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“The Red Convertible” by Louise Erdrich is a short story about two Native American brothers, Lyman and Henry, and their growing bond as brothers. Symbolism is used rather heavily in this story. One of the main symbols of the story, as noted in the title, is the red convertible. The red convertible symbolizes the relationship status of the two brothers, and the struggles they face as Henry is drafted into the Vietnam War as well as when he returns home.

As he talked a small entourage moved around and past him. First 2 burly looking security guys, then one executive looking older guy, and finally a handful of much younger and distinctly female "staff" followed after! It was the last of the little "crew" which suddenly caught the young interns eye... Whoa... are they *really* dressed like that!?... their skirts were short. Very short! Kaitlyn could only watch in silent frustration as a handful of her male colleagues smiled and nudged each other, her female peers sharing perplexed and disapproving looks in rather sharp contrast to the guys somewhat annoying amusement. Eugh... such sexist morons she mused as she realized that some of the guys even shared a couple of smiles, laugher and nodding. Kaitlyn had kind of supposed that everyone in the department had been "Big State"

Valentina could easily discern the searching eyes which met with her the moment that Thea turned her head. The way she peered through those brilliant feminine lashes was a telltale sign of allure; of attraction. It wasn't as if she had been trying to avoid such an outcome, rather she was counting on it. While she wanted to talk to her sister, try to smooth things out with her - she also wanted to draw her in, relax her, make her feel a little more at ease. While her posture did nothing to show any sort of relaxation or trust, Val knew that was simply how Thea was. She could barely trust the ground beneath her feet, and really, how could the long-haired girl blame her? She lived a life in which every move she made could lead to another

"Jus make sure ya don't make more of a mess ya drunk." Justin spat at one of the numerous drunken occupants at Skin. The nightclub was packed like it was every Friday, and the gays were in rare form tonight. Being a bartender was not his dream job, but Justin needed a source of income if he wanted to keep his apartment. He'd started working there a couple months back, and regretted that decisions every day, hour, second, and minute he had to serve the scum that came to the bar. The job wouldn't have been so bad if they men wouldn't treat him like he was apiece of meat, gawking at him every chance they got. The first day on the job was the worst, but people realized quickly that he wasn't the average bartender that let you talk to him anyway

Question 1 – Settler literature of 19th century Australia often attempted to come to terms with a climate and landscape that was alien and deeply unfamiliar. This writing produced what we today refer to as ‘the Australian Legend’. Discuss how the different 19th century authors that you have studied in this course wrote about the bush and identity.

This is a story about Connerstevens. Connerstevens always had bad luck. He always grabbed that one expired milk from the store, falls into holes, he even falls into the toilets. Until one day. It was a Monday. The worst day of the week. Connerstevens got up as usual, went downstairs, and got the milk and cereal out. As he usually pours the chunky milk over his cereal, the milk was smooth today. He checked the expiration date and it said it expired in ten days. He was super confused. Yesterday the milk had said it expired ten days ago, now the milk expires in ten days. After eating his cereal without chunky milk for the first time ever, he went back upstairs and put his clothes on to go to work. His work is really boring. Today was different.

Hendricks eyebrows to ask whether all them are a variety or if they maybe hiding something.

In the time of our adventurous preteen stage, we tried many new and sometimes strange things. From wanting to dye our hair and get facial piercings to telling the world how we felt through boisterous song. It was different for all of us. For Conley, it was an eye opening experience. He met someone who had similar interests as him, particularly music, his name was Cameron. Conley became friends with him and they formed a strong brotherly bond. One day after school Conley went to Cameron’s house to watch movies and play videogames. While there Cameron’s father brought out his guitar and began playing. This sparked intrigue and curiosity into Conley. He wanted to know how just a few simple cords could make such a smooth sound. Cameron’s father

"Nice suit." Dan nodded as he waved for his friend to enter, thinking that the suit bag Karl had slung over his shoulder most likely contained a tuxedo. As he'd provided money to Jasmine to purchase an outfit for the evening, the men also took care to dress appropriately, and to provide the evening an air of class. At the outset anyway, by the end of the night, most people would consider what had occurred to have been anything but classy. "We'll know in an hour or two." Dan shut the door behind them, and ushered Karl to the small

Hello, he said with a simple smile, and by the clothes he wore, she could tell that he was not a Yeller nor one of the adults that lived with her. She was confused by this as she did not know anyone other than the people who lived with her, but that didn’t stop her from being fascinated by what he was wearing and who he could be.

An analysis of several of the stories in The Collected Stories of Peter Carey reveals numerous common attributes, leading to the aspects of entrapment and isolation appearing as common aspects of the stories. These come across in both the physical and mental form. Often the entire experience of entrapment and isolation is the result of the interaction of both forms.

Everyone in the conference room knew that there had been several very wealthy and extremely gorgeous women trying to say they have some type of relationship with the actor Hunter Avery. There were also numerous restraining orders being filled by the truck load each week because of his delusional fan base. However, what has sparked my curiosity is the fact that no one knows the name of the woman who he was actually dating or if there was only one. It wasn’t until now that there was proof that there is someone in the background. By the looks in some of the people in the conference room eyes, they had doubts I had something.

Chandler Preston sat behind his large cedar desk tapping his index finger repeatedly on the desk's surface. Ramona stood arrogantly in Preston's shadow alongside David. She seemed to find his tattling state of affairs somewhat amusing, and yet, the condescending manner in which she postured against David projected a measure of contempt. He stood somberly under the microscope covered in a repugnant dry soil that still emitted the odors of the South Carolinian marshland.

Well shit, this was really happening then. Of course, what had she suspected after practically begging the two boys to dry hump her on the dance floor and then take their offer of narcotics? While normally this would have been a whirlwind of flat out no in a sober mind, she was beginning to feel the effects of substance before and with it, enough to make her inner sexual prowess a bit more in tune with just how well the boys wanted to be with her. While sure, they probably hit up girls every night or party, Sophia could completely understand the butterflies that came with feeling like you were the special something and that no matter what not one, but two guys for a fact, wanted to bone you. It was a little fucked up, but a self confidence boost and hopefully good lay never hurt anyone, right? And in all the run of it, she was getting Hunter's information and keeping peace with the rest of her own little world.

Jeff was sitting on his family’s couch. Jeff Anderson was fifteen years old. His home town was San Francisco, California, but his family had moved to New York a few days ago. The reason for the move was that his dad had opened a new business there. So now that I’ve told you about Jeff, then let’s get back to the story.