The story I chose to analyze was The Story of My Body by Judith Ortiz Cofer. This is my thesis: The “Story of My Body” by Judith Ortiz Cofer. Judith takes you on a journey of a Puerto Rican girl who battles the way people see her skin, color, size, and looks. Judith uses the girl’s point of view, diction from the Hispanic language, and metaphors to bring us into her thoughts and feelings in order to show us how Hispanic women are judged throughout different stages of their life. The evidence I used to support my essay was mostly from the text itself.…
The Autobiography of a Wooden Baseball Bat I remember back when I used to be a big, healthy ash tree in central North America. I had all my friends living next to me. Oak, Maple, Pine, they were all where there with me. Then one day it all turned around. I was sitting there, my leaves blowing in the wind, when a creature with a spinning machine starts cutting away at my feet.…
Exposition There were butterflies in my stomach and I could feel beads of sweat run down my face. A policeman unlocked my handcuffs and pushed me into the dark cell. My clothes were mucky and weighed down with sweat. The dirty cell had a foul stench of garbage and rotten sewage which made it impossible to withstand. My family were supporters of women's rights ever since I was a little girl .…
but then I felt something touch me It was so hot I started screaming. Then I lost consensus. I woke up a very long time after that I was laying on the ground a stone building there was a cloth covering me.…
One day my friend had me over to his house and we played games and ran around all night, then when it was morning we were bored and we decided we wanted to play a video game and we decided that we would fight to see who would get the comfy chair. Little did we know that it was not a good idea!!! We ended up fighting for the chair and he jumped on it and then I tried to get it by jumping on him and forcing him out but instead we spun around and around. I ended up falling off and was so dizzy that I stumbled and hit the fire plays head first and got a big old goose egg! I learned not to jump on a spinny chair, let alone with another person on it.…
I had only just begun climbing the mountain. Maybe only 20 feet up when I heard rustling. I turned around to see a guy standing there. He had midnight black hair and star silver eyes. He had a tall, lean figure but his skin was so pale he looked like a sheet.…
Unknown forces 2022, height of the trans-Canadian war, and I’m stuck here in school, Washington, 17, still single, like a fuckin nerd. I live alone, but am still not legally an adult, so I can't actually do that much. It was the Thursday of the end of 12th grade. I had a few ideas for what to do once I’m out of 12th, but only a high school degree won’t get you much.…
Wait! Please do not do this I can explain Pow! Just like that my life flashed before my eyes,I could feel the sharp pain of the 9mm bullet shred my skin like it was nothing,I screamed out words that would not of been polite to anyone's ears. I could feel the traumatizing beat of my heart pounding the back of my head, the ringing inside my ears seemed to ward out any sound that my ears seemed to pick up on any other normal day. The only thing i could hear was the faint screams of the sirens on top of the law enforcement vehicles.…
I awoke to the sound of beeping, a constant yet rhythmic noise that made me feel a sense of being alive. As my eyes adjusted to the light I noticed the windows weren't like the ones in my room; a wave of panic washed over me. " Good Morning Baiju, do you know where you are?" a soft voice asked in an calming tone. It was the nurse from before the procedure, which triggered my memory.…
I sit there in shock at the sight of seeing my brother who's standing before me, wearing a black bulletproof vest and army boots. The sounds of screams and guns going off can still be heard within my apartment and...outside? Even with the light shinning in my face and the room completely dark, I can see that he's covered with all this protective gear and... As I was about to open my mouth, Duncan grabs me and pulls me out of the apartment.…
My head was reeling. I was walking through a cemetery. Among the stiffened corpses, there were logs of wood. Not a sound of distress, not a plaintive cry, nothing but mass agony and silence. Nobody asked anyone for help.…
Then a hood covered my head. “Don’t make it harder for us,” the hangman whispered. The hood was as dark as a funeral scarf, I kept on hoping that they would distinguish me, that they would stop the hanging and free me. I got to know that there was no hope, when the countdown began.…
Physically, I would describe my body as medium and heavy. Medium because I'm not that tall and also I'm not that short. I see myself in the middle. Heavy because I have experience some gain during the past three months since I have overly been going to the gym.…
A few years ago I remember walking home from school. Mind you I thought I was very handsome back in those days, I had soft, dark brown hair, I went to the gym every day, I was fit and healthy, personally I thought I was a ladies man and I still am (I think). Anyways, I was almost home…
I managed to get to my feet but by this time my entire body was transformed. I could hardly manage. I took a few steps and with those few steps I took long deep breaths. Something was really wrong! I felt a gush of water running down my legs and a sharp pain in my back and lower abdomen, and with that sudden attack I screamed from the bottom of my lungs.…