Jetliner by Naoshi Koriyama

Mother Tongue is a story that describes how Amy Tan’s mother was treated unfairly because of her “broken English”. As the second generation of Chinese immigrants, Tan faces more problems than her peers do. Her mom, who speaks “limited” English, needs Tan to be her “translator” in order to communicate with the native English speakers. Tan has felt ashamed of her mother “broken” language at first. She then contemplates her background affected her life and her study. However, she changes her thought at the end since she realizes things behind language might be more valuable than language itself sometimes. Through the various different literary devices and rhetorical strategies such as the ethos, pathos, and logos appeals, as well as a

Even up to the year 2016, several hundred years after Christian missionaries and Japanese Christian converts had been persecuted in Japan (日本), there resides a complete total of under one percent of Christians living within Japan, which possesses a population 126,354,292 people. It is quite a different story in China (中国) however. The amount of Christians present in current day China is somewhere between two to three percent of the whole population, which reaches 1,381,537,308 people. China’s Christian population is also developing much more rapidly that Japan’s Christian population. Why is this the case exactly?

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

“One ticket to Oxford, England,” I grunted to the clerk. I boarded my plane with only three things: Doc’s knife, a tattered sack of money I earned from the mines, and a hunger to become the welterweight champion of the world. I had been working in the mines for three years now and had made quite a bit of money for myself. I made my way to my seat and waited for takeoff. My chest began to burn as my heart thumped wildly. I had never been on a plane before. The engines began to vibrate as

Some believe that birds help express spiritual freedom and psychological liberation with the different colors of birds that are associated with various meanings; specifically the yellow bird means you should keep your guard up. In the novel, The Yellow Birds by Kevin Powers, John Bartle becomes guarded and isolated because of his internal battles created by his experiences from war. Bartle struggles with the lack of control he has over the events that happen to him in during his time in the military. He fights with his helplessness when he tries to transition to his lifestyle at home. He also cannot control how he changes as a person. When we think of war we think of the physical damage we see on the exterior but what we cannot see is the psychological damage in the interior of a person.

“Fall Down 7 Times, Get up 8”, is a group of short articles written by an autistic, young, Japanese man by the name Naoki Higashida. The writer, Naoki, is famous for his book, “The Reason I Jump”, which has reached international audience that has seen it being translated into up to 30 languages. Naoki, who is autistic, has been able to harness his skill in writing and speak on behalf of the other people living with autism. He explains his position as an autistic person and the challenges he’s had to face when growing up. On completing junior school, he declined going to high school or following the path that would easily be followed by ‘normal’ people. He decided to concentrate on his writing.

Native Son, a book written by Richard Wright is a novel that was written during the 1930’s where racism was at its’ highest peak. Wright focuses on the mistreatment and stereotypes of an African- American during this time and he explores that idea in his book throughout the main character, Bigger Thomas. Bigger Thomas, a twenty- year old African- American lives with his mother, and two siblings in a one-room apartment on the Southside of Chicago, with the ambition of becoming better, but yet knowing that that is not a selection for him to do. He is given the job of being a chauffeur for the Dalton family, discovering how uncomfortable it is to be near them, especially their daughter Mary Dalton, who tries to be friendly towards Bigger. This

Quiet and reverent, no music in the car, following the direction of the GPS carefully, his mind was well set. It was six in the morning. The outside was still dark. Every other vehicle he could see was a rocket. Every other sound he heard besides his own car’s was a rocket’s explosion. This rocket jubilee began turning to a bitterness when the direction of the GPS changed, and he got on a road with no lights, the darkness was not yet eradicated completely. It was no more a town but a road in the middle of the bush. The only light showing the

It was a crisp and cool morning. There was a fresh layer of shimmering dew over the bright green grass. The air was refreshing when she breathed it in and stepped into the early morning air. There were birds singing in the trees, and she could feel the earth come to life when the bright sun rose from beyond the trees. This was a day of travel and adventure. She had packed her suitcase to the brim with a foray of multicolored clothes, and she was ready to begin her long trip. Knowing she might be late, she got in her smooth running navy blue Lexus and began her trip to the large and buzzing with life airport. She was excited, because to fly is one of the most exciting yet sobering experiences one could witness firsthand.

