This document provides an excerpt from a longer work. It introduces the main character, Ron Farina, who is returning to college after withdrawing years prior to serve in the Vietnam War. Upon arriving at the admissions office, memories from his time at war come flooding back. He is then transported back to 1966 when he first arrived in Vietnam as a young Marine. The excerpt describes his initial experiences at the base, his befriending of another Marine named Al Rose, and their volunteering to be transferred to different bases further north.
This summary provides the key details from the document in 3 sentences:
The document is a collection of poems that explore themes of memory, loss, family, and mortality. Many of the poems reflect on the past and things that have been forgotten or left behind. One poem in particular focuses on "vanishing twin syndrome" and imagines the life of a twin that was absorbed in the womb. Overall, the poems express melancholy reflections on life and what is remembered or disappears over time.
This document is a creative writing piece told from two perspectives, referred to as "You" and "Me". It describes a surreal journey through a mysterious, endless house with many stories and rooms. "You" leads "Me" on this exploration, where they encounter strange characters and situations. Their relationship develops as they bond through intimate moments and care for each other during unsettling experiences. The house seems to reflect their psychological states and connection to one another.
This document provides a summary of Pablo Neruda's life and works. It states that Neruda was a Chilean poet born in 1904 who studied in Santiago in the 1920s. From 1927 to 1945 he served as a Chilean consul in various locations. After World War II he joined the Communist Party and later served in the Chilean government. He died shortly after a military coup ousted the government in 1973. The document provides excerpts from two of Neruda's poems: "A Dog Has Died" and "A Lemon."
This short story is narrated by Damen, who is immortal. He is escaping from his relationship with Drina, who he rescued from an orphanage centuries ago but has become greedy and demanding. Damen feels restless and bored with his eternal life and constant need to move to avoid raising suspicions. He arrives at a party in Paris in 1608, thinking about saying goodbye yet again as he seeks an unknown destiny.
This document provides a summary of Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Cask of Amontillado". It notes that the story, published in 1846, is in the public domain. It was created as a PDF ebook by José Menéndez. The summary then provides a brief synopsis of the plot in 3 sentences: The story is about a man named Montresor who seeks revenge on Fortunato for some insult, and lures Fortunato into his wine cellar under the guise of evaluating a wine, where he then bricks Fortunato alive within the walls.
The document is a story told in three parts between a man and a young woman at an urban music jam session. They use their imagination to tell an unfolding story about riding on the back of a large green mythical creature through a colorful forest. Their story explores themes of adventure, imagination, connection, and trusting one's inner guidance.
1) The author is a 60-year-old grandmother backpacking alone through France and Italy to cope with her grief after her husband's death.
2) She takes overnight buses and trains, staying in various campsites along the way. She bonds with fellow travelers of various ages and nationalities.
3) Backpacking provides her a sense of freedom and community that helps her process her loss. She finds joy in exploring cities like Marseille, Rome, and Siena, and plans to continue traveling annually to honor her late husband's memory.
02-17-13 - Late Stage Minor Opiate Addiction - A Chapbook by Greg BemGregoryBem
This document contains three sections. The first is an introduction by the author describing how he became mildly addicted to Vicodin after receiving blood clots in his leg. The second section contains eight poems inspired by another poet's work. The third section appears to be more poems written by the author about his experience with Vicodin addiction and the thoughts and feelings it evokes.
This summary provides the key details from the document in 3 sentences:
The document is a collection of poems that explore themes of memory, loss, family, and mortality. Many of the poems reflect on the past and things that have been forgotten or left behind. One poem in particular focuses on "vanishing twin syndrome" and imagines the life of a twin that was absorbed in the womb. Overall, the poems express melancholy reflections on life and what is remembered or disappears over time.
This document is a creative writing piece told from two perspectives, referred to as "You" and "Me". It describes a surreal journey through a mysterious, endless house with many stories and rooms. "You" leads "Me" on this exploration, where they encounter strange characters and situations. Their relationship develops as they bond through intimate moments and care for each other during unsettling experiences. The house seems to reflect their psychological states and connection to one another.
