Hurrying

The bakery shop owner was hurrying by when he happened to see the shaft of papers. Sitting on the bench alone, he picked them up and became mesmerized. He was engrossed in the story he forgot his urgent errand. That night he give the tale to his wife, who in turn gave it to a friend…

Sydney Body Story (Man In The Woods) “Ana come on! We have to go and pick up all your friends and then I have to drop you off in the mountains! Please hurry up I have better things to do today!” yelled Ana’s dad Mark. “Alright dad I’m coming!”. Ana raced down the stairs and barely even said goodbye to her mom before dashing out the door and slamming the car door shut. Ana had picked up all her friends on the way to the mountain Josh, Brad, Chloe and Chris, they were all excited to be spending…

As they entered the gates at long last, Veronica saw that many other mothers — who probably didn’t have as much reason as she to be paranoid — had the exact same idea. There were children on harnesses to prevent them from running and getting lost in a crowd. Children in strollers and children being held tight by the hand or wrist. Veronica approved. Brayden was happily munching on his cotton candy, coming up with a pink mustache where his wet lips kept dipping into the spun sugar. Veronica’s…

“You need to go back to work,” Charlie said as she sat on top of the fence, observing Bass as he chopped wood out by her Grandpa’s barn. Stopping for a moment, Bass wiped his arm across his forehead before swinging the axe once again. “I do, huh?” he grunted knocking the wood out of the way before grabbing another log to split. “Uh huh. Otherwise, you’ll be joining me in la la land sooner rather than later.” “Don’t do that,” he huffed, swinging the axe again before leaving where it lay…

“Whatever the number, they had no chance of escape” (Argersinger, 73), as only a few remembered the fire escape that was inadequate anyways as it only consisted of “a lone ladder running down to a rear narrow court, which was smoke filled as the fire raged one narrow door giving access to the ladder.” (Argersinger, 73). Given those conditions, the few workers that could have remembered about the fire escape would probably still have died in the incident. Another fact to be taken into…

One night in Purple County, it was the beginning of something no one could imagine. The story begins on a stormy, cloudy night when Billy’s phone rang, “Hello, who is this?” he moaned half asleep, “This better not be a prank call, you little rascals are always trying to test me. I don’t want to buy anything goodb-” “No it’s me you silly bum, sorry I just have a lot going on right now. Can you come over to my house and talk, please, I really need to vent.” said Ally, his best friend. “Do you…

In general structural theories and frameworks consider narratives in universal terms, denying often the cultural, historical, and geographical or gender specificity of narratives, authors, readers and narrators. Such unifying analysis and interpretation have been found lacking in expanse by the exponents of Feminist Narratology like Susan Lanser, Kathy Mezei and Moly Hite. According to them the discourse of arrangement of components in narratives and their narration through a fictional or real…

Hughes’ work has drawn up the old battle lines of poetic engagement between those who trust fictions of the everyday world and those who have been visited by truths unavailable to ordinary, jaded senses. It is important to analyze the poet’s own subjective relationship to his writing and the problems this presents to the reader. The dramatic relationship between two narrative voices1 – self and senses, body and spirit- which is typical of Hughes’ work, rests upon existential questions. The…

He turned a little sideways in his chair to drink his mug of coffee. At the table on his left the man with the strident voice was still talking remorselessly away. A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice.…

"Well, use your head, son," he said, smiling. Which really meant, "That's all I'm going to tell you," or "I don't know the answer, so don't embarrass me." A Partnership Is Formed The next morning, I told my best friend, Mike, what my dad had said. As best I could tell, Mike and I were the only poor kids in this school. Mike was like me in that he was in this school by a twist of fate. Someone had drawn a jog in the line for the school district, and we wound up in school with the rich kids. We…