I am standing in my tiny kitchen, half asleep, trying to prepare my breakfast - coffee and cereal - and at the same time looking out the window to see how the weather is. I open the bag of coffee and pour brown, coarse, granules into a golden filter; now just a click of a button and it will start brewing. The aroma alone is opening my eyes wider, and I notice that it's beginning of a sunny day. I open the fridge, take the purple milk container out, and in my sunny yellow bowl mix it with my favorite cereal. Still standing by my kitchen counter, I start to savor my coffee and continue to eat my corn flakes and then in the back of my mind I can hear the voice.
My dear, you should never eat while standing up, all of the food will go straight to your ankles and you will be known as Miss Elephant Feet.? That's what my great grandmother used to say to me whenever I misbehaved and got up from the table or ran around the room while consuming my lunch. I called her Grandma Stefcia, even though it was her son who was my real grandfather. During my childhood she was my best friend, she was also my worst enemy in times of disobedience. It took me many years to realize how much did she influence my life .I often hear many of her comments in my mind, especially when I need to make a difficult decision and I can feel her spirit hovering above me in times of despair.
I can remember sitting in her small apartment on a beautiful sunny day, waiting for her to get ready to go out. I can see her tall, slim silhouette against the window, her lovely, symmetrical face with piercing blue eyes and hardly any wrinkles even though she was almost seventy years old. She would put her gray hair into a neat chignon, and dab on some blush, lipstick and perfume (very discreetly, she didn't want look too made up), and she would never consider leaving her homeundone.? I was standing on the chair, and looking outside the window, I could see my girlfriends jumping rope, and I couldn't wait to play with them.
After he died, my life felt pointless. ... After lifting up my head, I noticed a lake. ... I dubbed this sandy beach the "Jordan River" because of the biblical story where King Naaman washed himself in the Jordan River eight times to cure his leprosy. This beach brought me to a better place mentally and cured me of my depression. ... My journey began in tragedy, and stagnated in a mental prison. ...
I loved being able to dump all my ideas on paper and create stories with complex plotlines. ... I wrote my first full-length story for the first time in third grade. ... I still enjoy creating stories and reading books, just on a more casual level. ... Yet when I start reading a book or writing a story, everything else fades away. I like literature because it allows me to forget about my other responsibilities and get lost in the story. ...
She states in an interview "I didn't do it just because that's what my father was doing, I did it because it was something that inside I wanted to do". ... Jhumpa's first short story collection she put out was Interpreter of Maladies. ... Only goodness is one of my favorite short stories by her. ... For example every Sunday in my house I eat dinner at 3PM. Usually early to eat dinner but that's an Italian tradition that's been in my family forever. ...
In the Gospels, the apostles report the story of how Jesus came into Peter's house and heal his mother in law, lying in a fever. ... Because I do not flesh and blood revealed it to thee, but my Father who is in heaven. Behold, I say to thee: That thou art Peter - the Rock, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. ... Christ said: Feed my sheep. ...
In the story of Bless me Ultima, it struck me to see how so much of Antonio's life was based on such thoughts and believes. It shows how a society will place importance on tales and stories from past generations to affect the way people live in the present. ... This especially made me want to sit-down with the author and express my personal believes about God. ... For many Latin kids, it is natural for life to filled with tales and stories that involve the supernatural. ... At different times through out the story, I was reminded of my childhood in Mexico and the many tales we heard as...
My English Draft Discussing Saki's Sympathy For The Underdog and his Dislike for aunts and such like privileged people I think that Saki's life immensely affected his short stories. ... The three short stories I will be discussing are, "The Story Teller", "Sredni Vashtar" and "The Lumber Room". ... In the short story "The Story Teller" by Saki, an aunt was travelling with three little children. ... The real turning part in this story is the death of Mrs.Deropp (who is Conradins cousin), by my assertion. This is why the story interested me so much; therefore I thought that it woul...
To understand my story, you must believe that I am not lying or crazy or suffering from some type of long-term amnesia. ... But with my family members' supports, my company grew larger and larger. ... " Everybody believed my story except a crime investigator. ... I replied that the story she was claiming was not true at all. ... This was my story of revenge. ...
Political Views In Haroun and The Sea of Stories Salman Rushdie wrote Haroun and The Sea of Stories, during the long period of exile and hiding that followed a 1988 contract (fatwah) put out against him by the Ajatollah-Khomeini. ... Written as a long distance message to his then young son, Haroun and The Sea of Stories is about on the man's struggle to overcome cultural diversity, freedom of speech, and censorship. ... This "free" society is represented in Haroun by the Guppees who defend the sea of stories because it reflects the diversity of their own community. ... So in so far ...