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As she gently stirred out of a deep sleep, with closed eyes, Hannah began to stretch. A suddenly tight sensation made stretching feel almost impossible. She opened her eyes only to realize she’d cried herself to sleep in her car. She was still enveloped by leathered car upholstery in the garage and it was hot. She groggily sat up and looked at the time. It was 5:45. She stretched her hand up to pull down the mirror to check her makeup and to begin gathering herself together. A mix of mascara

Edward Bloom was a story teller. He would tell elaborate stories to his son since he was born. Not only were the stories exciting, they were told to bring life and excitement into Edwards life. Growing up, William enjoyed his father’s stories. As time goes on, the stories began to become more and more uneventful and less entertaining. This was because William has heard the same stories his whole life. He did not know what was true and what was fake. On his death bed, Edward reconnects with William

The hot sun burned my neck as I ran till my feet ached because I know if i turn back know I will never have another chance to leave again, but then my face hit the steaming, hot ground. I got up looking behind me to see if he is there. A dark shadow approached me. I am to afraid to check, but then a cold hand touched the back of my shoulder. “Hello,” someone said. “Hello, are you ok.” “Help me. He is coming for me. Help me. I need to run, “ I begged with my parched lips cracking, but my eyes closed

Losing something that is really important to you can be heartbreaking and it even may be hard for life to go on. If I was in a situation like that, I’m not sure how I would react. I don’t wish on anyone to be in that situation. By losing everyone and everything you love, it can be emotionally traumatizing. In a situation like the Holocaust, I don’t know if I could ever go on. I can’t imagine what Elie Weisel went through during his time in the concentration camps and losing his family members. He

The novel The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien is about the emotional effects the war has on soldiers and the reality vs expectation upon soldiers. O’Brien tells this story from his perspective as a young man and how he struggles with even the idea of war. He talks about what soldiers overcome throughout it. O’Brien describes what it is like for the soldiers to always have a constant worry that they could die at any time and not go home to their family.     In the chapter “Speaking of Courage”

Growing up, I was just like the average child, one week I would say I wanted to be a doctor and the next I would say I wanted to be lawyer and then two days later, I would say I wanted to be an astronaut. All of this changed when I was in the sixth grade. I watched the movie "Harriet The Spy" for the first time and I was so intrigued. I remember saying,"This girl is pretending and she looks like she's having so much fun." From then on, I wanted to be an actress, but I didn't tell anyone. I thought

When I was a little girl, I wanted to become a film director. By the time I was ten-years-old, I had already come up with an idea of where I wanted to attend college, what I wanted to major in, what kind of movies I would make, and even what age I would most likely win an Oscar at. Even though my dreams were a bit unrealistic, my parents told me to keep my head up high and maintain the one thing behind my aspirations: determination. As I grew out of my movie director phase, I became interested in

Once upon a time, in a very far away land, there was a small kingdom called Idris. It was a beautiful, quaint little place surrounded by beautiful mountains nestled between a large, lush green forest very rich in history and also romance and tradition of it's people who'd lived there for many generations. Idris itself was a flourishing peaceful but small kingdom, which happened to be well connected with many various other kingdoms from which it had formed many alliances and friendships. Idris was

F***head as a "whole person" would continue to leave him as an odd individual that is capable of making the same unusual choices he has done before when he was overcome by the influence of narcotics. What made F***head a grotesque character was his state of mind while under the influence that caused his bizarre, questionable acts. However, if he weren’t a grotesque character, FH's actions would still be questionable to readers, such as in Denis Johnson's "Beverly Home", where F***head is undergoing

You also cannot just respect people, you have to respect their property, their family, the things that are special to them, their goals, their life plans... you have to respect what they respect. If people didn't respect each other or anything we would live in a very rough society. When you respect someone it means you like them as a person, you believe that they are decent and worth your time. You believe that they will not be rude to you or hateful and that you can trust them. When you respect