Missy: A Short Story

Tim Winton’s short story, ‘The Water Was Dark and it Went Forever Down’, depicts a nameless, adolescent girl who is battling the voices inside her head along with the powerful punishments at the hands of her inebriated mother. The key concerns of life and death are portrayed through the girl’s viewpoint as she compares her life with her sad, depressed mother. Anonymous as she is, the girl constantly makes an attempt to escape the outbursts, that come as a result to her mother’s drinking, by submerging herself into the water. An extended metaphor is used when expressing the girl as a machine and her will to continue surviving in her sombre life.

Like the current beneath its surface, it pulls and tugs at her soul, inviting her to its depths. Edna was attracted to the water, just the same as she was her changes. When she first begins to transition, she was chary and distant, hesitant of its mysterious qualities- she felt the same way towards the ocean. She was not sure why, but she could not resist the temptations of this new fantasy, and she could not stop herself from finding her way back to the water. In her eyes, “the voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation,” (Chopin 33). Edna felt connected to the water; in it, she reached self-actualization and encountered a side of her no one else knew existed...even herself. It was only once its potent seductions drew her in did Edna begin to see and feel the alterations swelling inside her. The true turning point and catalyst in her awakening was her ability to swim on her own. While Edna did attempt to swim before, she was never truly free- she depended on the

I would recommend this book to a friend because it is a touching love story that we can all relate to in some way. The book is about Miles Ryan who lost his wife in a car accident when they were both only in their thirties and had a young child together. Though not all of us have lost our wife in a car accident, we all have someone in our life that we love and care about deeply. This book really shows that we could lose a loved one at any time and even though at first it might be really hard to get over losing them, things do get easier. This novel is relatable and makes you wonder about what is going to happen next. This is not only a love story, but it also has a little mystery to it. Miles Ryan spends almost the whole book trying to figure

•The sight of the Atlantic ocean captivates the attention of the boys and, for a little while, allows them to forget their in the middle of a war. The shore is strange to them so they take the time to explore and enjoy it.

Her love of the ocean brings to her to awakening, the happiness and wholeness that she always longed after.

I knew the groom-to-be, but I didn’t know his fiancé very well. I thought her name was Missy. Missy sounded familiar, so that is the name I put on the card. To Paul and Missy.

The dolphin wasn’t swimming at all. It was actually riding on a cushion of water. The ship, as it moved through the ocean, pushed a wave of water ahead of it, and the dolphin was riding that wave.

As a child, the narrator overlooks his father’s volatile behavior because of his innocence and eagerness to feel wanted. During a family trip to a lake, the narrator and his mother ride on his father’s back because they are unable to swim. At one point during the swim, the father lets go of the narrator and watches as the narrator and his mother struggle not to drown. The narrator becomes attached to this memory because, ironically, it is one of his father's most notable acts of love. Despite nearly drowning, the narrator’s

The tragic end of the beautiful Andrea Gail and the fate of all the lives on that boat is yet unknown. In the meantime, my last thought at this point of the story is I’ve come to the conclusion that the more often you go out, the more likely you are to never come back. The only way to guard against these dangers is to stop rolling the dice.

I met this incredible woman late in my life. She happened to come into my life once my mom married her son. She always had something interesting to say about her life. When this paper was discussed in class I knew who exactly I was going to write about. Here is the story of Teresa Torres:

In the story we read there was a woman named MS .Jones. She had a purse that she keeps everything in it. One day she was walking alone from work then a small boy tried to steal her purse but when he pulled the purse the strap broke and he fell on his butt. So she grabbed his shirt and told him to pick up the purse and he did. Then she asked what his name he told her Roger she if he had any parents at home to teach him better he said no. She asked if he was hungry and took him to her house to cook him something to eat when they got there she made him clean his face after that she started cooking meanwhile he was just sitting in the living room waiting for her to finish cooking the food. So after a minute and asked if she needed he to get something

Jessime smirked at his master, pleased to hear that his insult had some possible truth despite due punishment. He watched the older elf sit next to him and dine on the left over boar meat, while awaiting his turn to eat. He took up the piece of boar flesh that his master tossed at his feet and began to chew on it. The slave boy nodded while eating, respectfully giving careful thought to his masters words while considering the gravity of their circumstance. It was true that Jessime didn't give much thought about long term goals, consequences, or whats best for him or even anyone else for that matter, but he had his reasons for not seeing things that way.

Teeny has been 100 pounds over weight since the first grade however her very small chicken legs make her believe she needs to gain more weight.She has very rosey cheeks on her plump baby soft face. In the middle of her rosey cheeks she has a little button nose that gets squeezed by Mrs.Mary when she sees her for it’s cuteness.Although her mother disapproves of it her damaged frizzy hair is purple and blue which is redone every other weekend.Her belly is as plump as cinderella's pumpkin and makes her wobble awkwardly whenever she runs or walks.She's constantly getting yelled at by her teacher because no matter what she seems to have lost her inside voice even when whispering.This is a really bad considering the fact that she gets embarrassed

Running at my fastest pace trying to catch my breath, I loose grasp of Abby. Looking around the bright green lawn for a brown skinned Chihuahua with light yellow/brown spots on her ears and face felt like hours. After dodging what felt like thousands of kids and adults, Abby was spotted standing near the silver rails leading to the water with the Manhattan Skyline. She was barking and chasing pigeons; therefore, almost causing her to go missing. Finally, I grabbed her and put her bright pink harness on. Searching for a 7 lbs. small Chihuahua through the Long Island City Piers felt like an eternity, but it was just 5 minutes of my life. Memories such as worrying for a loose dog running around to spending quality time with my loved ones

I take a deep breath, my nostrils are filled with the pleasant aroma of the salty sea air. This is my happy place, this is where I belong. As I sit with my freshly painted pink toes in the sand, I am overwhelmed with all that is happening around me. To my right, there is a family of four; a mother, father, and two little red headed girls that look like twins, laughing and jumping around, taking in the big world around them. The children are in their bright red and purple flowered bathing suits, running and screaming, attempting to get their toes wet in the chilly water that churns back and forth on the shore. After a few attempts they decide to run and jump full force into the crystal clear abyss, unaware of what creatures they could find if they dive deep enough.