Summary Of A Short Story

Dorothy Allison's “I'm Working on My Charm” is a story of a young sixteen-year-old girl who works as a waitress with her mother. As a young daughter coming to the same field as the mother, the mother becomes a role model here and supports and helps her daughter on becoming a good waitress. She makes sure the environment her daughter is working on is good and that she is aware of the Yankees. Yankees doesn't see waitresses on the same level as they are. So, the mother is worried how her daughter will deal with Yankees and makes sure she knows how to handle different situations. The daughter is taught to use her charm to influence people. Also, Mabel, her mother's friend, teaches her how to bet on tips from customer. This story illustrates how an older person can be a guide for younger ones to be successful and accepted in the society.

As Lina travels this gruesome voyage, she meets a guy that she gains feelings for, named Andrius. The NKVD beat Andrius for getting caught looking for his dad. Even though the NKVD officers were standing four cars away, Lina was determined to get Andrius back in. “I have Andrius. We need to get

In the story “Eleven” the narrator Rachel acts more like a child. In the eighth paragraph the character Rachel stated, “That’s not, I don’t, you’re not… Not mine”, I finally say in the little voice that was maybe me when I was four.” This reveals Rachel is acting like she was four when she said that sentence. Also, Rachel said “… I’ve shoved the red sweater to the tippy-tip corner of my desk and its hanging all over the edge like a waterfall, but I don’t care.” This illustrates Rachel was acting over dramatic just like a child by pushing the sweater to the tippy-tip corner of her desk. Rachel includes,” … I’m crying like I’m three”… “My face all hot and spit coming out of my mouth because I can’t stop the little animal noises from coming

there is a fifteen year old girl named Lina who is preparing for art school, when all of a sudden, Soviet secret police barge into her house in the middle of the night, arrest Lina, her mother and father, and her young brother Jonas. In the middle of all the chaos Lina, Jonas, and their mother are separated from their father, and husband. The soviets are preparing to take Lina and her family through very cold terrain all the way to Trofimovsk, North Pole, from the small town where they made their home in Kaunas, Lithuania.

This is not how the story progresses chronologically or chapterly, but merely how I decided to organize things based off of how the chapters fit together and what I am choosing to ignore for brevities sake.

My person was born on April 17, 1733 in Shadwell, Virginia. His mother was Jane and his Father was Peter. He was the third born of ten siblings. He was born into one of the most prominent Virginia families, because Jane was a member of the Randolph clan, which was a family that claimed they descended from English and Scottish Royalty. His father was a successful planter, surveyor, and cartographer

“I don’t know,” said Ray Dailey.  “I barely remember him. He was just a kid.  Surely you can find someone else.”

LOGLINE: Forced out of his home, a millennial struggles with becoming self-sufficient and the insidious morals of Los Angeles.

The Winchester brothers crept down into the dark alley, their firearms close to their chest as their eyes darted to and fro the place. A dark figure leaned back against the tree, the dark brown curls tainted with blood, her eyes dull as she was holding the bleeding gash on her stomach. Dean rushed over, placing a hand on her shoulder. “What happened?” he asked. Before she could respond, he was hauled away aggressively, plunging to the ground. He turned over to the beast, it’s long canine teeth at front, as it snarled viciously. Dean’s evergreen forest eyes widened, not believing what he saw right in front of him. Sam aimed, shaking a bit as he was terrified, cocking his shotgun then pulling the trigger. But he missed, of course, it was a

Hidden in the dark, lied a mansion - a mansion inside the woods, hidden of secrets that nobody could hear. Long and forsaken, down the lobby into the most distant room, children gathered into this ghostly tomb, grinning, as they waited here to play with Mary.

slightly open, holding their cups of tea with both hands, like children mirroring one another.

Once upon a time in a village located in Germany, Leipzig, was in the middle of a forest called the Fyteia Forest. When there were no storms, right after the beginning of time. There were two people that everyone knew very well, Keravno and Vronti. Keravno was a very beautiful young woman with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Vronti was very muscular, not much older than Keravno, had brown hair and green eyes. They were in love and planned to marry each other one day.

The third Hokage looked down at the files in his hands before looking up at the group of Jounin in front of him. He was getting tired of dealing with trivial things like assigning teachers or just holding meetings. He was getting tired of being the Hokage, maybe he could retire soon. It didn't sound like a bad idea.

On a dark and stormy night, Meg Murry tosses and turns in her attic bedroom. She is unable to fall asleep because she is preoccupied with all that seems wrong in her life: she doesn't fit in at school; her high school teachers have just threatened to drop her down a grade on account of her poor academic performance; and worst of all, her father has been missing for many years and no one has heard from him. Meg hears her family's big black dog Fortinbras barking downstairs, and she begins to worry that a stranger may be skulking around the house; she suspects the tramp who, according to local gossip, recently stole twelve bed-sheets from the constable's wife, Mrs. Buncombe.

Having walked for a while, he came to the river bank that faced the farm. He made a whistle to call the fisherman, who was offloading people’s goods at the other bank. Asuo Panin waved at him and he hurried up. Asuo Panin owned the canoe, it was the biggest canoe ever in the community, and as a matter of fact the fisherman always hired a conductor in addition. He sailed toward him in delight. Asuo Panin planted one foot in and then the other, he sat on the bar at the extreme end, infront of the fisherman. He also wanted to have a word or two with him. The conductor assisted the other people to onload their goods on board, he took the fare.