This document provides a summary of Pablo Neruda's life and works. It states that Neruda was a Chilean poet born in 1904 who studied in Santiago in the 1920s. From 1927 to 1945 he served as a Chilean consul in various locations. After World War II he joined the Communist Party and later served in the Chilean government. He died shortly after a military coup ousted the government in 1973. The document provides excerpts from two of Neruda's poems: "A Dog Has Died" and "A Lemon."
This short story is narrated by Damen, who is immortal. He is escaping from his relationship with Drina, who he rescued from an orphanage centuries ago but has become greedy and demanding. Damen feels restless and bored with his eternal life and constant need to move to avoid raising suspicions. He arrives at a party in Paris in 1608, thinking about saying goodbye yet again as he seeks an unknown destiny.
This document provides a summary of Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Cask of Amontillado". It notes that the story, published in 1846, is in the public domain. It was created as a PDF ebook by José Menéndez. The summary then provides a brief synopsis of the plot in 3 sentences: The story is about a man named Montresor who seeks revenge on Fortunato for some insult, and lures Fortunato into his wine cellar under the guise of evaluating a wine, where he then bricks Fortunato alive within the walls.
The document is a story told in three parts between a man and a young woman at an urban music jam session. They use their imagination to tell an unfolding story about riding on the back of a large green mythical creature through a colorful forest. Their story explores themes of adventure, imagination, connection, and trusting one's inner guidance.
1) The author is a 60-year-old grandmother backpacking alone through France and Italy to cope with her grief after her husband's death.
2) She takes overnight buses and trains, staying in various campsites along the way. She bonds with fellow travelers of various ages and nationalities.
3) Backpacking provides her a sense of freedom and community that helps her process her loss. She finds joy in exploring cities like Marseille, Rome, and Siena, and plans to continue traveling annually to honor her late husband's memory.
02-17-13 - Late Stage Minor Opiate Addiction - A Chapbook by Greg BemGregoryBem
This document contains three sections. The first is an introduction by the author describing how he became mildly addicted to Vicodin after receiving blood clots in his leg. The second section contains eight poems inspired by another poet's work. The third section appears to be more poems written by the author about his experience with Vicodin addiction and the thoughts and feelings it evokes.
The Queen and her ladies are in a garden seeking to alleviate the Queen's heavy thoughts and grief through sport or diversion. However, the Queen rejects the suggestions of bowling, dancing, and storytelling, as those activities would remind her of difficulties in the world or her own sorrow. She remains troubled.
Revolution's Blade Book 1 - The Hound's PreyStephen Allan
A young woman is traveling alone on a pony along a road at night when she encounters three armed men on horses who draw their swords and threaten her. Hidden high in a tree above them is a witness - a man on the run after accidentally killing a woman in a crowd. He debates whether to intervene to help the girl, but decides against it due to the danger, feeling cowardly for choosing to stay hidden. He is torn by guilt and remorse at the impending attack on the girl that he feels responsible for by not acting to help.
Fingerprints - Revista requisito de asignaturaBrandon Torres
Colección de escritos hechos por los estudiantes de la Universidad del Tolima
Revista no publicada.
Diseñado por Brandon Torres
Portada encontrada de la web con derechos Creative commons
Pitch document for a feature film based on the amazing life of Kucki Low - South Africa's first female commercial pilot. This biographical film will inspire audiences the world over to defy convention and follow their dreams.
Walt Whitman Poetry
The document provides a summary of Walt Whitman's life and work. It includes brief biographical details, summaries of several of his poems, and short excerpts from the poems. The poems discussed cover various themes such as nature, death, love, companionship, and the meaning of life. They demonstrate Whitman's contemplative and insightful style of poetry.
This document is a short story told in 5 pages. It describes a woman, Grace, spending the night with her ex-husband after reconnecting as friends. They have an intimate encounter, but he abruptly leaves her during their act. She hears him talking to another woman and realizes he has a partner. His partner then enters the bedroom and sees Grace in bed. Grace flees the apartment in shock and confusion, realizing she made a mistake in trusting her ex-husband again.
