Sticky: A Short Story

In the short story “Sticks” by George Saunders is about a man who dressed up a pole. In the story the pole allows the father to express his life and his feeling to his family. The father represented the pole by being cold, stiff, and generic he didn’t allow such simple amenities such as cake and ice cream. Later in life when the children of the father left his house to go out into the wide world did the pole become the only means of communication to the world outside the father’s house. The father “began dressing the pole with more complexity and less discernible logic” the father would dress the pole with furs on Groundhog Day and put up floodlights to hope for a longer winter.

deserted their mansion. One night, the girl’s mother decided to return to the mansion and look for her daughter. It is here where she encounters the paperhanger once more. During this scene, the mother offers to pay him to drive her into the woods and look for her daughter. He replied, “I wouldn’t charge anybody anything to search for a child’s body. But she’s not in the woods. Nothing could have stayed hidden, the way these woods were searched (165).” By offering to help the child’s mother the paperhanger gains the mother’s trust. To the reader, he appears to be helping the mother during a time of need, making him a decent friend. The paperhanger manipulated the situation, to get the girl’s mother to trust him and consequently leave with him. He knew the child would not be found, not because the woods were extensively searched, but because he remains. The paperhanger was supposed to drive the child’s mother to the woods, but instead drives her to a cemetery. After noticing that some of the graves had been dismantled and robbed, she tells the paperhanger. He responded by saying, “You can’t rob the dead. They have nothing left to steal (167).” The woman was shocked by his response and then asked him if he had robbed the graves. He responded by saying, “The line between grave robbing and archeology has always looked a little blurry to me. I was studying their culture trying to get a fix on what their lives were like (168).” This is the turning place in the story, where the

The first time Bitty witnessed Jack succumb to his anxiety, that’s all he was; a witness.

One day there was a leopard named Spots, who was trying to find something to eat. Spots was the cruelest leopard in the jungle and loved to boss everyone around. Spots finally found a little mouse eating a piece of fruit. When Spots was about to catch the mouse, he slipped and the mouse dashed away. Spots was very disappointed so he headed home to take a nap.

I was caught on a snare , I was flipping out . I was trapped and couldn't move but then the human that has been taking care of me tried to help me from my hurt swollen foot from the snare I tried with all my might to break it off. I was hurt bad as I cried out. These two people came and this girl freed me from the snare as I dropped onto the man's chest as I wanted to be held then he dropped me.. . My foot is really swollen and hurts. The two people that freed me dragged me along. I thought they were going to be nice, but i was wrong. I gripped and scratched the ground while screeching. Why was sophie just standing there? She wasn’t helping me! Then, i saw her climb down from the tree and follow us.

Whoosh! Whish! The wind went as Spot started walking to the park with his owner, Jeff, it was a bright and sunny day. Spot and his owner Jeff stopped a couple of times to look at all the wonderful buildings. When spot finally got to the park he started smelling something delicious! It was hot dogs! spot thought hot dogs were real dogs being cooked! “Howl!” “I better hurry past the barbeque!” That made Spot walk faster to the park!

Once upon a time there was two 11 year old brothers named Stick and Sticky. They loved to play in the backyard of their mansion (and in case you’re like “they have a mansion??” I will tell you that they don’t own it, their parents Mrs. Twig and Mr. Twig own it). They were digging a hole in the ground when they found an underground cave.

“ Bah! You should eat him… Ladies first!” said somebody. It was a hispanic accent. Manly. I started walking to the direction of the voice.

I took in deep breaths as time raced closer. No matter how many times I set foot on a stage ready to put perform, I could never get used to it. The familiar rush, the nervous tickles, the cloud of butterflies taking up more space in more stomach than food. I was ecstatic, yet I was worried. The music business was not easy.

Nervousness, as I Mark Blunt was walking into check - in. I was always edgy about flying, but it was just the take-off, I was fine in the air. As I approaches the express check in he greeted by staff "hello sir, how are you?" asked the staff "fine thanks" I replied. As i receive my ticket i makes a curtios nod toward the staff. As I walk toward security i put all my belongings apart from my air marshal badge through the scanner. i shows his badge to baggage security and right away understands. Mark walks through the detector and collects his belongings. And continues to his terminal, that’s how easy it is being a air marshal (you think). As I head to the terminal I start to feel hot so I head to the restroom and splash water on my face. As

They built hollow pillars filled with broken dreams, Holding up an altered vision of perfection. Intoxicating our senses, And creating depression through our society, We are the people, But they target the generations, Poking sticks at the young ones, Teaching them what is wrong with blood.

There are times that I find myself on the floor, struggling to get up and to have the energy to walk to get some water. It starts with the yellow spots, and simultaneously getting the fuzzy feeling in my head. I start to fall, or sometimes I just hit the floor right away, and it feels so horrible. I always try to make sure that I don't hit my head or injure myself in any way, but at times I happen to fall hit my head on a table or a chair, or something that's in my way. Most times I don't even know what I've clashed into until I'm able to see past the yellow spots. I start shaking and twitching. I can't feel every part of my body though. It always hurts too much to even feel my body.

Everyone should spread the message that if humanity needs to be saved, the Earth needs to be saved too. It needs care and affection as much as you do."

Today I didn't know if I had the confidence to be up here. In all honesty, lately, I’ve been feeling a little misplaced and isolated. Resentment could be another way to explain the feeling I have. Instead of letting my fear stand in the way of me being up here giving this speech. I decided to find that confident, not only to stand up here to give a speech but to stand up here to give a piece of me.

Lexi was very nervous but she was a little bit better about her performance. She knew that she would do somewhat well. In Choir, they had run through the whole Solo Vocal Festival and then done the usual. Later that night, it was the solo vocal festival time. The place was in the cleaned up cafeteria, with the cafeteria benches shaped into seats for the audience so they didn’t stand. They had started the solo vocal festival already. While she was waiting for her turn, she was getting tense. Her palms were getting sweaty, she was freaking out internally. Then, after a while, it was her turn to sing. She walked up to the stage, said her introduction, and started singing. She was the greatest person up in Solo Vocal Festival. She did everything right and everyone complimented her on her solo. Then Lexi thought, “You know what? It wasn't that horrible. I did a decent job on my solo and no one hated it. I obviously shouldn’t of worried about my