In life, things happen, it’s what makes us all human. We all have accidents, we all hurt each other, we all serve a purpose in everyone else’s lives as well as our own. We have our own battle scars, each of them telling their own story. My specific scar I want to blather about isn’t too much of a disfigurement anymore, but it’s a bite mark on my inner cheek. Clenching my jaw on my cheek doesn’t seem to please those who find that to be a blemish, but it has a wild narrative to track it. Back when I was about 7 years old, in July of 2008, I’ve made an “oopsie” and it costed a chunk of my inner cheek, and my brother’s right arm. Although the situation wasn’t presumably my fault, I managed to escape with having to be my brother’s servant for a …show more content…
This night was particularly chilly then most at this time, about 70 degrees. I remember feeling as if I was free, able to breath, nothing on my mind. Even the grass they had in their backyard was cut perfectly, feeling like a soft but poky carpet on my bare feet. Us kids had other plans rather than the adults drinking and sitting around the fire, we played football, soccer, dodgeball, and our childhood favorite, whiffle ball. Tiring us out is almost impossible, finally putting us to sleep at 12. Everyone was sound asleep cuddled into their blankets. But not me. I have always suffered from insomnia. It’s not like it bugged me all that much, I was free in summer. Nothing mattered. Sitting and staring up at the stars through the crease of the tent, my thoughts and memories exploding my mind. Waiting an hour later, I have to pee. The problem is, the bathroom is inside. And I’m well, inside a tent. In the back of the tent too. KK was near the door, Logan in the middle, and then myself in the back. This wasn’t just something I could hold in for another hour, so I decided to get up. The adults were still awake, still partying, all drunk off of their minds. I go for it. I grab onto the walls of the tent, and step over the stumps of their body parts. I grab onto the zipper of the tent, in a position as if I was playing twister, expecting nothing much. But then, suddenly. Swoop! My leg was swooped from under
Many times in a story what the main characters say can reflect their personality and lifestyle. This is shown effectively in the memorial epic by Paul Zindel, The Pigman. Throughout this stunningly truthful story, John and Lorraine consistently say things that show just what type of people they are.
Have you ever wondered what the wolf's side of The Three Little Pigs story was? Well, Jon Scieszka gives his readers the opportunity to see a different perspective dealing with this very circumstance. In many of his books, including The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs by A. Wolf, Scieszka has used this style of writing that varies from the norm. Every turn of the page gives rise to new wonder and suspense as to what the reader will encounter as he or she moves through the pages of this intriguing book. Many of us grew up hearing fairy tales and nursery rhymes and most of us accepted them the way that they were. However, Jon Scieszka likes to take his readers on "adventures" through the
A point of view is a position in which the story is being told, but did you know that there is two point of views in The Three Little Pigs and The True Story of the Three Little pigs? The two stories have views changed by how the author tells them. In the story of the pigs it’s in third person, but in the wolf’s view he just wants sugar and see’s them as a snack so it’s first person. The story of “The Three Little Pigs” and “The True story of the Three Little pigs” have different point of views that help the readers understanding of the wolf.
Have you ever read a love poem that starts with the downs of a relationship? The hidden parts, those scary truths that hides behind a beautiful and wonderful relationship? Some say that it is exactly those secrets that keeps a relationship going. Join me on this journey to learn and know why the “Pig Song” is a beautiful love poem.
A Pig’s Perspective is about one pig’s revenge on barbecue. A Pig’s Perspective is a very humorous personal story from Pollan. It is a tale of his pet pig, Kosher. Kosher escaped one summer day and followed the scent of a barbecue at a neighbor’s yard. He knocked over the barbecue grill and made off with the meat that was being cooked. His neighbor found the pig’s transgression very comical. Pollan suggests that the deed was the pig’s vengeance.
In the book the Republic Socrates creates a city called the City of Pigs. Socrates refers to it as the true city, the healthy ones. His companions do not like the idea of this city. They all come up with a city that they all agree with called the City of Luxury. They believe this city is good and unbiased. I agree with them, I think the City of Luxury is a better city and is overall more unbiased than the City of Pigs.
"Duties Done", a piece from The Pig that Wants to Be Eaten, explores the difference between a fulfilled promise and an unfulfilled one. "Duties Done" is a short story about four characters, Hew, Drew, Lou, and Sue. The family all promised their mother that they would regularly write letting her know how everything was going during their expedition around the world. It is here where the question arises of whether the children actually kept their promise. Even though they promised frequent written updates on their travels, none of them actually arrived and their mother never received any updates. Though each child did write to their mom, Lou and Sue were the only children whom actually made a sincere effort to fulfill the promise to their mother.
The Pigman by Paul Zindel is a touching book written with proficiency from the point of view of two teenagers writing about their involvement with a man they nicknamed “The Pigman” before his death, soon after the events towards the end of the book. John is a rebellious boy who smokes, drinks, acts like an ingrate to his parents and often prevaricates, but has hidden compassion for others. Lorraine is a shy, anxiety-ridden girl who became good friends with John when they were younger.
Once we were back outside clouds started to form and it got even more colder, now it was like stepping into a freezer. We decided to keep playing so we went deeper in the woods. It was pitch black out there but the bright reflection from the moon
of itself, or thinking that I’m stupid that I didn’t see where I put my
Ima Pigge was playing a game on her computer. While she was playing, an ad popped up. It was for baby face cream. She knew she did not want it so she went searching for something that got rid of ads. A couple days later she got an email that said “Don’t Like Ads? Then Download our Free Ad Free Software!”. Ima thought it was a good idea so she pressed download. It brought her to a page that said “Thank You for downloading our software Ima Pigge”. She thought it was suspicious but she had to go to bed. The next day she tried to play on her computer and when she turned it on it said ERROR ERROR and the screen was flashing colors and an add that was for finger whitening strips popped up and it went black. She thought to herself
It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we
When he finally found his voice again, Doctor Pax asked, 'Do they each have names?'
Society today has their dilemma with looks. Yet, LaBute states that the play from “Fat Pig” didn’t happened in real life, but it happens all around the country. the play is about a man and a overweight woman in a romantic relationship. However, The co workers were skeptical about the girl he was with. So, they started to criticize his girlfriend about her size. I believe that the author didn’t state anything from the place since it’s based on society of looks. Where Jeannie was jealous of Tom’s girlfriend because she has a personality, not the look. Then society today always want a charming girl or guy like a celebrity or a model that people wants to be with or to be like that's their preference. Also, I believe that society affects our
Dripping slowly, repeatedly. The skin goes pink and irritated, however, it's almost disfigured to the point of no return. Grinding, crushing, and gushing, this one that fell to this unfeeling force was… his name was … I don't know. No one knew for his name; no one cared enough. I was fixed on knowing that boy's name. Another one falls into the great mighty machine god. Forever forgotten. No! god as my witness I will know his name!