Write An Essay On How To Read And Write A Short Story

As i'm riding to school on my bike I realize i've forgotten my backpack I start riding home and when I get there I pack my backpack and lunch. Then I ride to school. When I get there I lock my bike in the bike racks. I stare at my schedule I had mr lo first period. The bell rang and all the students piled into the classrooms. I got to mr lo’s class it had science equipment everywhere. We started off playing a get to know you game which was quite boring until mr lo did a diet coke and mentos experiment. Before we knew it first and second period were over the day was going fast.

Troy middle school is the place where I call the school. In these vast walls are the history of every single event this school has gone through. With a population of 1,500 students there was one girl that knew me best. Or that's what I thought. I was leaning on my blue locker ,well mostly blue because it has paint peeling showing the old grey color it used to be. While, my friend Jacob was telling me about how he and his girlfriend were doing lots of stuff together. It made me wonder how my relationship with Brittany was going because I never talked about her like the way Jacob did.

the fifth grade is not as fun as they advertise. she said at the beginning we would be doing science experiments and all that junk, but that stuff has not occurred and the year is almost over. I was reading scary stories poems by alvin schwartz. It was ten minutes before the bell rang and the whole room was silent. Normally they would be scurrying for their stuff and mrs.morgan would be complaining, but this day is different, everybody seems more tranquill

The started off just like it did every monday. I grabbed a coffee and a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. I drove my truck into the parking lot and parked in my regular spot. I didn’t see any students, so I thought Mrs. Trinidad had either postponed the school day or she had a surprise assembly and they were all in the Auditorium. Right before I went into the west building I seen Mrs. Trinidad walking frantically to her car. I knew there was something wrong.

The Blugold Seminar in Critial Reading and Writing has made me a better writer, and reader for that matter, without question. At the beginning of the year, I was not very excited about taking this class. I had written many papers in high school, why do I need a specific class for doing the exact same thing; however, I could not have been more wrong. This class has taught me many writing skills, as well as enhanced my current writing skills, that I will be able to continue to use throughout my writing life. The first skill that was brought to my attention that I was able to refocus on was the ability to participate ethically and responsibly in the inquiry and research process.

“Don’t be late for school,” my mom said. “I know, I know,” I replied as I looked over my school supplies list to make sure I had everything. Today was my first day of middle school. I was so nervous! Would middle school be hard? Would there be a lot of homework? What would 6th grade be like? I had so many questions that were left unanswered. I looked at the time. It was 8:00. My bus would be coming at 8:12 so I had to go. Putting on my shoes, I said goodbye to my mom and left for the bus stop. I saw other students leaving their houses to get to the bus stop. I wondered whether any of them would be in my grade. Since I moved into my new house, I hadn’t met any of my neighbors. Perhaps one of them would be my friend by the end of the day. When the bus came, I quickly got on. I looked at the students getting onto the

My heart was beating, and my hands were sweating. I walked into the lifeless classroom with a scruffy board that said: “Algebra 1”. Looking at the ticking clock, I counted down the time so that I can immediately walk out. I struggled and my fear of failure grew.

Micheal, I agree with you on being able to tell a story. I learned in my first English class with Mrs. Burlenson, that writing is like painting picture where your reader can imagine what you are trying to say. Since that class I always try to paint that picture where the reader can read it and be able to visualize what was

Back when I was very little, before I could read my parents would read to me a story every night. I had a big bookshelf right next to my bed and my brothers would come to hear the book my dad was reading. Back when I was younger, my favorite book was the fox in socks. I loved all the rhymes and tongue twisters. It helped motivate me to learn to read. While I was learning I read it over and over again until I memorized it. I slowly started to read in my own. Now I can read by myself without sounding out it word in an sentence.

After this long day it’s still not over yet, I am just half way through the day going into 5th period. As I walked in I see a girl I already met and I wanted to run and give her a hug, I was so excited to see someone I already knew. I didn’t have to worry where I was going to sit that period, or who I was going to talk to. I probably looked like the happiest person in the world with a big smile on my face. As I am smiling as I say, “hello, Claire right?” She says, “Yes!” We sit together, exchange social media usernames, and numbers. Later, I go to 6th period, my science class. When we come in the teacher says to talk with people to sit in alphabetical order. I am placed next to a kid named Dominic Thomas, and his buddy is sitting on the other side of me. They were acting like I didn’t exist, and getting in my personal space. Later, the teacher says, “The person sitting at your table will be your lab partner.” That’s when I found out Dominic Thomas will be my lab partner for the quarter. I did not know what was coming for me. Finally, 7th period here I come. Now this class was one crazy class, with some crazy people, but it was all good because I get to leave after this period. The bell rings and I am out of there.

Human behavior is one of the most studied and talked about traits of human beings, for it makes us who we are after all. It is prevalent in books, movies, stories, and most importantly life, everything we do involves it. In all of the short stories we read, aspects of human behavior where the basis of the writings. The short stories "A Rose For Emily" and "Barn Burning" show excellent human reactions to life's challenges through the themes of social status and death.

A short story concentrates on creating a single dynamic effect and is limited in character and situation. It is a language of maximum yet economical effect. Every word must do a job, sometimes several jobs. Short stories are filled with numerous language and sound devices. These language and sound devices create a stronger image of the scenario or the characters within the text, which contribute to the overall pre-designed effect.As it is shown in the metaphor 'lipstick bleeding gently' in Cinnamon Toast. This describes how the lipstick on a woman's faces is travelling from the lips into the skins around the mouth. The author has chosen this metaphor because it contributes to the reader gaining a stronger image of the characters that they

Two days later the sky turned black and a constant and cold rain started. At the beginning, Anatoly tried to cover from the water as much as possible but after a week of a world transformed by liquids, he stopped looking after his clothes and his gear, and tried to adapt to the new environment.

The last day of school was a good day. Instead of having to take an ELAR exam, we did PSP. On the last day I had ELAR for 4th and 5th period. I didn’t have to do anything. Since we didn’t have to take a test we got to play games and mess around. The day went by really slow, but I was fine with that. I was having fun messing around and playing board games with my friends. At last, I heard the bell ring.

As she gently stirred out of a deep sleep, with closed eyes, Hannah began to stretch.