Insult

I wrote an informational, analytical essay to enlighten my reader on the fluidity of a literary work. Much like the children’s game telephone, a story can change depending on who is telling it, where they chose to tell, it how they want the message to be interpreted and why they chose to tell that particular story. I chose to interpret the short story never marry a Mexican by Cisneros in a critical feminist view point as opposed to let’s say a racial or a psychological view point. “Feminist…

“Never make a mountain out of a mole hill,” I grew up not understanding what that meant, but now I know. It essentially means that you shouldn’t play with your fate, you never know what could happen or what you could see. I grew up believing depression would never get to me that I would be unaffected by it, but now I know that this is not the case. I used to be told by my father that depressed people were ‘freaks’ or ‘crying out for attention’, but there are many people who suffer in silence,…

“Sela, where are you?” My mother’s voice frantic. I stood perfectly still in my shadow trying to hold back the giggles. “Sela please come out, this is not funny.” When I noticed that mom had started to cry I felt guilty of my prank. “Mommy” I yelled as I stepped out of the white shadow. “Sela, where were you?” She said as she grabbed hold of me and hugged me close to her chest. “Mommy I can’t breath.” I squeaked as I tried to wiggle my way out of her grasp. All of sudden her relief turned into…

“Hello Mr. Standfield, I am Dr. Winslow, I will be conducting your psychoanalysis. How are you feeling today?” “I fine how about yourself?” Mr. Standfield replied. “Great, thank you for asking. Please can you describe to me the events that occurred on November 21, 2012 and any events that lead up to that day please?” “Sure doc but I can only remember certain things about that day, I mean it is all fuzzy and all.” “Just tell me what ever you remember.” “You mind if I lay on that long couch there…

Would you be mad at your mother for dying or for being sick? In the memoir Wild by Cheryl Strayed, Strayed at 22 years old had several issues after her mother’s death from cancer. Strayed, devastated became involved in heroin use, and sleeping with other men rather than her husband Paul. Which led her to divorce him. Her stepfather disconnected from Strayed 's family, and her brother and sister stayed distant from her. After fourth years of her mother’s death she seeks self-discovery, and a…

Everyone has their own story of mercy. Everyone has a story of mercy that might inspire them. A story they will never forget. In my case the story I’m telling you today took place most of my childhood. It all started in in the year 2006. My mother was taking me and my brother to her home country, Dominican Republic. My father didn’t go due to his job requirements, so it was just me, my brother and my mom. When we got back from our two week vacation. Everything went back to how it always was. My…

INNER VOICE Of course. It’s genius! It won’t cause as much pain which is a con, but other than that good choice. SHELLY Now there will be no mess. No blood to clean. They won’t even have to clean me up. Just throw me in the box and send me six feet below. The only question is where do I get them? INNER VOICE You know Mommy dearest has a whole cabinet full. The past eighteen years have taken quite the toll on her. You can take them all because as soon as you’re gone she won’t need any of them…

“Mom this is totally unfair! I was only one hour off curfew and I totally called dad ahead of time to tell him I was going to be late.” Maxi says with as much teen angst one could possibly manage into a statement. “Maxianna it is not a choice! You need to learn that what I say goes, your father and I are no longer married therefore when you’re at my house you follow my rules. You are not going anywhere for the next week.” Her mother fired back at her with a finality that was not to…

8-2016 Tran-Van-Binh After the special Police ordeal; the loss of her parents, Loan finally moved in with aunt Tam; after all, aunt Tam was the only relative that Loan has in Dalat. When the ripple of the Special Police had smoothened and Lien successfully had reinstated the license of café BoHo, Loan and Loan went back to work again, as if nothing had happened. Lien still flew happily among her customers, talking about their schools work, advising on their love life, or just recommending…

Kamaria’s Journey It was May 15,1923 in Manhattan,New York, when I was walking home from school with my bestfriends. We all live on the same block, where everyone knows each other. “So,” Alexia said looking slyly at me, “are you going to sign up for the contest?” My friends looked at me impatiently waiting for an answer. “ Maybe.” I said walking slightly faster to avoid more questioning. “ What do you mean ‘maybe’, girl you have to best voice around. I don’t see why you so…