My Dog Essay

A swarm of bees took flight in my stomach. Although the roar of the crowd was audible from backstage, I moved around attempting to hear the fulfilling clank of the beads that attached to my cornrow braids. I felt skeptical about everything around me as this was more than ever I dreamed of in the twenty-five years of my life. I mustered the courage to peer behind the curtains only to find multitudinous copies of my book being held by people whom I’d never met before. The same words of “The fear…

The short story “A Mere interlude” written by Thomas Hardy makes effective use of narrative voice to reveal the intentions of Hardy in crafting such a story. The irony of the title, as what was supposed to be “A Mere Interlude”, Baptista’s short and tragic marriage to her ex-lover Charles Stow, eventually takes form as a major turning point in her life. It subjects her to much emotional turmoil and eventually leads her back to the one thing she hoped to escape from through her marriage to…

All The Lights I clench my fist tightly. Twenty-one blinking faces stare me down. I look down at my paper, feeling tears rising from wherever tears come from to the corners of my eyes. I blink them back. “Dormant breathing, constant searching, I am alert…..” I stumble over the last words in my poem, the class courteously claps, and I shuffle to my seat in one sweeping motion. We had been assigned to write a poem on our perception of current events in the world. Writing the poem was fairly…

Barbie is My Favorite Doll When I was a little girl, I thought nothing in the world could delight me more than a Barbie doll. She has often stayed with me in spirit and acted like a model for me to follow, when I have grown in my childhood. Indeed, Barbie doll is like a life-like figure, who stimulated my imagination, encouraged me to move on when I felt sad, enlightened me when I was in the dark. Interesting, Barbie doll was also my faithful friend, always lending its ear to listening to my…

I could picture the Earth in my head. The blues of water, greens of vegetation, and whites of clouds, all the essentials of life swirling together as if left by brush strokes. I had been seeing it since my first earth science class in elementary school, glaring out at me from textbooks as if demanding an answer. How could you do this? The question reverberated in my head, the dull ache of cognitive dissonance setting in as I peered out the window. I didn’t have an answer. None of us did. That’s…

Colleen Moore was an American film actress in silent film era. Moore became one of the most fashionable stars of the era and popularize with her's bobbed haircut.Moore was the eldest child and she owned dollhouses as a child, but her father suggested that she should pursue her passion for miniatures and dollhouses by creating the "doll house" of her dreams. She started taking her first step in Hollywood when she was 15 years old,her uncle arranged a screen test with American film director like…

marked me so deep into my veins and it was written all over in papers.. It was one sunday afternoon and as I exit the parking lot into the building were the store I worked was located I felt this warm feeling rolling round and round not only in my belly but in my head.. The smell of cannabis drowned the whole building it was insanely gross. I speed walked as I covered my nose with my long sleeve shirt. I made my way to the back where only employees were allowed. Then made my way to the front…

IN THE BRIEF MOMENTS FOLLOWING HIS DEATH, Senator Donald Welt was sure of one thing, he was dead. That much he knew for certain. But there were other things he didn’t know of course. The small things, the details. Who had shot him? Why had they shot him? What was next? That final question seemed most pressing for the time being, a question he claimed to know the answer to throughout his entire political career. It’s so easy for the living to talk about death, but for the dead it was no laughing…

experiencing pain and suffering. Whenever I would be going through a dark moment in my life, I would often blame God for not loving me. Kairos helped me discover the truth of God, showing me that bad things are when we need God the most and must not doubt His plan. Always thought that since I turned myself off to God, God would do the same. Kairos showed me that God never turns His back on us. In my life, God is a larger part of my life than He has ever been. No longer looking to him only for…

In My Antonia written by Willa Cather the story is told in the form of a memoir despite being fictional. The introduction is Jim Burden talking to a friend about a girl named Antonia that they were both acquainted with. Jim suggests the idea that they both write down every story about Antonia that they can remember and form it into a book. The friend agrees however never writes their half. The book My Antonia is the memories Jim Burden has written about his dear friend Antonia Shimerda. Jim has…