The document summarizes the results of the SUR in English Education and Learning competition. Students from 10 international schools in southern Spain submitted art, poetry, and writing reviews. A panel of judges selected winners and runners-up in each category. The primary winning artwork was a colorful landscape painting. The primary winning poem repeated lines to unfold like a meditation. The secondary winning artwork depicted the struggle of refugees through line cut figures. The secondary winning poem addressed delivering an unsent birthday message to a lost person. The judges praised the high standard and talent of the student works.
This poem reflects on how one's children grow up and the passage of time. While the speaker's children are now middle-aged adults, memories of them as young children still come back. The speaker wonders if they will always see their now-adult children as youngsters in their memories, playing games like jacks and jump rope, or if their children will always see them as a parent. The poem captures how time changes relationships and perspectives as children mature into adults.
This document appears to be a collection of poems submitted for a national poetry competition. It includes 21 poems written by students on various topics. The document provides brief biographies of the students who wrote the poems and acknowledges the work of the teachers and organizers in making the competition a success. It celebrates the talent and effort shown by the young writers.
This document is a collection of poems submitted for the 2015 National Poetry Competition in Ireland. It includes the table of contents, foreword, and 23 poems by various authors. The foreword congratulates the many students who participated, notes it was difficult to choose winners from so many great entries, and thanks the teachers for their support of the young writers. The poems cover various themes and range in style.
This summary provides context for a conversation between Falcon and his wife Devin in the early morning hours. Falcon wakes Devin to tell her something important that has happened. Devin is wary, as Falcon's profession in organized crime often keeps her awake at night worrying if he will return home safely. Their conversation touches on Falcon's ongoing infidelity with another woman named Ava, which causes Devin great pain, though she finds it difficult to truly hate Falcon due to her deep love for him. Falcon asserts his dominance over Devin by reminding her that she belongs to him. Their relationship is complex and troubled, defined by both deep love and betrayal.
This document tells the story of a ring passed down through generations. The current owner, Penelope, receives the ring from her music teacher Kalkin Ladon. The ring is made of black onyx and gold and has tiny replicas of itself carved onto it, suggesting an endless cycle of creation. Ladon explains the ring's power comes from its symbolism of the ouroboros, a serpent eating its own tail. The story then shifts to tragic events that befell Ladon's family during war, leaving Penelope exiled with her student Caldero, the last of their lineage. Penelope is telling Caldero the story of the ring and its symbolism.
This document is a collection of poems exploring themes of love, longing, nature, and spirituality. The poems use imagery of nature unfolding in spring to represent the unfolding of relationships and emotions. They describe feelings of missing a lover who is absent, the pain of a broken relationship, and the desire to be comforted and soothed. Overall the poems express deep longing, love, loss, and the complex intertwining of human emotions with the natural world.
Fantastic novel that proposes an alternative history of the origin of mankind, their main personal like Jesus Christ and the balance of good and evil in the rule of Aztlán Empire.
This document is an excerpt from a memoir describing the author's experiences growing up as an immigrant child in New York City. It discusses her shy nature as a child and her growing awareness of prejudice and unwanted attention as she got older. Specific incidents are described, such as being called offensive names by other children and having drivers honk their horns at her in a threatening manner. The author reflects on feeling constantly on edge at school among her peers and unable to truly be herself due to societal hierarchies and differences from being an immigrant. Overall, it conveys a sense of the challenges, fears and feelings of alienation the author faced during her childhood and teenage years.
This document provides summaries of poems by several notable American poets from the 2000s including Maya Angelou, Gwendolyn Brooks, Billy Collins, Rita Dove, Robert Hass, Ted Kooser, Stanley Kunitz, Mary Oliver, and others. It includes short biographies of each poet as well as samples of their poetry. The samples range from a few lines to a full poem and cover topics such as nature, aging, relationships, and social commentary.
This is my personal writing works for the Creative Course in Grade 12 HUMSS strand. You may print it in booklet style. Should you use any piece, please ask permission prior to use. Enjoy!
