He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.
Clemmy Sue Jarvis, fifteen inches taller than a doorknob, weighs less than a hummingbird, recently retired, at sixty-three, from a mundane minimum wage job. For seventeen generations her family has lived on the eastern shores, of Virginia, in the rural hamlet of Wrongberight. Recently, four intermittent summer rainstorms, have transformed the community’s roadways into a never-ending slip and slide. Late Saturday afternoon Clemmy Sue cautiously pulls out of her driveway, and slowly turns south onto Flat Bottom Road. Carefully, she maneuvers down the road in her rusty Chevy pickup that she has kept mobile with hairpins, bubble gum, and duct tape.
Although Dr. Roy Petifils has grown out of the terrible adolescent stage of feeling invisible, it lives with him every day of his life. He opens up with a story about going to a butchers place with his mother, who did not tell him why they were there. When they were in the back, he talks about the cows and pigs hanging up and cut open and the butcher is teaching him about how being a butcher works and why they do it.
While visiting the doctor’s office, John stayed nearby in a hotel. Each day he stopped by an old African American man who would shine his shoes. After several days he learned that the old shoe shiner was named Sterling Williams. Six days later he was out on his wild quest.
Personal Narrative by Kyle The reason i was named Kyle Hutton because Hutton is a Irish name. I was named Kyle because Kyle is also a Irish name. My family is somewhat Irish on both sides of the Family. That is why my name was Kyle.
One day, Scout and Jem are walking in the woods when they see Tim Johnson, the neighborhood dog that, “...walked erratically, as if his right hind legs were shorter than his left legs” (Lee 123). Rabies in dogs can be common during a certain time in the year while the Great Depression continues. However, these types of dogs only get rabies in February and it is August during this event. Still, Calpurnia, a black woman who is the family’s cook, warns her neighbor by exclaiming, “I know it’s February, Miss Eula May, but I know a mad dog when I see one.
Clouds began to roll into the small town of Springvale around mid-morning, and the rain followed shortly after. It was easy going at first, but quickly became torrential. The brightness of the morning was consumed by the ravenous appetite of the clouds, turning day to night. This kind of weather was not uncommon for the coastal town during the summer months. Many of the citizens of Springvale relished the constant rain.
Jem’s nose wrinkled. “Are we as poor as the Cunninghams?” “Not exactly. The Cunninghams are country folks, farmers, and the crash hit them hardest. ”(Lee,page 23)
Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
Alice Carter sat at the table with her whole family in a peace that had its own way of changing when no one was looking. She picked up a well-cooked bacon butty that her dad had made for her this morning, like a routine of doing so for his girls, who sat in brushed up and kind smile reached their faces. The only person with the frown of dispreading was their mum who folded her arms like a patron of a prison guard, spectrally eyeing Alice as she eaten her food quietly. Alice was petite with strong figure and her dark brown hair glowed like in the dark, a perturbed of a smile that you had expected to see on a model.
The Outsider Emma’s eyes stung with pain, as the harsh sun beat down on her lost colored face. Shouting arose throughout the crowd of people. Everyone jumped up out of the rusty seats and started to clap and holler, Emma sat there, emotionless. She has gone too far to many soccer games and they had simply stopped amusing her. She spotted her younger sister down on the muddy field, who seemed just as excited as the rest of the crowd.
The freezing cold, Siberian wind bit my dry skin as I was trying to fall asleep on the decrepit hotel bed. The bed sheets stank as awful as a skunk. Wallpaper was peeling off the walls. It had an abstract image printed on it.
The Arrest – Personal narrative As a theatre practitioner for ten years, my main focuses has always been performing for a particular audience and leaving the stage with no intentions of attachments and effects. Fox (1994) in Johnson and Emunah (2009) states that playback’s attention to process, inclusivity, well- being of the performer as well as the audience makes it different from other forms of familiar forms of theatre in which artistic success of the production is the ultimate goal tha matters (p445). This means that the stories that I had been performing had nothing to do with how the audience members reacted to them, but it was just for entertainment.
I awoke to it again. Fortunately it happened in the morning rather than some god-forsaken hour in the middle of the night, nonetheless it’s an unfavorable way to wake up. It’s a unique sound; an intense grumbling that is longer than yet just as loud as thunder. People here don’t complain, accepting it as the norm due to the frequency of occurrences.
The English Patient was released in 1996, the same year I was born. It won Best Picture, and I have been curious as to the quality of the Best Picture of my birth year and whether or not it reflects my life in anyway. Hopefully, it does not reflect my life in the future (it hasn’t yet). Thankfully, my life has also not been as mediocre as this Oscar-winner. Set during World War II, The English Patient stars Ralph Fiennes as a horribly burned patient (we later find out his name is Count Almásy) whom Hana (Juliette Binoche), a Canadian nurse, decides to tend to as he dies in a monastery in Italy.
