Tomie Depaola 's ' Stories.he '

It seems like yesterday when I met Ezrith Wolfe. The first day I met Ezrith was the day before my birthday August 11, 2013. Ezrith and I became best friends very quickly. We liked to do a lot of stuff when we saw each other. Both of us talked about a lot of things that we had in common with each other. Ezrith was my best friend and we did a lot, I just wish that we could have done more together.

When most people hear my full name , “Joann Botani," they automatically assume I'm Italian, but truth is I am actually Middle Eastern. From what I know my dad does have a little Italian in his blood but the name “Botani” actually comes from a city in Turkey. I come from an upper-middle class house hold and I have two younger siblings, a brother and a sister. Being the oldest has its challenges because there is so much expected from me whether it is school, work or social life. I tend to think my younger siblings have it easier because I am the one who pushes the boundaries with my parents and because of that my siblings usually get to do what ever the want because it is not as extreme as what I do. It has always been easy for my younger sister because she is the “princess” of the house but I am my dad’s favorite while my brother is a momma’s boy. My family is very competitive when it comes to school and grades, my little brother and I were always duking it out

It was a very bright and sunny May 29th, as I was sitting on the front porch drinking my coffee, I noticed that there were big crowds of people gathering towards the Tippecanoe battlefield. (History of the Battle of Tippecanoe, 2016) They were traveling down our poor roads and trails to get to the outskirts of town. I turned in my chair and noticed my 13 year old son, Kikiwaka was standing near me looking out at all the people.

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

When I was 7 years old I attended a funeral for my great grandfather. He was 105, and had lived a full life. I wasn’t very close to him but seeing him in the casket was so odd and he looked like an alien. I was a curious child so I stood in front of the casket just observing the body and glancing around at the sadness that this room was filled with. My uncle joined me and asked me if I had said spoken to my great grandfather. I just looked up at him and said “No, he is dead”, since I was pretty certain dead people didn’t talk anymore. Well, he proceeded to tell me that if I asked him a question, my great grandfather would indeed respond. I didn’t ask since I was already scared at this point. My uncle did for me, he asked, “Grandpa, if you

My family had just moved in the summer of 2013, that meant I’d be going to a different middle school. I was in the Gresham district now, so that meant that I had to go to Clear Creek middle school. Both my sisters went there, most of the teachers knew me because of them. I’d go to all their band concerts and the parent-teacher conferences. I hated the fact that i had to switch schools. I just want to stay at Walt Morey with all my friends and because I was playing football for reynolds. It made no sense to me at the time because Walt Morey was closer to me house than Clear Creek was. I begged my mom everyday to let me go to Walt Morey and she’d always say no. Then registration day came, I was forced to go but I guess it was alright. There were a few familiar faces, but I hated the

His big break as a children’s book writer came as a result of his wife. She was a producer of a television show and invited one of the show’s guests home for dinner on night. After dinner she and Chris Van Allsburg showed him some of his illustrations as part of a casual after-dinner conversation. He was immediately impressed and gave the number of Walter Lorraine, an editor with Houghton Mifflin Company, to him and asked him to call him. When he finally contacted Mr. Lorraine, the man was so impressed with his drawings that he convinced Chris Van Allsburg that he should venture into children’s book writing.

Alan Brito is a friend of mine from childhood. When we were young, he and I, along with a bunch of other kids from my neighborhood, used to play tops, marbles and “twenty-one”. We had a top contest in which those who could spin the top in the air with the string, pull it back and place it on top of the palm of their hand, was the winner. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I was almost always the winner. For that reason, they nicknamed me “Toppy”. Two of my other friends, Gilly and Billy were rivals. They were very good at playing “twenty-one.” They were unbeatable. Every time we played together they beat me. I was always afraid of playing against them, because I was quite sure that by the end of the game, I would be left with no money in my pockets. In time, Gilly and Billy got married and left the country. They moved to Saint Maurice, a small paradisiac island in the Pacific Ocean.

"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.

My grandpa, Fred was an interesting man. I first met him when me and my family had moved into his home after helping him with his hoarding problem. He was a big man with white hair and a white beard. I quickly learned that he was very wise, who had done many things and knew many things. He would show me his favorite books as a kid, and fueled my love for reading. He showed me old fossils he had collected over the years and had created my interest for science. He would tell me stories of his past, of the many places he would travel to. I’ve always wanted to travel since then.

I never realized how boring and long a car ride could seem when you’re anxious and excited for what’s to come. I never knew what waited down the path I chose, and how easily something can be lost. These events led me to the way I am today and whom I want to be in th future.

This document discusses the narrative of one of the most recognizable civil rights advocates, and the most famous African American abolitionist during the antebellum period of America 's history, Fredrick Douglass. The excerpt is taken from one of the versions of Douglass’s autobiography, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, published in 1845-era Boston, Massachusetts. The original version of this excerpt could be found in his autobiography from pages 39 – 43. This excerpt discusses the life of the famous abolitionist from the time he was a boy, to the time he had become a full-grown adult who was influenced by various life experiences and knowledge. This document is likely intended for various individuals, from

Mercer Mayer was born in Little Rock, Arkansas on December 30 of 1943. He is the author and illustrator for Little Critter Spectrum. He moved to Honolulu as a young teenager when his father joined the Navy. He attended high school in Honolulu, and then attended Honolulu Academy of Arts. After he graduated, he moved to New York to begin his career in art. When Mercer Mayer was still looking for book illustration work many years later, a potential employer suggested he give up and throw away his portfolio. The thousands of kids that had enjoyed his books so far were very lucky because what he had coming as a writer would change the entire beginning reader sensation. After little success and many turn downs, he began writing and illustrating children’s

A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.

From the TED Talk video “The Danger of a Single Story,” I think that the speaker Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie wanted to tell us that we need to read more and know different stories about one place because there are more than one story exist. We should not judge other without knowing themselves. Furthermore, she said that we should not easily believe everything we heard from media because they only give us one impression. I especially felt close to her when she described how she felt after she realized her American roommate teetered her as African not Nigerian. (4:13) Moreover, she had only a single story about Africa. (4:49) Those paragraph remind me when I was in college in New York, my American classmates did not know the differences between Japanese and Chinese or