Usha Rani is a seasoned marketing and client relationship management professional with over 30 years of experience. She is currently a Relationship Manager at Moroccan Oil, an Israel-based hair care company, where she is responsible for technical training, marketing initiatives, and building strong relationships across South India. Previously she has held roles in logistics, sales, and marketing for various companies. She is seeking a dynamic role where she can contribute to a company's growth using her analytical, creative, and relationship-building skills.
This document appears to be an invoice listing 6 customers with their quantities purchased, price per item, and total amount. It includes the customer names, quantities ranging from 33 to 78, prices per item from $123 to $138, totals ranging from $4059 to $10764, and a grand total of $45130. It also lists the date as 12-oct.-15 and 3 names at the bottom.
This document shows the monthly sales amounts for 6 salespeople from July to September, their total sales, commission rate, subtotal with commission, discount rate, and amount to be paid. It lists the names of the salespeople and their sales figures for July, August, September, with totals, and commission and payment calculations applied to each person's total sales.
Este documento es una factura que detalla el transporte de un vehículo tipo TransRapid desde Palma de Mallorca a Porreres, un viaje de 13 km con un precio de 1,25€ por km y un IVA del 16% sobre el precio total.
This document appears to be a Haiku Deck presentation containing photos credited to various photographers. The presentation contains 12 photos in total credited to photographers such as reallyboring, vp_foz, NawafArt, Scott*, rafael-castillo, KaylaKandzorra, SimonSaysYes, Saimz Eyez, Steven Leith, tatadbb, Tracy Hunter, PG.NETO, hackett, and Leo Reynolds. The presentation encourages the viewer to get started creating their own Haiku Deck presentation on SlideShare.
The Queen and her ladies are in a garden seeking to alleviate the Queen's heavy thoughts and grief through sport or diversion. However, the Queen rejects the suggestions of bowling, dancing, and storytelling, as those activities would remind her of difficulties in the world or her own sorrow. She remains troubled.
Revolution's Blade Book 1 - The Hound's PreyStephen Allan
A young woman is traveling alone on a pony along a road at night when she encounters three armed men on horses who draw their swords and threaten her. Hidden high in a tree above them is a witness - a man on the run after accidentally killing a woman in a crowd. He debates whether to intervene to help the girl, but decides against it due to the danger, feeling cowardly for choosing to stay hidden. He is torn by guilt and remorse at the impending attack on the girl that he feels responsible for by not acting to help.
Fingerprints - Revista requisito de asignaturaBrandon Torres
Colección de escritos hechos por los estudiantes de la Universidad del Tolima
Revista no publicada.
Diseñado por Brandon Torres
Portada encontrada de la web con derechos Creative commons
Pitch document for a feature film based on the amazing life of Kucki Low - South Africa's first female commercial pilot. This biographical film will inspire audiences the world over to defy convention and follow their dreams.
Walt Whitman Poetry
The document provides a summary of Walt Whitman's life and work. It includes brief biographical details, summaries of several of his poems, and short excerpts from the poems. The poems discussed cover various themes such as nature, death, love, companionship, and the meaning of life. They demonstrate Whitman's contemplative and insightful style of poetry.
This document is a short story told in 5 pages. It describes a woman, Grace, spending the night with her ex-husband after reconnecting as friends. They have an intimate encounter, but he abruptly leaves her during their act. She hears him talking to another woman and realizes he has a partner. His partner then enters the bedroom and sees Grace in bed. Grace flees the apartment in shock and confusion, realizing she made a mistake in trusting her ex-husband again.
The document summarizes the results of the SUR in English Education and Learning competition. Students from 10 international schools in southern Spain submitted art, poetry, and writing reviews. A panel of judges selected winners and runners-up in each category. The primary winning artwork was a colorful landscape painting. The primary winning poem repeated lines to unfold like a meditation. The secondary winning artwork depicted the struggle of refugees through line cut figures. The secondary winning poem addressed delivering an unsent birthday message to a lost person. The judges praised the high standard and talent of the student works.
