Three Water Droplets Alternate Ending

For the first time,he heard something that he knew to be music.He heard people singing. Jonas wipes his eyes and still saw the lights and houses with all the pretty lights.

The frame story that the grandmother tells is, in fact, her own life story, her identity, transformed in a way the girls can be fascinated and entertained by. The identity of the main character is empty so much so that the granddaughters “tried to imagine Wen Zhiqing daughter. What did she look like? How old was she? Why hadn't anyone remembered her name?”. (Chang 178) I believe the grandmother did this purposely, not to let the girls try to figure out it was her, but for them to focus more on the story than the person. In American culture, the mother's maiden name is something that is remembered. In Chinese culture, the father's full name has that much importance and even more. Which explains why the father name is mentioned it represents her full identity being from her father's seed and his fathers and so on. Breaking down the title “Water Names” I believe “Water” refers to the

Robert leaned lightly on the lever and the rock groaned. A full effort would send the rock thundering down to the neck of land."

Transition sentence: Next, the fear in the town was growing bringing all the towns people together to examine the supposed witches.

On page 110 the setting is depicting Holling’s walk home from school. The weather produced dark clouds prepared to rain, “Gray clouds whose undersides had been shredded” (Schmidt 110). Also, with ominous clouds leaving behind an awfully cold mist that hung for what

The shiny rock shifted ever so slightly towards the mouth of the cave. As the water surged in from the river, it shifted

At sunrise on Friday morning, before we could get up to build a fire and make breakfast, Steve and I were awakened by a strange and unfamiliar sound. A soprano hummmmmmmmmmm filled the forest. The sound was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. When the sun came up the early morning mist over the lake began to dissipate but, unlike every other day, a black swirling fog remained in the air at the far end of the lake. The fog grew as we watched and, like something alive, it rolled over itself in waves as it rose, higher and higher. The black fog continued to turn over and over on itself as it slowly flowed over the surface of the lake in our direction.

A fight occurs, but in the end, most of the crew returns safely to the

The house had an unusual smell to it that Bryan couldn’t quite his finger on it. Miguel had never minded any of the people in the village had always believed the story ever since they were a young child, but there showed no evidence of this so called “Witch”. old lady on the corner of Babylan St. because he always knew it was just a folktale,so they wouldn’t go into a stranger 's house.

I have a family, and my kids were busy, so i suggested that my wife and i go take a walk since the was such a nice day. We were taking a walk around our general area, when we felt a drop of water. It had come from the upper area of the dam, although we had just assumed it to be droplets of rain. After all, the dam had just been worked on quite recently. We went about our walk, and didn’t think about it again.

jumps off of the raft to avoid being hit. He swims to shore and meets a family

In the town of Lake Sapphire lived 3 families of triplets. (of course with their parents as well.) The families last names were Klitz, Kolbic, and Klep. The Klep family's triplet's names were Kayla, Kenna, and Kenzie. The Kolbic family's triplet's names were Katie, Kathleen, and Kara. Last the Klitz family's triplet's names were Katherine, Kansas, and Klara.

Quietly, they walked towards the sound. They came up on an old hollowed out tree, peeked in the hole and there was Brodie. Curled up and crying.

A small raindrop not only accumulating speed and density but also dirt as it slid down the window of the incredibly tiny four-door that my aunt hadn't washed in a while as it seemed. The drop had reached an ample size and had a plentiful amount of dust and grim as it glided on to the front side of the handle and finally came into contact with my hand in what seemed like my last moments of freedom which I had only attained after leaving my session. The cool air from the vents was blasting powerfully against my cheek as I checked what my Aunt Avery was doing and of course, she was staring directly at me waiting to see what I had to say about my experience.

comes back up the rest of them dive in to do the same, Jerry also