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Hi, I am Molly the water molecule. I am going to explain the journey I go through none stop. It changed every time by a little bit, but I am share to you my latest one. As story starts out as I was just a water molecule in a lake. I would do the same thing everyday. I got to move around a little bit but not anywhere I wanted. While my friends and me were in a liquid form we had kinetic energy then a solid but less then a gas. We also had more wiggle room then a solid but less then a gas. This wiggle

In “The Story of an Hour,” Kate Chopin focuses on the idea of freedom throughout the story. Mrs. Mallard is a lonely wife who suffers from heart trouble. She is told by her sister Josephine and her husband’s friend Richards that her husband has passed away in a train accident. She locks herself in a room expecting to be devastated, but instead feels freedom. Later, she exits her room and her husband walks through the door, causing her to die of a heart attack. Chopin uses this story to demonstrate

Abduction by Paloma Sapien Crunch. Heidi looked up, glancing from side to side. Crunch. She had thought she was alone. Crunch. Her heart beat faster and her hand clenched the heart on her necklace. Crunch. She quickened her pace as she heard footsteps coming from behind her. Her hand started to cramp up from holding the necklace so hard. Crunch. Heidi turned slowly. A dark figure stood about ten feet away from her. She panicked as she heard the footsteps behind her getting quicker. “Who’s there

“What is this, little Allie Mae, are you trying for the sophisticated look this evening? If so, dearest, it’s working.” “I hope you are kidding me,” Allie pouted. “I’m trying to prove a point to Mother and here you are saying that I actually look good… Ugh! I can never do anything right!” “You did everything right, my dear. You look lovely, sophisticated, and so much older than you actually are… and you rid yourself of those hideous, cumbersome hoops and that whalebone contraption you women wear

“I expect I shall.” He said with a grin. Sophia watched as he walked towards the dining room. His walk was unchanged with their encounter and she wondered how many other girls who talked to with such familiarity. “I see you’ve made yourself an acquaintance.” Sophia’s mother said. Sophia jumped at the sound of her mother’s voice. She had been lost in thought after her meeting with the duke. “He seemed agreeable.” Sophia nodded with agreeance. “Quite.” Her mother said with a stiff nod. Sophia

The Upstream and Downstream of Seeing Annie Dillard’s “Seeing” discusses the two possible ways to properly see things and relates them to light versus darkness in nature and upstream versus downstream of a river. The essay explains that there are two ways to see things in the world; to look for something specifically or to let go of the desire to see something. Both types of seeing are also combined with either brightness or darkness and with either upstream or downstream. Dillard has trouble seeing

“Speaking of drunk, I have wine in my room. Shall we indulge? I’ve never seen you have more than a few sips, Maxen.” He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her. “I will drink. Let me dress and fetch the bottle.” He hopped out of bed, and Audra admired his magnificent, muscular backside with a satisfied smile on her face and he slipped into his trousers, but the spotted a smear of blood on his lower arm. “Maxen, you’re still bleeding.” “Nothing to worry about.” He dragged his tunic over his

It is so important to be grateful for what you have in your life. Be grateful for what you have right now, and you will simply be living a happier life. People that fill their lives with complaining, fill their lives with stress. We almost go through our day looking for things to complain about. Once you change that and have a positive outlook, lots of that stress will go away. Be grateful, positive, live in the now, because on a moments notice it can all be taken away. This took me a long

“Shut up, cunt!” left girl shouts, swinging a fist right at Madge’s face. Madge is just barely able to dodge the attack, and the girl’s hand collides painfully against the metal of the locker behind Madge. “Shit!” she curses, clutching her injured hand to her chest. “Heather!” the girl on the right admonishes. “What is wrong with you? You can’t just attack people!” “Yeah,” the middle girl agrees weakly, looking at Madge wearily. Madge glances around the room. Every girl in the room is waiting

Satirical writing Yus! Here comes the biggest trolley full of all the food groups, all the cleaning products, all of the best toys for your endless amounts of cats and dogs, and a tiny little old lady struggling to push this big load through the check out where she finally starts loading her groceries on the converbelt in the most inconvenient order possible, to make my job 10 times harder! “hi there, how are you” I say with complete despair as I look at the amount of work I have to do. but I get