This poem reflects on how one's children grow up and the passage of time. While the speaker's children are now middle-aged adults, memories of them as young children still come back. The speaker wonders if they will always see their now-adult children as youngsters in their memories, playing games like jacks and jump rope, or if their children will always see them as a parent. The poem captures how time changes relationships and perspectives as children mature into adults.
This document appears to be a collection of poems submitted for a national poetry competition. It includes 21 poems written by students on various topics. The document provides brief biographies of the students who wrote the poems and acknowledges the work of the teachers and organizers in making the competition a success. It celebrates the talent and effort shown by the young writers.
This document is a collection of poems submitted for the 2015 National Poetry Competition in Ireland. It includes the table of contents, foreword, and 23 poems by various authors. The foreword congratulates the many students who participated, notes it was difficult to choose winners from so many great entries, and thanks the teachers for their support of the young writers. The poems cover various themes and range in style.
This summary provides context for a conversation between Falcon and his wife Devin in the early morning hours. Falcon wakes Devin to tell her something important that has happened. Devin is wary, as Falcon's profession in organized crime often keeps her awake at night worrying if he will return home safely. Their conversation touches on Falcon's ongoing infidelity with another woman named Ava, which causes Devin great pain, though she finds it difficult to truly hate Falcon due to her deep love for him. Falcon asserts his dominance over Devin by reminding her that she belongs to him. Their relationship is complex and troubled, defined by both deep love and betrayal.
This document tells the story of a ring passed down through generations. The current owner, Penelope, receives the ring from her music teacher Kalkin Ladon. The ring is made of black onyx and gold and has tiny replicas of itself carved onto it, suggesting an endless cycle of creation. Ladon explains the ring's power comes from its symbolism of the ouroboros, a serpent eating its own tail. The story then shifts to tragic events that befell Ladon's family during war, leaving Penelope exiled with her student Caldero, the last of their lineage. Penelope is telling Caldero the story of the ring and its symbolism.
This document is a collection of poems exploring themes of love, longing, nature, and spirituality. The poems use imagery of nature unfolding in spring to represent the unfolding of relationships and emotions. They describe feelings of missing a lover who is absent, the pain of a broken relationship, and the desire to be comforted and soothed. Overall the poems express deep longing, love, loss, and the complex intertwining of human emotions with the natural world.
Fantastic novel that proposes an alternative history of the origin of mankind, their main personal like Jesus Christ and the balance of good and evil in the rule of Aztlán Empire.
This document is an excerpt from a memoir describing the author's experiences growing up as an immigrant child in New York City. It discusses her shy nature as a child and her growing awareness of prejudice and unwanted attention as she got older. Specific incidents are described, such as being called offensive names by other children and having drivers honk their horns at her in a threatening manner. The author reflects on feeling constantly on edge at school among her peers and unable to truly be herself due to societal hierarchies and differences from being an immigrant. Overall, it conveys a sense of the challenges, fears and feelings of alienation the author faced during her childhood and teenage years.
This document provides summaries of poems by several notable American poets from the 2000s including Maya Angelou, Gwendolyn Brooks, Billy Collins, Rita Dove, Robert Hass, Ted Kooser, Stanley Kunitz, Mary Oliver, and others. It includes short biographies of each poet as well as samples of their poetry. The samples range from a few lines to a full poem and cover topics such as nature, aging, relationships, and social commentary.
This is my personal writing works for the Creative Course in Grade 12 HUMSS strand. You may print it in booklet style. Should you use any piece, please ask permission prior to use. Enjoy!
Usha Rani is a seasoned marketing and client relationship management professional with over 30 years of experience. She is currently a Relationship Manager at Moroccan Oil, an Israel-based hair care company, where she is responsible for technical training, marketing initiatives, and building strong relationships across South India. Previously she has held roles in logistics, sales, and marketing for various companies. She is seeking a dynamic role where she can contribute to a company's growth using her analytical, creative, and relationship-building skills.
