Forced By Eudora Welty-Personal Narrative

The one drawback of being a twin is making an identity for yourself. Many assume that since we are 99.9% genetically identical, that I am the same person as him. I have to show that I am separate from my twin for my family, my peers, my teachers and others. Just because I come from the same egg as him does not mean I am a unique and separate human being. Making an identity for myself is one of my main struggles in life as I try to shine out and I have come a long way. Yes, I have a different favorite color than him, orange instead of blue. Yes, I like and dislike different foods than him. Be being proud of my accomplishments with my twin make those that I make on my own that more special. I was a Committee Chair in Youth and Government in a program area that my brother was not. I partook in the Chemistry Olympiad that my brother could not as only one person could go. These standalone activities help shape who I am, but it is my twin who had given me the marble to sculpt. I know that going to college is a big step of me branching out from my twin and I'm ready as it is coming quite

I can only recall one time in my life where I was truly alone. It was a moment of peace and quiet; the calm before the storm. It only lasted for ten minutes. After those ten meager minutes, my first ten minutes, the silence was interrupted. An intruder weaseled his way next to me. That intruder would come to be known as my twin brother. Our twin status became a label that has persisted through seventeen years and is often met with an expression of disbelief or apparent confusion. Fraternal twins are not uncommon, yet people still react as if they have seen a unicorn, or quite frankly, two. We constantly get poked and asked if the other feels it, and are tested to see if we can read each other’s minds. For the record, I don’t feel his pain, but occasional twin telepathy has definitely happened. Regardless, I don’t feel special for being “just a twin”, because this has always been my life. I have been and always will be a fraternal twin.

Eudora Welty's first novel, The Robber Bridegroom, is a combination of fantasy and reality while exploring the duality of human nature, time, and the word man lives in. The union of legend, Mississippi history and Grimms' fairy tales create an adult dream world. Every character in the story has little insight to themselves and how they relate to the world around them. The antics of Mike Fink, the Harps, the bandits, and the Indians closely relate to Mississippi folklore. The blending of actual history and pure fantasy create a much richer form of entertainment. Mike Fink was an American frontiersman who is said to have beaten Davy Crockett in a shooting contest. The Harpe brothers were

If you were given a decision to do a certain activity for the rest of your life what would it be? This is called passion, doing something you love in any circumstance. In this excerpt from Welty’s autobiography, One Writer’s Beginnings Welty expresses her passion for reading by expresses her childhood. Comparing her school librarian with super villains or monsters. She incorporates her mother who is a mentor throughout her whole childhood.

I wake up, my head pushed against a desk and I wonder where I am. Who am I today? A vague memory of a bet comes to mind.

The vacuum cleaner roared, overpowering Eleanore Farrell’s confusing thoughts. Shaped like a silver bullet, heavy to maneuver, and loud enough to drown out the roar of a 747, Ellie figured it was built around the time of the first rocket launch. It certainly looked like something from outer space. Every week as she cleaned the house she and her grandmother had shared, Ellie had tried to convince her to replace the monstrosity. But her grandmother’s words echoed in her mind, “If isn’t broke, why replace it.”

When the nude blonde turned over onto her stomach, Joshua patiently waited for her wrists to cross. After Ellie succeeded and complied, Joshua leaned down to press a kiss from his rough lips onto her soft face as another sign of assurance. After retracting his lips, Joshua squeezed her hands and fingers with his own before applying the rope. Slowly and meticulously, Joshua began wrapping the rope around her wrists beginning at the top and pulling down with more force than usual when he reached the downwards part of the wrapping. Every length of rope was pressed firmly against the last strand during each rotation without any space left in-between. Joshua lost count how many tutorials and videos he watched on tying someone up. It served him well as his work was being well done but not without error. The male had to stop a couple times to readjust the rope after going off track. For the most part, though, he did well and felt pleased.

They both loved horror movies and I was very afraid of watching anything scary. Once I became accustomed to watching horror movies and understood that they were fiction, I no longer had a problem with watching them. To this day, one of my favorite things to do is to watch horror movies. Furthermore, rollercoasters and swimming in the ocean were overwhelming activities for me . That all changed, now there is no coaster I will not ride and no wave in the ocean I will not dive

The story took place around the late 1950 early 1960 about a girl growing up with autism. As she visited one summer to her uncle's farm in Arizona she fell in love with animals. Later when she grew up, she designed a safer and more humane way for slaughter plant. But there came bumps in the road because of her autism.

After waking from a full fifteen hours of dreamless slumber, Diana Martin sat straight up and then opened her light blue eyes. Raising her arms high above her head, she generously stretched her pale, slender, well-rested body. Stirring atop the smooth granite platform, she watched the sun glow burnt orange as it slid beneath the horizon. While tracing her fingertips over the cool stone structure that supported her, she thought about how much she missed the red silk sheets of her Victorian-style bed back home, for they virtually hid the blood expressed by her victims, in particular, the ones she feasted on just before bedtime. The flow of warm, thick hemoglobin into her body always helped her sleep so soundly.

This leads to my next survival-as-a-twin issue- we are constantly mistaken for one another. Despite my height and weight advantage, I am confronted almost daily with being called “Drew.” Stopping

Henri disregarded his doubtful thoughts, and reluctantly, he strided into the village. His limp was beginning to fade. Lucy’s head cocked back to him, and her tail began to wag. She ran towards him, and knocked him over. He grinned, and let out a small laugh. His eyes raised, and the villagers were walked towards him, and he could clearly see that their hands were rested upon holsters.

Once upon a time, there were three boys who were very, eerily similar. They were almost exactly the same. In fact, you could even call them doppelgangers. Anyone who didn’t know better would’ve thought that they were triplets. Their names were Me, Myself, and I. They were somehow linked, in a way. You could even call it some sort of telepathy. Sometimes, they would randomly feel each other’s pain. Me, Myself, and I didn’t even know about each other’s existence, until one fateful day.

Today when I went to P.E, the coach said that I will be doing a floor routine, so I practiced and practiced and could not get it. Later that day, at school, Hailey was walking through the hallways with her best friend Monica(12). “Hi Hailey how was your weekend?” said, Monica. “It was good and yours?”. During class, A’lisha and her friends was talking about gymnastics. Hailey was thinking about how she could not land her floor routine. Later, when class was about to start Hailey and Monica was talking to the coach for a moment and Hailey ask coach can she help her practice and he said “yes” and they went to class. After class ended, Hailey went to go practice, but still could not do it and she tried harder every time. Later at home, Hailey asked her parents may they please take her to the gym? they said later. So

For years I have been fascinated by that mysterious quirk of nature called twins. In my family, there are several sets of identical twins, and I have always concentrated on their similarities. I did not realize that identical twins also have many differences. My identical twin cousins, Sue and Heidi, appear to be perfect mirror images. They love to dress alike. They can feel each other's pain. They sound alike and can complete each other's sentences. But upon taking a closer look, I have found that they are as different as day and night. Aside from Sue and Heidi's outward characteristics, they possess several distinguishing traits that allow them to be viewed as two separate, independent