Summary: A Personal Narrative-Humorous Love

As she was getting the step stool out of pantry she instructed me to get the milk and chocolate syrup. While I searched the refrigerator for the whole milk and Hershey’s dark chocolate syrup, Kara got the one quart blender out of the top cabinet over the stove. Placing the ingredients on the counter while she plugged in the blender, I noticed that she had left the lid in the cabinet. After she had filled the blender with milk she then poured in over half the extra-large bottle of syrup. Still

The smell of fresh herbs filled the air around her as the sun shone down on her back, a sense of tranquility fell upon her in the lush, backyard garden. A soft tune could be heard from inside the house where the radio played. Tante Lou hummed along to the music while she snipped off sprigs of parsley to use in the meal she is preparing for her nephew, Grant, and his guest. Today was a special day. It’s the first time Tante Lou is meeting her nephew’s girlfriend, Vivian, and she wants to make a wonderful dinner for them all to enjoy while getting to know each other.

One day, my brother and I were standing in a movie theater lobby, fighting over what to get to eat. A person nearby, who we’ve never met before, overheard our dispute and asked what food my brother wanted. My brother, a little taken back, shyly answered, “popcorn”. Without giving it much thought, we resumed arguing. By the time we got

Her seat was a long one, she shared it with parents and a child whose food should have been in his stomach but settled for his shirt and face. Behind her designer glasses were her eyes; her eyes were unique with artistic prowess and low-self-esteem, they were small and resembled those of a pigeons, minus the short attention span. Her clothing matched her unique physical features, her blouse was covered in flowers that reminded me of an old Victorian Tapestry. By now, her food had arrived and she had not yet acknowledged the fact that I was observing her and her every move. She picked vicariously at her nuggets (which happened to be my meal as well). She plucked the chucks of chicken breast bit by bit and ate it as slow as she possibly could, perhaps to prevent

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

The short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” by Raymond Carver, invalidates the struggles and the lives of women, especially those that have experienced abuse. Carver oppresses women through lack of empathy for a victim and reinforcement of certain stereotypes.

worried.What if bandits attack us?I,mean we are bringing a LOT of gold.And we will have to travel a good 600 miles,bandits will probably

My friends and I did a multitude of ridiculous activities together. This time, we have done something a little different, I was at my friend Derek's house along with Drew. We decided at first that it would be an fantastic idea to mess around with a mini basketball hoop, in an insufficient room, with three people. After playing what can’t even be considered a three team pick-up game, I asked, “What if we tried dunking, everyone at once?”, and they agreed.

“Don’t worry about anything! Tonight is on me!” He throws back at me smiling seductively. We walked into his loft and it was decorated so nicely. His furniture was modern and he had all kinds of different ethnic paintings on the wall. As I looked around, he told me to make myself comfortable while he went to get some wine. While he was in the kitchen I yelled,

“Hello! No, we’re not buying!”, yelled mum. She grabbed my hand and raced through the crowd without hesitating. We got in the reserved taxi and headed for our hotel. We had just arrived in Libya in their summertime. I had finished my degree at university and was officially a registered nurse. My mother and I were celebrating.

Copper leaves and empty skeletal swings rustle against the blistering carbon machines smoking out particles of greying sonorous melodies, heavy with a layer of thick mournful soot and perspiration sweating out the saltiness of human fervour. Like a young, raw-like fever that stretched out, dissolved and collapsed its black plumage around iron playgrounds where children used to play in illusive and corrosive battlefields swirling in an antagonistic coal-lit fire crackling its scarlet canker smoldering like a cancer along the tremors of their innocent bone marrows; along the emerald green fields of their small capillaries. In an intricate design of love and war, that canker buds Like weeds in a mercury-infused soil Oozing out the yellowing

After we get back to the campsite with bundles of woods, girls finally start cooking the lunch. Meanwhile, other students and I finally have a chance to relax, we just sit on the ground randomly and enjoy the sunshine, which is nice and comfort. A few moment later, the smell of food has run into our nose; it smells so fascinating, and I believe there are steaming fish, BBQ beef, and ingredients. Actually I can’t say no more because I’m almost driveling on my t-shirt, Mmmmm; these girls are definitely the best cookers in the world. “Wow, this smells good, do you guys need more ingredients? Here, my wife just cooks out this pork, take it.” A young farmer cross by and says. The school principal says no at beginning, but the young man is so passion

Naturally, as the teen mirrored his slip-up verbally, his eyes widened a bit, only to relax the moment her laughter hit his ears. It was slightly comforting, the fact that she took his subtle sentence in good-heart, allowing him to let the comment fade off into silence. 10k was more than willing to fill the newfound silence with his question about their compound, deciding that it was much better to keep the conversation on her rather than his own embarrassment. As Willa began to answer his question, the rest of the pea pod into his mouth, chewing it slowly. Finger-less gloved hands routed for another pod of peas from the handkerchief before he was even done swallowing what he'd already been chewing in his mouth, listening as intently as the black lipstick lining the woman's lips before him allowed; occasionally finding his eyes attracted to the duality. "Smart.." he commented softly between chews as she finished her explanation, his comment directed more-so to their plans of growing food that could be stored for non-harvesting seasons. The idea of having a stationary location in order to do something like that almost blew his mind away.. But, he hadn't been

In the car listening to music on my phone, relaxed, minding my own business. I feel a tap

Things in life aren't always what they seem, considering all of the twists and turns of the long journey. In the end, we are all human and we make mistakes, yet this one mistake takes Kasey on a spiraling journey, making her crazy life, thrilling and adventurous. Kasey believes in true loves kiss and hopes her life will be a fairy tale, desiring only to become a princess and running away with prince charming. Her beliefs will be tested, facing stressful situations and obstacles, learning her true purpose in life and what true love means.