In english there were five texts read about bonds between humans and either animals or other people. One of the texts was Monkey See, Monkey Do, Monkey Connect by de Waal. The second text was When Mr.Pirzada Came to Dine by Jhumpa Lahiri. Lastly, The Grasshopper and the Bell Cricket by Yasunari Kawabata.

Emma Henderson yawned and rubbed her eyes as she stepped off the plane at Leonardo Da Vinci airport in Rome. Her vision was still a little fuzzy from leaving her contacts in during the flight. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder, and let out a sigh of relief as she walked down the airbridge that lead to the airport. There was nothing she hated more than airplanes, and she hadn’t been able to sleep at all during the eight hour flight from the U.S. Every time she began to drift off, the little kid behind her would jam his feet into the back of her seat, or the lady in the row across from her would rattle off yet another loud complaint. She was definitely glad it was over.

As I age fourteen,stared out the jumbo jets window at the ice forming on the ice forming on the wing of the plane then onto the puffy white cloud tops and mesmerizing blue sky. I looked back on the events which transpired over the last week. The fighting with my brother, the heated arguments with my father, and the death of my grandfather. The thoughts were perplexing and eventually I was overtaken by sleep.The turbulence shook me awake and the announcement coming

He needs to pass through the gates of hell. They are guarded and shut. He states the purpose of his journey to explore, and after some difficulty he is allowed to pass through with the help of Chaos who is the power of that place. He is then on his way to the new world that he is seeking.

With clear emerald eyes illuminating with enthusiasm, the young child’s face bursts with happiness, showering down like rain as the sweet taste of excitement lingers in the air as he chases around his siblings whilst tugging on his parents’ arms. They are drained from the child’s constant yelling and their heavy eyes slowly alter to a dark shade of cerulean and fill with extreme fatigueness. Their eyes gradually begin to shut, however much they long to stay wide open. Across the parents, the two teenagers are like robots; their shoulders are slouched as they drag their feet, one step at a time, to the nearest seat, as they stay glued to their phones, unaware of the world around them. The innocent child then moves his attention to the panes of glass beside him, his eyes fill with enlightenment as he gazes at the plane outside, observing every inch of detail, in fascination. The wheels on the plane begin to take off the concrete floor. Once the plane begins to flee, disappearing into the skies above; the boy feels a sense of freedom come over him. Suddenly, the parents’ sense of hearing heightens as they hear an announcement call from the corner of the airport, informing all passengers of their flight to board. Grabbing the young child by the hand, the parents finally stand up ready to go. Their once excitement for their weekend break disappears as they dread the chaos that their young will cause aboard.

I lay in my hollow empty shell of a room as I look at the clock tick away so loud that I felt it in my hands. I knew all those nights of staying up late anticipating the day to arrive like a child awaiting to open Christmas presents had finally come. We stumbled our ways into the bus with two bags two are names and a metal instrument of defense by our side. Mindless chatter arose in the bus, I began to stare out the window as I watched sons say goodbye to their dads, Wives to their husbands, and husbands to their wives. Senseless communication like one that you would make with a stranger at a coffee shop waiting to place your over priced coffee order. The wheels began to roll and the sun began to set. As we pulled up to the tarmac everything fell silent as if someone had set the world on mute. We ambled our way across the tarmac and all you could hear is boots rubbing on the cold wet gravel. Ample seating available on flight as we knew that it was not one for leisure. The wheels came up we zoomed skyward and a gloomy day turned upside down as we broke through the crowds into a vast sunny place that seemed to make everything alright in the world for that moment.