Seirin: A Short Story

A real life person that feels the same as Stacey is Rosa Parks, because she stood up for what she thought is right and so does Stacey. This was my thought on who the most courageous character from the novel is and I hope you will agree with me, now i gotta get back to the field.

A Watery Reflection of Claribel Algeria The poems of Claribel Alegria and “I Am Mirror” “Rain” and “Flowers from the Volcano” all intertwine with the imagery that takes a direct look at the social injustice and human right violations happening in Central America. With her poems she uses imagery and metaphors to draw her readers into a sensory experience. Because her imagery is a foundation of her poems that all interconnect with one another. Alegria’s poems are profound and the use of direct messages about the injustice and violence that is ongoing in Central America. With the use of water imagery it shows her reflections or metaphor towards her stories of experience.

“Just- drink this.” He reached over for the water and passed it back to Zayatz. “Forgot to give it to you earlier. I really don’t want another dead body on my hands.” Osborne pressed his forehead against the steering wheel with a sigh, closing his eyes. “I should have known this was going to happen,” he muttered.

Tallulah and I were at the fuel airport. It was the littlest airport. It was night so it was hard to see there. We are going to go pick up orphans from Africa. We are flying over the Atlantic ocean. “Talulah are you ready to go,” Lizzie said. “Let's go Lizzie.” Said Talulah. We are 30 min away. 30 min went by. We are landing. And the kids are waiting for us at the airport. I said to Talulah, “are you ready to get the kids.” “Yes”, said Talulah. We get the kids on the plane. We want back of the plane and asks for the kids names. Most of them did not talk. Bet there was these two girls that answered me one was Linda and the other was Koko. So we want back up to the front of the plane. And I said to Talulah “ready for taking off.” “Ready”, said

Snake blanches, even though Otacon is far too inebriated to notice much more than a few inches in front of him.

He goes by many a name. In fact he has forgotten most of them. Though they say there's no time like the present. You may address him as Shinn. Shinn rather enjoys the life of a cartoon character. From a Prince of Monkey-like aliens to an mighty Hero with a rather QUIRKY lifestyle. Shifting and molding his voice like some sort of ruggishly handsome cup of puddy. Why does he do this? A wise question for such a beautiful person such as yourself. Shinn does this because it comes easy to him. A source of joy and a core of absolute energy.Shinn has been fixated and attached to entertainment boxes such as Televisions for as long as he can remember. From dancing and singing foods to a exchange student in a school for animals. Shinn has even taken his

just wanted to be loved right I mean how couldn’t he. Praying for all the fights and becoming

Aiko stood shivering in the cold. She was leaning on a wall in the dark cave.

All the students were outside for recess after lunch on Thursday afternoon on a sunny day.

Well, as all three of you know, I love science with all my heart, and am proud to call myself a nerd. Sometimes I am so careless and obsessive, however, that being a nerd becomes being a freak in others' eyes. I am very comfortable around my own group of about fourteen friends. I am myself with them, and do not wear any masks. For others, though, wearing a mask protects me from the disparaging remarks regarding my unusual obsessions. Going back to science, I had recently found a new obsession towards the end of last year: arachnids. I had always been terrified of them when I was little, but over the years, I grew curious about the miniscule, mysterious creatures. I began to watch them, study them at a distance, and photograph

However, the staggering sagacity and the manifestation of Ma’at in such an overwhelming way in the life of a peasant seems to inaccurately represent the plight of a Middle Kingdom peasant. Additionally, just as is true in “The Story of Sinuhe,” “The Tale of the Eloquent Peasant” greatly slants the moral righteousness of the king for purpose of glorification, a typical Egyptian motif. “The Story of Sinuhe,” however, offers many more reliable representations of principles of social life in the Middle Kingdom. Through the documentation of Sinuhe’s life and travels throughout the lands surrounding Egypt two fundamental ideas of Egyptian life come to light, the concept that the king represents all importance in Egypt and the notion that being Egyptian is truly the pinnacle of existence. This tale also personifies the trait of a hatred of foreigners in Sinuhe as he constantly claims to have “killed the people in it by my strong arm, my bow, my maneuvers, and my advice” (59). While both of these stories offer information at face value about Middle Kingdom social life, an analysis of the rhetorical slants, inaccuracies, and propaganda used by these Egyptian authors provides valuable enlightenment as well.

To gaze into the light of who she was sent all the shadows chasing away. Tacts couldn’t hear the words that was coming from her lips. Yet it was no matter because this was the union he was hoping for. Her lips moved in time to their dancing and still the comprehension of her words slipped past his mind. What was she saying? Drum? Thrum? He leaned closer while struggling to stay in motion, in time, or was it in control.

Aranloth did not answer straightaway. It seemed as though he still debated something within his own mind, and this troubled Brand more than anything, for the lòhren was usually swift to assess a situation and to make a decision.

If you had the chance to get 10 million dollars would you do it? How would you do it? Who would you tell? The answer was easy for deven… Rob a bank of course; This is all deven grew up with robbing gas stations shoplifting. It was all he knew. Both his mother and father were in jail for committing one of the biggest mass murderers in history. Deven had no other relatives, so social security send him into one foster home after another, until when he was 14 Deven decided it was time to take matters into his own hands. He ran away and lived behind a mattress factory. Deven didn't run away alone though, he ran away with Valery, the daughter of the parents of his last foster home. She hated her parents and her life. Her parents didn't understand her because she was always committing crime and she felt that Deven understood her so they ran away together. They lived there for a few years shoplifting and robbing drugstores until they saved up enough to rend a junky

In the sixth grade, I met six people that I would form a brotherhood with for years to come. Dallas and Chris were the class clowns of the group, always joking around and starting trouble with people. Eric and George were the quiet ones, just like me, and we formed a bond through a mutual acknowledgment of each other’s preference for tranquility. Mark was the athlete of the group, excelling in both Soccer and Basketball. Ibrahim was the smartest of the group, as well as the most popular. He was known around school for his contrasting persona in reality as opposed to the one on his provoking Social Media accounts. Our group remained friends all throughout middle school and even high school where friendships were constantly being terminated.