Monalouge: A Short Story

Conflicting Cultures in Gish Jen's Mona in the Promised Land Novels that illustrate a confrontation between disparate cultures provide particularly straightforward insights into basic human behavior. Characters confronted with a cultural conflict must explore basic human commonalities to breach the gap between the cultures. In doing so, one diminishes the differences between her culture and the unknown culture, ultimately bringing her closer to her raw humanity. Simultaneously, this sets the stage for countless sociological case studies that may illuminate important human behaviors that are otherwise masked by the bias of a dominating culture. A prime subject for She decides to define herself as an American in rebellious response to Matsumoto's request that she become Japanese. In doing so, she tries to distance herself from her parents' Chinese heritage so that she may be more American. The best way to achieve this, as Chang

Her eyes were blinded by the sight of the lightning. Margot stepped slowly out of the closet. She looked at all of her so called “friends” thinking of why they did this to her. She thought, “What did I do to them to deserve this?” She had never shoved their

Dorothy Allison's voice is one of authenticity, experience, and wisdom. This is apparent in her recounts of her mother's death and rape by her abusive stepfather as a child. She uses her storytelling as a way of sorting out her inner demons and memories of her broken life, “the [story] I wish I could make you hear,” as she says, because “the need to tell [her] story was terrible and persistent, and [she] needed to say it bluntly and cruelly, to use all those words, those old awful tearing words” (39, 42). She strives to get to the root of her own unresolved issues and, by her own admission, “[works] to make you believe [her]”:

Considering that Andy was the one that was driving on the day of Robbie’s death. Andy’s couldn’t with the guilt of knowing that he was alive and not his best friend Robbie. Andy had always thought that he should had been the one that had died after all Robbie had a bright future ahead of him in basketball. He tried talking to a counselor but nothing help him get over his best friends death. Friends and family helped Andy throughout the whole situation giving him all the love and support he needed. However that was not enough for Andy which made him decide to commit suicide. At the same time that Andy ended his life the people who cared about him were trying to get to him and helping him turn around his life and continue going on through life. This conflict could had been resolved if only they would had not gone out that night or if they hadn't been drinking and driving. Andy would have saved his family and friends a lot of the pain of knowing that he killed himself and couldn’t hendeld the trama of the accident. As well as changing the lifes of everyone he cared and loved as an example of that Monty Andy’s little brother life change as off they moved houses he getts more attention and hs parents got

Simone Simon could never forget the day the tall, burly Baltimore county policeman, named Jim Barclay, pounded on the family's front door in Sparks, Maryland. It was Saturday, October 13th, 2000. The interruption came without warning, propelling the household into a state of perpetual turmoil. The time was exactly nine-thirty a.m. Simone knew this because while the knock commanded her attention, she still managed to shift her eyes from the mahogany entry door to the chrome-plated clock hanging on the dining room wall. She still remembered vividly how the knock made her jump as it vibrated through her chest. It reminded Simone of the blast heard from the WW1 cannon during the reenactment of the battle of Gettysburg she attended in elementary

Andy Gatson was always a difficult child, happy but easily frustrated. His emotional issues began to escalate as he grew into adolescence. His mother Joyce soon took notice and attempted to take action. “Gatson suspected that her son was depressed, but a counselor who saw him at 16 called it

Without a doubt, Simone Simon could never forget the day Jim Barclay, a tall, burly Baltimore County police officer, pounded on her family’s front door in Sparks, Maryland. It was Saturday, October 13, 2000, and although his presence was not completely unexpected, it propelled the entire household into perpetual turmoil.

“I am Briseis De Blanc, beta to the Red Eyed Pack of Lousiana descended from one of the oldest packs known to wolf. At one time we had run with both Lupen and Loule and called them friends,” she stepped closer to Alwyn so that their torsos touched. “But that is not a story for now. I was told stories as a child of great fighting between all packs. Many were wiped out and others struggled to survive. My pack survived by calling to Loule and asking him for aide,” Briseis leaned in and sniffed the crook of Alwyn’s neck and released a deep growl. “We did so again when Hale butchered us and ours for living with humans in our pack. Lupen would not answer our calls, so my father called to Loule … and … he answered. That day guardians, warriors, trackers,

The smell of fresh herbs filled the air around her as the sun shone down on her back, a sense of tranquility fell upon her in the lush, backyard garden. A soft tune could be heard from inside the house where the radio played. Tante Lou hummed along to the music while she snipped off sprigs of parsley to use in the meal she is preparing for her nephew, Grant, and his guest. Today was a special day. It’s the first time Tante Lou is meeting her nephew’s girlfriend, Vivian, and she wants to make a wonderful dinner for them all to enjoy while getting to know each other.

The smell of burnt things filled Allison's nose. If she weren’t in so much pain, it would’ve been hard to decide which smelled worse: the burning rubber, the burnt hair, the Sheriff’s smoldering corpse, or her own blistered and charred body.

My nights and weekends so far at Marquette have been pretty relaxed. On nights during the week, I tend to go to the AMU or the library to study and work on homework with friends. Also, on week nights, I have club tennis and try to spend at least an hour working out. If I get all of this done, I usually go back to my dorm to play a little Xbox or go to bed slightly earlier than usual. Weekends are different, in that I focus less on studying. I will hang out with friends at different dorms to watch movies, go bowling, attend any sporting events, play basketball at the rec center, and on Sunday, I finish any homework I have left. For me, this plan has been perfect. It allows me to balance my school work with some fun, keeping me sane.

The next day at practice I did not even want to go outside. It was raining again and I knew I was in for some mean looks from my four by four team. You ready to go outside. Daniel held into the locker room, No I mumbled back. It was a learning experience Janye there will be another meet. What if I never get to run that event again, the coach y thinks I am terrible. We have to go out there and stay focused and be better than were yesterday all we can do is try right. I gave her side because that was the same exact thing I said to her the other day. She pulled me up and we walked towards the track. I when we reached the poly track the coach came over to talk to me about the awful hand over. I stopped him before he could lecture me on the importance

Lovienthal slammed the accelerator to the floor again, and Ruby pulled away from Mr. Grabranski with a squeal and a whiff of singed rubber. Steaks tailed close behind and as they passed by Mr. Grabranski, but as they moved, Steaks took the opportunity to clip Mr. Grabranski with his front fender, the same as Lovienthal had done to the old man. With the impact, Mr. Grabranski been sent tumbling ass-over-tea-kettle and back down to the ground for a third time while Steaks shouted at him through his window, “Take that, sucka!”

It takes months. Slaine isn't sure how many -- he stopped asking for the date when he realized it didn't matter. Instead, he watches the days bleed into night, never quite reaching that tomorrow in the distance. In the beginning, someone would tell him the date, tell him how long he'd been imprisoned, tell him something meant to rub salt in a wound that would never close anyway. These days, all those people are gone, traded off to a different job and replaced by people that Inaho handpicked.

It was a bright sunny morning in March, I had just awoken from a deep sleep. I was not looking forward to going to school that day. I was determined to stay home, and I was going to find a way to stay home. When my mom had come to make