You look nice today, Y/N.” He tried. Were you hearing the boy right? Did Warren Worthington just attempt to say something nice to you? He couldn’t possibly be nice to you, you two don’t get along; no matter how hard you tried.

"Can't you just sit somewhere else?" He said. Okay this guy was pissing me off. Well, he didn’t really do anything wrong, but when you have as short of a temper as I do, it doesn’t take

As a manager, I will explain the customer that the associate wants him or her to know the best deal for the day and the new items that he or she might be interested in.

I sat down at my desk, picking at my mustache while I gave her a minute to calm down, I then told her

“ No probs man. I will do anything for you and I also wanted to see this trainwreck,” Aaron said, laughing. “ And trust me this will be a trainwreck. Nate, can you come here for a second,” Wade said, gesturing Nate to come over. “ Yes Mr.Jones,” Nate said,shivering. “ Nate, for the last time you can call me Wade. You earned enough respect to call me Wade,” Wade said. Mr. Jones reminded him of his good for nothing, always drunk father. Wade still remembers his dad and how he treated others . “ Trudy, get your ass up and make me a sandwich,” Arthur said, drinking his beer. Arthur was sitting down in his favorite recliner,drinking his beer. Trudy walked out of the kitchen with a plate in her hand. “ Arthur,please don’t curse in front of your son,” Trudy said. Little five year old, Wade was on a beat up rug,playing with a torn up teddy bear. “ I don’t give a shit about that mistake. I always tell you to leave him somewhere. Where is my sandwhich,bitch?” Arthur said. Trudy gave him his sandwich and Arthur bit into it. Suddenly, Arthur spit the sandwich on Wade and threw his plate at him. “ What wrong, Arthur,” Trudy said, waiting for an answer. Arthur inhaled and exhaled and got up from his chair. He walked to the small table and kneel down. He grab a kilo divider and sniffed white stuff. He got back up and moved towards Trudy . Arthur exhaled and quickly slapped trudy in the face. Trudy went down and Wade started to cry. “ I told you I hate lettuce,” Arthur said,hitting her in the face. “ Mistake,stop crying or I will whip you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to breath,” Arthur said. Suddenly Wade stopped crying. “ You two come up stairs,” Arthur said, urging them to come over. Trudy picked up Wade and walked up stairs. They walked all the way into the master bedroom. Arthur opened the door and urged them to walk in front of him and hde suddenly locked the door. “ Wade, sit down in that chair and

‘The hell with that,’ I said.” Richard is doing supposedly sinful things, but he doesn’t care because it’s in his nature to question unknown things, such as religion, and to go on his own path. Richard’s nature doesn’t allow him to naturally accept the fact that he should be treated less than human, just because of his race. A man that works the elevator at Richard’s work, Shorty, is very witty, and takes pride in his race. He happily accepts being treated like an abused dog by the white men for very little money.

Due to our decreases in sales, we will be introducing a strategy known as personal customer service. This strategy will give Dollar Workouts a brighter future not for just itself, but our employees, as well as a competitive advantage over other surrounding gyms. We will be working together, to become very competitive. If our sales continue to decrease at a 2.2% rate a month we will not be able to maintain the gyms bills, as well as your pay. No need to panic, customer personal experience has been proven to increase sales in many businesses. I have looked over how we could manage to implement personal customer service to its full effect; many creative ways have sparked a

Traditionally, women have been known as the less dominant sex. They have been stereotyped as being only housewives and bearers of the children. Many interesting characters in literature are conceived from the tension women have faced with men. This tension is derived from men; society, in general; and within a woman herself. Kate Chopin‘s short story, “The Story of an Hour”, focus on a woman’s dilemma near the turn of the 19th century. Contradicting the “normal” or sad assumption of death, “The Story of an Hour” illustrates the significance of death representing freedom. The Story narrates about an hour of Louise Mallard’s life, as she tries to understand, and deal with her feelings of her husbands death.

“I’m glad I caught you before you closed. I wanted to know if you had this dress or something like it.” He retrieved his cell phone out of his pocket. As I walked closer to him, all I could do was admire this man’s beauty. He showed me a picture of a pink lace front dress from the collection that’s arriving

On one beautiful tuesday morning I had no idea my life was about to change.