2009 in literature

I can’t stand the taste of this nicotine on my tongue, it’s bitter and degrading. But it’s the only hint of heat on this raw and bleak night. It’s cold as hell, which doesn’t make sense because hell could never be cold. It’s always cold here. Fucking Michigan. God’s snow globe. We are all fucking snowmen in this winter-wonderland. Well, most of us, not me though. No, I refuse to follow the ways of these morons around me, who just go on with life as if nothing were wrong. Not giving a shit about…

“I will not love it! And isn’t it better to look like a fool with me than with Perceval? I mean, whoever your future husband may be.” Carina gave a wry grin and held out the other cucumber. “Just go ahead and grasp it and move your hand up and down with a firm grip.” Summoning her courage, Joan reached out and wrapped her hand around the cucumber, doing her best to imitate the actions Carina had demonstrated earlier. “You are a natural!” praised Carina, and Joan groaned at the statement. “Now…

The Moment My Life Began Throughout High School, I was the typical jock. Going to school for me was a breeze; I never did study but always seemed to get good grades. Being in class all I could think about was being on the football field. In my mind, every second I wasted sitting in class was another second I was not on the field. Realizing that I wanted to be on the football field instead of in the classroom caught up to quicker then I could realize. Being in high school was the closes feeling…

Just by embracing one philosophical teaching it could change and better your life. In the second half of the book, Philosophy For Life And Other Dangerous Situations by Jules Evans, Heraclitus, the Skeptics, Diogenes, Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates are all discussed. Each one of them provides a different philosophical teaching. Heraclitus taught us about the cosmic perspective, the Skeptics taught us to have our own opinion, Diogenes taught us to live simply, Plato taught us justice, Aristotle…

My hands were red in the cold. It seeped over from my fingertips to my palms and then to the back of my hands. The brown color became near nonexistent. I needed to get out of the cold and home before dark. My steps were tentative. Much like a baby deer taking its first steps, I skidded across the ice and snow. Tentative movements would make me slower, but ultimately safe. I just needed to get home by seven and I would be safe. I wouldn 't say I was superstitious, but nana 's old tales of the…

reader. For Nicholas Sparks, his writing style has to be very liberal and flexible because if it was not like that then he would only create similar novels. It is essential that he is able to manipulate his own writing style. The main thing that affects the writing style as said before is the theme of the novel; that is what sets the mood for the writing style. Apparently the theme is very important for Nicholas Sparks ' writing because that is what causes a remarkable difference between the…

I could name a hundred and one mentors I’ve encountered and been influenced by, but many of them would only have a smidgen of effect on who I am now. Unsurprisingly, the most influential mentor I’ve encountered is you. There are certain things in our upbringing that influences us in a very complete way and I believe the type of parents we grow up with are one of the most impactful things. Different types of parents produce different types of people in the world and I fully believe had I had a…

I mean you really need to watch the she wolf video, Its at the bottom, who would direct that? Its SO hilarious. I mean she’s amazing, but You’d think she’d be like damn wtf am I doing?? Hahahaa! I know that’s you in the closet. The only she wolf that’s EVER, “brought me to my knees”. Porn does make people simply sexual objects. I “liked” straight/gay porn 50/50 because the men were less dramatic. I just look at your Adams apple and I am completely content. You came in like a, “wrecking ball”.…

My journey here has been extremely tough, frankly I don’t really know how I survived it all. Thankfully, the gods found some mercy in their hearts to let me live. I was met again with death, but that will not stop me; I am forever determined to make my way back to my home, Ithaca. Once I found my way to land, my dream that once felt so far away wasn’t anymore. I knew that if I was able to survive my first night there without anybody or anything finding me, I would have a good chance. So I…

We start are walk in silence but a question I have hangs in the air. I Decide to ask it, wondering what’s the worst that could happen. Nervous for his response I open in close my mouth a couple times, but eventually get the question out. “Why were you crying?” I ask. “Personal stuff,” he stiffens. I wonder if I went somewhere I should not have. “Secrets?” I ask. Wondering if I’m making the situation worse. “Yes,” he says.” “Well you won’t have to worry about it soon. The ceremony is in two…