Narrative Essay: Waffles

Charlie closes the door and flops on his bed.”God I hate this place.” He thinks. “The sink is leaky, the walls are too thin, and the heater is always being “fixed”. I get home from work late at night and the neighbor above me is always blaring music. I’ve only lived here a few weeks and im already at my wits end. I haven’t bothered to meet any of my neighbors save the one that i am constantly asking to turn down their music.” He looks up at the ceiling and sighs. Thats when he hears a strange noise at first he thinks it must be one of his neighbors televisions but then it gets louder and he recognizes it as the sound of someone crying. He leans his ear against the wall he thinks it coming from. The sounds he hears when he presses his ear to the wall nearly break his heart and he immediately feels the need to comfort, to say something.

​Although it is not a pressing issue, the dilemma concerning whether the waffle or the pancake is the superior breakfast food is one that has divided breakfast tables nationwide and sparked an age-old debate amongst breakfast eaters everywhere. I, being a regular at the breakfast table, am very opinionated on this topic, but when I am asked why the waffle is the superior breakfast food, I find myself talking in circles, claiming it to be the best “simply because it is”. This, of course, is nowhere near a good answer, so I decided to borrow a technique from utilitarianism called hedonistic calculus, which is used to solve ethical dilemmas. This technique involves assigning point values to every component and finding the “score” each

I made my way to my aunt’s house. Her home smelled of fresh cut pine, and she offered me a cup of coffee with a cinnamon stick in it. I accepted, and we went to the kitchen table and discussed our week. As she talked, I looked out her kitchen table. A small oak grew in the front yard. Snow capped the birdfeeder beside her bird bath.

It was Halloween night and Elizabeth was at the pumpkin patch picking the perfect pumpkin for the pumpkin carving contest on her street. She saw her best friend, Lindsey, down the street so she ran down to meet her.

Jimmy Serrano and his Friend Dustin Trung are biking their way home. Jimmy was mad at Dustin for not talking to him for the past week. “Dustin can you please talk to me. Dustin looks away from Jimmy and focuses his eyes on his spinning tires. “You know what don’t want to talk to you either. Jimmy takes the other way home,leaving Dustin still going the normal way. “Stupid Dustin” Jimmy mutters then suddenly a cat walks in front of Jimmy's bike and Jimmy swerves into a wall. “Awwwwww” Jimmy mutters, he looks at the alley walls painted with Graffiti. It starts raining,the rain splatters the ground so hard that he couldn't hear himself. The streets ahead of him start filling with fog. Then suddenly Jimmy sees a swirling cloud circling above.

Evening had arrived and everything had been packed away ready for its next use. It had also brought the grim warning of a storm. The sky was brimming with a dark shade of grey and black, making the mood eerily mysterious. A storm was brewing; it was about to blow, just like a volcano about to erupt. Then, “Boom!”. A lightning strike crackled across the sky, one after another. After three lightning strikes a downpour of rain fell from the sky.

I walked upstairs face red, hands trembling, and body aching. I didn’t even think I could make it up the first couple steps before collapsing into a heap.Before I reached the last glossy maple wood step I heard the sound of little paws and nails scraping, slowly, softly, and sadly through the house. This sound made my heart ache.

During the very beginning of the story, the author is playing in the woods near the end of her street when she finds the kitten. The kitten is covered in leaves and twigs, and yellow boogers are coming out of its eyes. She is glad that the kids she plays with are not there, because sometimes they can be mean. When the kitten makes a pitiful noise, she is very reassuring to it and says, “Don’t worry.” “Everything will be okay.” She shows the trait of caring by comforting the sickly kitten. She strokes its scabby head until the meowing is replaced by faint purrs.

This desired idea of a “happy” family with a “pretty” house, and a  “meowing” cat is contrasted with narratives of secret-bearing families, houses with barren land, and cats with “eyes [filled with]

I am a self-proclaimed “cat person.” I can’t imagine my two cats being homeless. Nonetheless, have them fend for themselves. Will they be able to survive? How would they fend for themselves? Randy’s stories of Sunshine, Noel, Sota and Penn, to name a few, has profoundly touched me. The way Randy gained the pack’s trust and the patience it took Randy to establish a bond between them is admirable. The bond between Sunshine and Randy took patience, determination and trust. His keen understanding of a dog’s temperament has solidifies these stories for me. Also, Sunshine’s story prompted me to think about a feral cat I had befriended as a teenager. I named her “Mewsette.” In homage to an animated character Judy Garland portrayed in “Gay Pur-ee.”

Our brand new heater had just stopped working in the dead middle of a blizzard. Icicles clung to the gutters like sloths to branches. The sweet smell of baked blueberry muffins filled the air. Not just any muffins though, the muffins my mom bought at the store. I will never forget what happened on that day. I won't forget the taste of those muffins either. The muffins made the little friends on my tongue smile. The muffins I eat now are those trash Trader Joe muffins. They taste like bricks! I think bricks taste terrible, and I sure think the muffins taste terrible. Two things are true: the Trader Joe muffins are terrible and so was second grade.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Ryleigh Michelle Braun. It was a dark and stormy night at the Braun household; full of peculiar noises coming from tree branches tapping on windows and windshield wipers screeching across car windshields. Ryleigh was wailing uncontrollably because of the storm, and her parents couldn’t figure out a way to calm her down. They tried singing her favorite lullabies and giving her milk. They even told her that she could sleep in their bed. None of these things helped soothe Ryleigh. She continued to cry and would scream every time she heard the, “BOOM” of thunder. Finally, her parents thought of reading her a book. They picked Winnie the Pooh. By the time they got to the third page, Ryleigh’s tears stopped

Khushi Dalal IN420, 1275 Coursework Assignment 3 Cat in The Hat Response to Text The Cat In the Hat The Cat in the Hat is a didactic children’s book with a story that revolves around a piece of withheld information: what compelled the mother to leave two young children Sam and Sally at home alone on a gloomy, day, with the front door unlocked, under the supervision of a fish? Terrible as the cat is, the woman is lucky that her children do not fall prey to an insidious intruder. The children hate the cat and take no joy in his eccentric pet tricks. It only cranks up children’s anxiety and creates panic when the cat proceeds to totally destroy the house.

There is a town in Alaska that has a mayor that is very furry, somewhat deformed and has a taste for mice. He assumed office on July 18, 1997, and still currently reigns as mayor. He was found outside of Nigley's General Store in a box full of kittens in the parking lot. Lauri Stec, manager of the general store was the one that discovered him, upon finding this box full of kittens she notices a distinct characteristic that one kitten possessed or maybe did not possess in fact a tail. Due to this unique characteristic , she chose the tailless kitten to keep and call her own. She named this kitten Stubbs, he became quite a rambler in the town of Talkeetna, Alaska as he grew from kitten into a fine young cat making a name for himself among the

You want to know a wacky story? Real wacky. Let’s take a second and just re-define your idea of wacky. I woke up one day and took a ride over to my old high school, North Bank Senior High.