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One might find themselves reading for pleasure to learn about an interesting time or place, or just to pass time. Now how will the style of the writer make a store interesting to a reader? We will look at two author style of writing from an early time. Ernest Hemingway style of writing is said to show masculine and Katherine Mansfield style of writing shows feminine. Let examine by looking at a short store from each author.

We arrived at our destination… so I took my headphones out, and I put my iPhone away. I stepped off of the bus to see a large brick school building with some bricks missing and multiple cracked windows illuminated by light bulbs glowing brightly in classrooms full of innocent children. I began walking to the entrance of the school, trying to avoid the large cracks in the sidewalk that were filled with ice on this bitter December day. Snow was falling and the bitter cold and my new surroundings were shaking me to the core.

Stomping my feet on the ground to keep my blood flowing, I folded my arms to fight the air stinging my face. I just wanted this day, like any other day, to be over with as quick as possible. The hood of my jacket covered my eyes, and when I looked up, it came to my surprise that five kids had circled around me, with huge grins on their faces, bearing their teeth at me like a pack of wolves to a helpless rabbit. I wanted to disappear and be someone else, anyone else. I wanted to be that fat kid on the bench eating potato chips without a care in the world, or to be in the shoes of that one girl in the corner reading some book for homework, but not here, not in these old worn out sneakers.

It was a dark and rainy Sunday night in October. I was standing at the front door with two suitcases beneath my feet and listening to the raindrops pitter patter upon the roof of the house. As I was waiting for my ride to take me to my next destination, the thoughts of where I was going and the friends I was leaving behind filled my head. The sounds of an engine could be heard in the distance. It was then I knew, my time in Rio Vista had come to an end, and my new life in Sacramento was about to begin.

I run out of the house and to the sidewalk. I breathe in the cold Yorkshin breeze. First stop is breakfast. Inserting the headphone jack into the phone, I smile the second time today as the music blares into my ears. I hum along with ‘Remember Me’ by Daley. I make way to the nearest convenience store. I pick up container of YanYan’s and a water. I pay and walk to the park. I sit on a bench, enjoying my breakfast and music in peace until a pigeon chirps its way over to me. I stop mid-bite.

One Spring, my mother and I were visiting my uncle in Alabama. I wanted to see what all the state had to offer. My aunt informed us that a new clothing store had opened in a small town outside of Mobile, Alabama. My mother and I love to shop so we immediately jumped in her sedan and proceeded to the store. Alabama’s scenery was so mesmerizing. The bright sun glistening on Mobile Bay was absolutely breathtaking. I could hardly keep my eyes open to enjoy the view because the sun began to impair my

I have lived all of my life in, Durham New Hampshire. There are so many beautiful things about the town I grew up in: the leaves change to brilliant oranges, yellows, and reds in autumn. In the winter, a blanket of white covers the suburban homes and small pizza shops. By the time June comes, most of the college students from the university have left. It is peaceful without them walking to classes, and playing volleyball on the yards in front of fraternity and Sorority houses. It gets lonely without them, and it seems eerily quiet without their chatter on the green lawns in front of dorms.

Arriving in the overgrown drive way trees start to crowd your vision, in the middle of all the trees I see an old beach house; that has stayed the same over the 18 years I have been going up there. Grandma is waiting outside on the front porch we all run up to give her a hug, then we go and start unpacking for a week’s worth of relaxing. First thing we do when were done unpacking is go to the old but new play structure. We sit on the swings and look out towards the big blue Michigan Lake. White caps cover most of the water along with passing boats, and some kayakers. Right over the horizon I can see the lights from the town, reaching into the sky. The sun is starting to set; the sky is painted with pink, orange, and yellow.

I Am so full of emotion I cannot even explain to you how happy and nervous I was today. Today made me forget all the time I was away from Daisy. This girl, this beautiful girl that I have not seen for almost 5 years, was finally going to be in my presence again. My body could not handle the concept. When nick heard a car pull up he went to go open the door and I felt like I was dreaming. When she walked in my heart just relaxed, all I did was stare at her. Stared deep into her eyes and I found it was impossible to let go of my gaze. She stared back almost uncertain that we were in the same room together. “ we haven't met for many years” said daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be.” “Five years next November”

I step out of the car and stretch my muscles in the balmy ambience of the morning. Inhaling the misty air and exhaling worry, I am awash with pure excitement as I begin to trek into my realm of peace and beauty: a hiking trail. I watch as the tall pine trees and mountains replace the familiar surroundings of concrete buildings and copper telephone wires. The sun, warming my face, filters through the ceiling of leaves and leaves a kaleidoscope of light upon the dirt floor.

I’m in a quiet and warm place. I hear a noise and noticed that I just stepped on a branch filled with color edible blueberries. I look up and see all types of edible fruit that surround these colorful trees. Crackling leaves, crunching twigs, the fresh scent of pine nuts in a rainy mahogany brown forest surround me. It feels like paradise. As I walked slow and relaxed, I can hear a deafening uproar of a mocking jay above me, a glimpse of a tiger’s gold bright eyes as he passed by me and a bright light leading me the way to the blue horizon. In my tranquil place it’s always summer. Not too hot, but just right with a slight breeze gently against on my skin. The ocean is surrounded by palm trees the size of buildings

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth shaking sound that’s mixed with sound of a hurricane that’s just the aeroplane taking off from the city airport. The mouth watering smell of the local bakery down the road lingers through my nose, I can taste those freshly baked scones in my mouth from here.

Since arriving and taking the hard decision to stay in USA, I have been dreaming and envisioning the moment I will go back home. This country with millions of miles of highways, crowded metropolises, sunny beaches, lush rainforests and endless possibilities has been a foundation for a new beginning. It wasn’t easy to preserver and succeed all alone in this new world. Falling in love, getting married and starting a family has been a blessing which gave me a purpose for all those countless days of hard work and endeavor to achieve my dreams. Even though after five years everything was coming in to place and I felt truly happy, something was still missing. The puzzle of joyful life was not complete.