Narrative Essay: The Ink Drinker

The story follows the narrator and his wife who has invited her old friend to stay at their home because his wife has just passed away. The friend, Robert, is blind and the narrator’s wife worked for him as a reader ten years prior. They remained close and kept in touch by sending audiotapes to one another, recounting what was going on in their lives. Robert’s blindness makes the narrator uncomfortable and he does not look forward to his visit, even though it is quite important to his wife. The three spend a somewhat awkward evening together and the narrator become more comfortable with Robert as the night progresses and as his wife falls asleep. The narrator gains some compassion for Robert and attempts to describe what the cathedral on the

The next day James went over to his best friend Andrews’s house, the boys went to grab a snack when they got back after school. The two boys sat in the kitchen looking for something to eat, James in the fridge pushing food around and Andrew

My greatest skill is painting my nails. Painting my nails was a way I used to express my mood by the color or design. To me this was craftmanship because I am able to channel my creativity. I first started off not knowing the basic skills on how I should paint my nails, so I would randomly paint causing the manicure to turn out thick and bubbly. I started investing in higher quality nail polish and treatment that would not not keep my nails weak and brittle. I also started watching youtube videos which helped me with the balance and shakiness of my hands. Overtime I had learn the diligence of keeping my nails strong and clean. Investing time and patience allowed me to see the result of my skills, in which I demonstrated it to family members.

When Nico opened the door, he wished that all his problems would go away. Nico is a 16 year old who gets bullied and made fun of everyday in school. He also lives in a small New York with his mom who is always busy with work to take care of him. One chilly night, he dreamt about a bizarre place and saw his history teacher, Mr. Crocker. It was in a out of this world place. Something magical but also spooky. The next day he went to Mr. Crocker and told him about his dream. “Meet me after school.” Mr. Crocker said. Nico went back to Mr. Crocker’s room but he can’t find him anywhere. He found a note with an address, “2482 Baker Ave, Manhattan”. He got his stuff and

An hour later, Sarah joined Painted Girl in the kitchen. Sarah’s suitcases towered over Painted Girl’s, ready to be loaded into the car.

On a school day, Arthur was going to his locker and he heard laughing and stuff that was being thrown at a trash can. He saw some football players and hoped that they wouldn’t notice him while he was getting closer, but as he got near his locker he saw someone in the trash can and then made a distraction so he could help the kid get out. After that, he had to go to the principal’s office and tell them what happened. As the principal was talking to him, he got yelled at to stay away from the kid he saved. Then he and the kid became friends and didn’t tell the

A voice called his attention to the state of disrepair of his Church, and urged Francis to rebuild. Immediately went home, collected many expensive fabrics of his father's shop and sold at low price in the market town, and returned to the church where he had his revelation donating money to the priest, so that he would restore the building decadent. Upon learning that his father was enraged and ordered the seek. Frightened, Francis hid in a barn, where his friend brought him some food. After some time, decided to prove, and before the people of Assisi was accused of lazy and idle. The crowd took to the crazy and fun-stoning him. The father heard the commotion and retired to his home, but chained in the basement. A few days later his mother, out of compassion, he delivered him out of the chains, and Francisco was seeking refuge with the bishop. The father followed him and accused him sink his fortune, claiming compensation for what he had taken from his shop without license. Then, to everyone's surprise, Francis stripped all her beautiful clothes and laid them at the feet of his father, renounced his inheritance, asked the blessing of the bishop and left, completely naked, to start a life of poverty to the people, the which never retornou.4 5 the bishop saw this gesture a sign from God and became his protector for

"Suddenly he remembered that the purse and the things he had taken out of the old woman's box were still in his pockets! He had not thought till then of taking them out and hiding them!... The paper had come off the bottom of the wall and hung there in tatters. He began stuffing all the things into the hole under the paper: 'They're in! All out of sight, and the purse too!' he thought gleefully, getting up and gazing blankly at the hole which bulged out more than ever. Suddenly he shuddered all over with horror; 'My

It hurts him. Watching her stare at the back of some guy’s head. She is deep in thought. He assumes she is spinning some detailed web about the imminent, romantic first date with the back of the guy’s head. He shifts his attention to the doodle he’s been cultivating all of lecture. As he focuses on the sketch of a skull decorating the corner of his notebook, he hears some girls chuckling a few seats down from him. At what, he is not sure. Fucking troglodytes. He feels the weight of the pencil lay in the crook of his hand as he begins to darken the eye sockets of the skull. His pencil is gliding around and around making the depth of the socket stand out. He leaned back in his seat as a look of satisfaction creeps over his face. Now what was

She was tattooed by her traffickers, "branded" to mark her as property. But she eventually escaped and got her tattoos covered, changing the way she saw herself.

Franklin followed Mitchel everywhere. After a while Franklin started talking at once he started he didn’t stop. But one day Franklin noticed that very nice people would show up and take the kids with them Franklin wasn’t sure, but he wanted to go with some nice people. When people would come, he would talk to them after a while he was losing hope. Then one day this one set of people had come in to the home and Franklin felt weird about it but he still talked to them their last name was Fredrick’s “Franklin liked talking to them”. “The Fredrick’s told Franklin that they had a big green house with a Dog a Boat and that Ms. Fredrick’s was a nurse an Mr. Fredrick’s was a doctor.” The Fredrick’s came to the home looking to adopt a child. after the Fredrick’s talked to Franklin went to Mitchel a said he really liked those people the Fredrick’s left a thought about it and they decided that they wanted to adopt

The story introduces us to a well-known chef and French restauranteur. He is a philosophical man, and profound at that. Bon-Bon has a penchant for a drink every now and again, and again, and again. On a wintery now and again evening, he hears the Devil’s voice, and moments later the Devil himself appears in apparel from what is clearly a different time and place. Standing out are his green glasses and the stylus behind his ear, as well as a large tome in his pocket.

She steps into the alley quietly. You can barely hear the rubber of her shoes scraping the pavement as she approaches. You glace up at her; she's not one of your regulars. She's wearing a Zekko hoodie, Takoroka mesh, and cream basics. She's definitely never been to you before. You lift your head as she nervously walks up to you. Her tiny hands are hidden in her jacket's long sleeves and she holds the cuffs tightly in her fists.

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

In his essay, “My Pen Writes in Blue and White” Vincent Cremona writes on how his two distinct styles of writing and communication are influenced by the manner in which his parents communicated. He implants the idea in the reader's mind that the influences of those one is raised by help shape an individual’s unique style of communication. In the essay, Cremona describes how communicating in “blue” means he uses a practical, basic, and straight to the point manner of delivering information which he adopted from his father; communicating in “white” means a more formal, detail-oriented approach to delivering information in which he learned from his mother. He also describes how he adapts his style of writing depending on the situation and