How To Write A Story Chapter 1

Mattie hurried over and helped pull the old wooden box out of the hole. “We should bring this back to the house so that Papa can pry it open,” Mattie said.

In the beginning of the book, Pink opens with an analogy. He uses the success of Wikipedia vs the failure of Encarta. He talks about Motivation 2.0 which was an upgrade to what drove people in contrast to the nature urges our caveman ancestors practiced. Motivation 2.0 was based on a rewards and punishment philosophy and led us into the industrial and economic eras. Then a businessman and entrepreneur during the industrial age came up with the idea that in the workforce, everyone was part of a well-oiled machine and each person was rewarded for a job well done or disciplined for a poor job. Carrots and sticks is what this system was referred to as the carrots represented the reward dangling in front of the worker and the stick used to punish the worker. Near the middle of the 20th century, scholars and psychologist found that workers were becoming dissatisfied in the workplace and the carrot and

"Honestly Aspen! You 're still sleeping, we have to be at the Weasley 's by noon!" I groaned and sat up.

She thought: I have some questions and concerns for you, Malcolm James and his gaze flicked

“I can’t leave you here, we have to do something!” I shouted at him, clueless as to what I could do to save my best friend..

“Open that door and save th-” the general said while extending his hand with a key

Finn sighed and glared at her jokingly. “You guys, the doors jammed. We can’t get out!”

Yuffie and Leon reached a stopping point outside the bailey of Ansem's castle where Tifa waited. She was melodically tapping her foot on the ground and had an unusually drawn out expression—a clear sign they took too long for her liking. "You guys sure took your time, I thought I'd had to come get you myself," She said, sounding as pissed as she looked.

Jake Fontaine didn't want to visit the ranch—didn't want to voice the words, but he trudged up the steps to his grandfather's porch, the rough-hewn planks echoing his arrival. Near the front door, two spit-bottom chairs leaned against the clapboard siding. He hesitated and removed his hat. The sweltering July breeze fanned his bloodstained shirt, and its sickly sweet stench stabbed at his guilt.

The lawyer squinted through the dark as Hyde thought. Contemplative, then shocked, then having reached some inner resolve, Hyde sighed and thrust out a hand for the clove.

"The Vale?" Joella asked her father at breakfast three days after their talk. Tywin had told Joella along with Jaime and Cersei that Jon Arryn had agreed to have Joella fostered at the Eyrie, along with two other boys. Robert Baratheon, heir to Storm's End, and Eddard Stark, the second son of Lord Rickard Stark, Warden of the North. Joella was looking forward to her time in the Eyrie, she knew there would be times where she would come home on her father's words, but that would be a go time to see Tyrion.

Summer dragged on long and slow for the Wickster children. They had spent most of their summer lounging around the house, cleaning, and watching tv. Most of the work they did was chores as a punishment for wrecking the house when they had Miss Foster as a babysitter. They thought they didn’t need her and decided to do what they wanted while she slept on the couch, resulting in their punishment.

The young woman nodded but kept her eyes averted. “He…he…he said we might be able to help. That ye needed this. He wanted to pay, but we insisted a visit with the king was an honor. He forced payment on us anyway.” She trembled a little. “Can ye tell me what we did wrong? I havena been doing this all that long.”

The evening before, Kendrick asked Aileana to spend the day with him. He told her he wanted to show her Scotland’s bonnie highland countryside. He wanted to spend the time to get to know her better. She thought that would be a wonderful idea and she would be ready the next morning for their little adventure.

Jeremiah turned a corner and started running faster, pushing me along with him. My hair flew into my face and I could barely see the road ahead. I was clinging to the sides of the shopping cart with one hand, and holding the bag of stolen goods close with the other. I gulped as we came to the familiar bridge, the mall security guards still chasing us. "Ok, uh...Get out of the cart!" He told me, helping me out and pushing the shopping cart toward the guards.