Strawberry One: A Narrative Fiction

Angela McEwan-Alvarado was born in Los Angeles and has lived in many locations in the United States, as well as Mexico and Central America. She obtained her master’s degree at UC Irvine and since then has worked as an editor of educative materials and a translator. The story “Oranges” was the result of an exercise for a writer’s workshop in which the author managed to mix images and experiences accumulated throughout her life.

My hands are murder-red. Many a plump head drops on the heap in the basket. Or, ripe to bursting, they might be hearts, matching the blackbird’s wing-fleck. Gripped to a reed he shrieks his ko-ka-ree in the next field.

“You are very pretty Page!” Ray defended as he rushed through the album’s plastic pages.

As we continue our march through the technological age, it is easy to see how technologies have affected all parts of our day-to-day lives. In “Sinister Fruitiness,” Stevens writes about how pervasive technologies have changed human existence in developed countries. Written in the mid-90s, before the real surge of internet and digital innovation, Stevens was already commenting on how people had begun to align their circadian rhythms so that their days gave them convenient windows to log-in and check their e-mails (414). Socializing has changed as the imbrication of physical and digital realities continues to intensify. Our body-language skills continue to erode in an age of remote interaction, where people are accustomed to documenting and narrating their lives for “on-line friends, many of whom we’ve never met” (414). In Neuromancer, Gibson portrays a technology-rich cyberpunk world whose synthesis of computer-science and biology seems predictive of our current social direction. In Gibson’s world, technological progress has had a significant effect on gender norms, as genderless cyber-space and cyborg body transformations muddle the basic biological distinctions between man and woman. As part of a postmodern commentary, Gibson uses technology as a gender-deconstructing tool, highlighting present-day patriarchal gender

“You’re not buying the product, you’re buying the brand.” The 2013 movie Syrup follows the career of Scat/Michael as he goes through his ups and downs—with fellow marketer Six—in the marketing industry. In a span of an hour and a half, the movie depicts how the marketing industry works and how powerful it can be in influencing its consumers. Syrup, directed by Aram Rappaport, shows how important image is in the marketing industry. It stresses that it does not matter what a product looks like or tastes like.

Through processes of rehabilitation, hypnosis and propaganda the government creates a society conditioned for manipulation. In particular, both novels exist to manipulate information of their own people as an advantage to keep their citizens under their complete control. Prior to Alex’s attempt for suicide in A Clockwork Orange, the government composes an article addressing the prevailing success the Ludovico Technique has achieved. The government subsequently restores Alex back to his old self in order to protect itself from blame on his attempted suicide. Knowingly still a threat to the government, Alex is ultimately released back into a society once again as a consequence of the government's inaccuracy and guilt. In an attempt for innovation,

I have sworn before your court that all that I shall speak of is true and my defense shall prove that no logical solution to the problem with Mathematics in the U.S. has yet been thrust upon this court.

Today I decided to take Vesper to a quaint little candy shop called Sugar Rush. (Idk if this is an actual candy store but I don't own it if it is.)

So it all started when I, Lemona, was a baby. People said I was sooo super cute. I was one year old when I said my first word. My parents were very happy. My first word was family.

Danny got a new book from the library, a pirate adventure book and he couldn’t put it down!

I stepped out onto the terrace of my Florida condo around 8:00 in the morning and the hot cement scorched my feet immediately. I had barely the noticed the heat penetrating my feet because the scent of citrus fruits had captivated my senses and I was already regretting denying the orange my mother had just offered me moments ago; I could almost taste it’s sweet juices dancing around my mouth. This vacation only happened once a year and I was determined to take it all in. The sun was already shining brightly, and it touched my skin; instantaneously, I felt it’s rays grazing my forearms. I looked down below and saw a palm tree jolt swiftly as a young boy attempted to climb it. After feeling the bark claw against his soft skin he began

I walk into the streets with a wallet, and suddenly, I hear footsteps. They came faster and faster, and when I turned around, I knew what was happening - I was getting mugged. The person - not a guy because don’t assume genders - said, “Give me the money.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “Give me the money,” he repeated,”why aren’t you giving me the money?” I opened my mouth, and I said, “ Because… I’m lay these beats down on you.” The mugger was confused. “These beats so good that you can’t beat it. Since I’m going to run, I’m gonna ditch this. Mic drop!” I said, and then I ran.

"Jeremy, would you please pass me the last loaf of bread?" Katy asked. Katy began slicing the hard, crusty loaf that her mother, Laura, had baked a week ago. She took a bite and passed the bread around the small wooden dinner table to her father, James, who was very tired and sluggish after a long day at work. Before Katy was finished with her slice, the phone rang with a chime. Katy answered the phone saying, "Hello?" "Katy you have to meet us here quick!" her friend Margot replied in a rushed and anxious tone. "What is the meaning of this Margot?" Katy questioned. "The German nazis are on their way to our community in search of jewish families , as they are gathering them up and taking them to camps!" Margot nervously replied. "I'll be right

In the forest, one lonely night a girl was roaming around looking for something but she wasn’t quite sure herself what it was. Rose was walking around and her surroundings were filled with tiny and very squishy things. She could’ve have even stepped in one of them and she would have them stuck in her shoes, that clueless she was. As the night kept getting longer the more she roamed the big dark forest. She stumbled along something in her path and she was curious to know what it was. From the looks of it, it was something bright red. The closer she got the more interesting it was for her. Out of nowhere “Cuckoo!” A bird flew across her face and she jumped but stared at the bright nightly sky waiting for the bird to return. She wasn’t scared

As a sophomore, I stumbled upon a Buzzfeed article about the most beautiful campuses in the world. In first place was Berry College, and thus, my attraction to Berry began. From there, I embarked upon my college research journey, digging up new information about the school.