Short Story: Yoongi's Dichotomy

THESIS - When evaluating Arnold “Junior” Spirit from Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian and Jin Wang from Gene Luen Yang’s American Born Chinese, similarities radiate in both characters as their disparity in race deem the two of them as outcasts in the entirety of society. In addition to their lack of social interactions, their uniformity in their impulsive decisions cost them each a dear friend. Although Junior and Jin are quite similar, they share differences in the way Junior tries bettering himself by fitting into both his Indian and Reardan culture whereas Jin changes himself in every possible way to become Americanized.

Rydel wrapped her arms around Ell, dancing to the upbeat music. Her body flowed to the dance as if it was the only way she could. Each step brought forward her personality, bursting through the most vibrant colors. Ratliff watched her move, keeping her all to himself, he wanted to be her only audience, applauding every movement with a wide smile and a kiss. True happiness.

"I'm going to play the music once, and you're going to close your eyes and think about the dance. Ready?" Kaitlyn said while we were still waiting in the dressing

The next thing I know he picked me up and spun me to the music. This tape is great i thought to myself. Foxx and I danced in their kitchen for what felt like hours until Lorna walked in smiling from ear to ear. “So?” she says to Foxx. His face fills with blush as he looks at me with a look I’ve never seen before. He spins me around and dips me back then pulled me into a kiss.

Music echoed through the club, lights flashing, bodies close together. The two were in total sync that one night. Both were in a good mood; Hyejung had scored a bonus at work and Hyesun snatched herself another sponsorship. She wasn’t the usual type to dance and when she did, Hyesun couldn’t help but gasp at the sight in front of her. Her hips moved smoothly to the beat with a bright smile on her face, she wanted to see more of

SJ and I were polar opposites. Two young girls forced into an unforgiving world and left to sink or swim. SJ's life lived on a tight rope balanced between the sweet devout Christian girl who loved her family and the sexually promiscuos girl who experimented with drugs and sneaking out to meet up with the boy toy of the week. Her two parent, two story home protected her for only so long as she stepped off her tight rope and went head first into a world that she never was supposed to belong to, the world that I belonged in. I met SJ in my third high school in as many years. That day she left her two story home to come to my one-half parent, two bedroom apartment.

It involved a lot of moving in tune with the music, and with your partner. Grantaire found it hilarious that Éponine was absolutely shit at dancing.

It was now or never Keylen her music started playing and she watched Letitia dance and she started to follow her and she looked a little awkward doing it. And she slowly started to remember and she started to flow with her.Then the feeling get left her and she was performing and she kept it going with it. The she was smiling she was having fun.The was bringing back old memories.She started to have flash back when she was dancing when she was small.She closed her eyes feeling free.

Shigisan Engi is a painted handscroll made in the second half of the 12th century (1157-1180). The scroll details miracles which were attributed to the monk Myoren, who lived on Mount Shigi in the latter part of the 9th century. There is a noticeable time difference between the tales and protagonist. This is one reason why these stories are full of mythological features.

“Are you going to turn me in?” Shin asked, bewildered that he wasn’t being punished for his escape already. Shin was convinced that Sung would immediately snitch on him to protect himself and hopefully to gain special treatment, since that was what he had been taught all of his life (Harden 3). Sung was clearly not wealthy, so turning in a runaway was in his best interest, especially since the rules of Camp 14 clearly stated that “anyone who tries to escape will be shot immediately, and anyone who witnesses an escape and doesn’t report it will be shot immediately” (Camp 14- Total Control Zone).

Now, in this thing we live in called the world contradictions, double standards, and biases, are just a necessary part of life, and racial disputes are a breeding ground for the three."Johnny says, as he spits some chewing tobacco from his mouth into a small Starbucks coffee cup he holds in his hand.

It was Saturday night and the pack was taking a break from their hard work. The Nogitsune had been defeated, so there wasn't any threat at the moment. We were sitting around a fire pit, talking and laughing. I really loved these peaceful times. There weren't a lot of them and that's why I cherish these moments so much.

Before your birthday, Shisui had told you in advance that he was going to take his lovely girlfriend out for dinner on her birthday. Upon agreeing, you made sure your schedule was definitely free. Excited for your dinner date with your boyfriend, you couldn’t fall asleep. You kept tossing and turning, thinking that your birthday dinner date was going to be a blast! Just when you were about to sleep, you heard a rock hitting your window. Crawling out of bed, you opened it. It was Shisui with presents in his hands! Running out the door, not waking up your family, Shisui hands you a gift that consist of a dress to his taste and some jewelry. You asked him he didn’t have to do it, though your inner self was squealing. He insists on buying the items because it was calling out to him. When he left, you ran back to your room, trying out the dress and jewelry.

Macedo is a sophomore here at the college that is studying Accounting. For the opening, Macedo performed “One Dance” by Drake. He played the song’s tune on a guitar while he sang the lyrics.When Macedo finished his performance, the audience whistled and clapped with excitement. After the judges gave their opinions to Macedo, Abrego came onto the stage.

Yoongi groaned as a popup box, which had popped up at least twice in the last hour, once again politely asked if Yoongi was ready to upload his files. He sighed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink further into his desk chair, muttering something along the lines of just fucking do it already. Sure, his files were ready, they’d been ready for a few weeks now (aside from minor tweaks), but was he ready? Was Yoongi, or anyone for that matter, ever really ready to upload pieces of their life’s story to the internet, where upon which it could be viewed (or in this case, heard) and critiqued by potentially billions? Yes, this had been in the making for a while (four years to be exact, Yoongi was counting).