What About Me

nurses stopped what they were doing and looked at him and then at each other confusingly. “What did you just say?” MJ huffed, blowing out steam from his anger that was building up inside and forming enraged from the thought of seeking revenge on the nigga who’d done that to him. “My daughter, Marlorana! I need to know if she is okay, now!” MJ said in a confused and menacing tone. Both nurses looked at each other again and this time the older black lady spoke up. “Honey, from what I read in the…

My mom always got up earlier than me because she was a teacher, she came in my room before she left this particular morning to remind me to stop by Georgia power to pay a bill and not to forget about my tutoring sessions I had at omega that evening. I yelled okay and went back to sleep. The buzz of my alarm startled me and I jumped up and got ready to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, and looked for something to wear. All of this took a…

The chapter “‘You’ll Never Believe What Happened’ Is Always a Good Place to Start” from the Native Narrative “The Truth About Stories” by Thomas King explores the twisting path of how stories configure who we are, how we interpret, and how we interact with the world around us. Thomas King uses detailed examples in his writing that exceed what he is trying to say. For instance, as a narrator, he tells a story about the moment he discovered what happened to his Father. The narrator's Father…

I learned a lot and I will forever bring this with me whenever I am in a car, driving or not. I realized during this that nobody’s life is worth getting somewhere in a hurry. You should leave with the correct amount of time to get to your destination without having to speed. Speeding is not, and never…

When I first read the syllabus of our class to see which books we would be using as reference I was with a close friend of mine. I told her we would be reading The Cry of Tamar by Pamela Cooper-White and she told me immediately “You can use my copy! It’s a great story!” I never heard of Tamar and was intrigued to read this book based on my friends recommendation. As I read the story of Tamar, I was saddened and angry to see that even in those times, the men would corroborate to protect the…

playing tag and I thought I could outsmart my sister, Emma, by hiding in the basement. She came down the stairs and started to look for me. It took her a while but she finally found me. Emma chased me up the stairs around the corner to the doorway to the living room. I hit my fingers on the door frame as I ran through, it stung but I did not think too much about it. I ran outside and around the house to find another spot to hide in. As soon as I found a good hiding spot I sat down to catch my…

the corral, sending up puffs of dirt with every step. I glanced behind me and noticed two of the troublesome horses nipping at the others and darting away, hidden by the cloud of dust their quickly moving hooves created. A stern look from Bandit restored calm but couldn’t completely expel the restlessness of the herd. I slid off Buttons and proceeded to unlatch the old, rusty gate and let it swing open. All eyes were fastened on me as I quickly mounted again. I snatched my radio off my belt and…

that means infinite stars, too, if you think about it. Some have to collide. Some have to burn out to make room for the next. It’s freshman year and my mom helps me move cross-state from Colorado to Nebraska, unload my stuff in giant rolling laundry carts into McGloin Hall, my home for the next nine months. McGloin is supposed to be just for sophomores, but I waited until the last minute with the application, all the freshman dorms filled up so they stuck me in, too. It’s half-reward,…

I think it’s weird how water looks almost black under frozen lakes. When it’s warm the water seems so friendly and inviting, but during the winter it’s almost ominous. “I just don’t feel the same way about you anymore, Aleksei” that’s definitely the worst thing anyone has ever said to me. It feels like it didn’t happen, but at the same time it feels like it’s the only thing that’s happened all week. Everything else is just jaded by those words. This was my first day of my junior year in college,…

possibility of resurrection. Here, he is dead to those who reside in the U.S. while he is alive to those who are home. The story is playing with focalization, twisting from one character and what they know to the next, jumping from country to country…