This document appears to be an invoice listing 6 customers with their quantities purchased, price per item, and total amount. It includes the customer names, quantities ranging from 33 to 78, prices per item from $123 to $138, totals ranging from $4059 to $10764, and a grand total of $45130. It also lists the date as 12-oct.-15 and 3 names at the bottom.
This document shows the monthly sales amounts for 6 salespeople from July to September, their total sales, commission rate, subtotal with commission, discount rate, and amount to be paid. It lists the names of the salespeople and their sales figures for July, August, September, with totals, and commission and payment calculations applied to each person's total sales.
Este documento es una factura que detalla el transporte de un vehículo tipo TransRapid desde Palma de Mallorca a Porreres, un viaje de 13 km con un precio de 1,25€ por km y un IVA del 16% sobre el precio total.
This document appears to be a Haiku Deck presentation containing photos credited to various photographers. The presentation contains 12 photos in total credited to photographers such as reallyboring, vp_foz, NawafArt, Scott*, rafael-castillo, KaylaKandzorra, SimonSaysYes, Saimz Eyez, Steven Leith, tatadbb, Tracy Hunter, PG.NETO, hackett, and Leo Reynolds. The presentation encourages the viewer to get started creating their own Haiku Deck presentation on SlideShare.
A marriage license was issued on October 19, 2015 for Daniela Nohemi Moreno Rosales and Anette Michelle Pacheco Piñon. Jesus Arturo Perez Hernandez officiated the wedding ceremony for Daniela and Anette.
The document is a series of 20 photos all credited to the same photographer, Tim_in_Ohio. It suggests being inspired to create your own presentation using Haiku Deck on SlideShare, implying the photos serve as examples or templates for creating photo-based presentations.
A marriage license was issued on October 19, 2015 for Daniela Nohemi Moreno Rosales and Anette Michelle Pacheco Piñon. Jesus Arturo Perez Hernandez officiated the wedding ceremony for Daniela and Anette.
This short document promotes creating presentations using Haiku Deck, a tool for making slideshows. It encourages the reader to get started making their own Haiku Deck presentation and sharing it on SlideShare. In just one sentence, it pitches the idea of using Haiku Deck to easily create engaging slideshows.
Angela Asiedua Arthur has over 10 years of experience in sales and business development in the logistics industry in Ghana. She is currently the Head of Sales for DHL Global Forwarding Ghana, where she manages the country's sales team and is responsible for developing sales strategies to achieve revenue and market share targets. Prior to her current role, she held sales roles at DHL and Exel Logistics, where she acquired new clients in various sectors such as mining, oil and gas. She has a BSc in Biological Sciences and professional qualifications in logistics and transport.
Este documento lista varias vacantes de trabajo relacionadas con la tecnología de la información. Incluye puestos como Analista de Sistemas, Tester Junior, Desarrollador de Salesforce y Analista de Crédito y Cartera para empresas como Galletas Cuétara, PRAXI y Banamex. Cada lista incluye los requisitos de escolaridad y experiencia para cada puesto.
Este documento presenta información sobre la impresión 3D. Explica que la impresión 3D crea objetos tridimensionales apilando capas sucesivas de material. Describe que los planos virtuales de diseño se convierten en secciones digitales que guían a la máquina para depositar material estratificado hasta completar el modelo 3D. También incluye una opinión personal a favor de la impresión 3D por su capacidad de replicar objetos en 3D y su potencial uso en el futuro a pesar de su costo actual.
Este documento presenta información sobre la impresión 3D. Explica que la impresión 3D crea objetos tridimensionales apilando capas sucesivas de material. Describe que los planos virtuales de diseño se convierten en secciones digitales que guían a la máquina para depositar material estratificado hasta completar el modelo 3D. También incluye una opinión personal a favor de la impresión 3D por su capacidad de replicar objetos en 3D y su potencial uso en el futuro a pesar de su costo actual.
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Burl's : Negotiating the Hazy Border Between the Sexes, an 8-Year-Old Boy Unpuzzles the Shifting Lines of Gender and Identity
November 27, 1994 by Bernard Cooper
Los Angeles writer Bernard Cooper is a frequent contributer to Harper's. His last two books are "Maps to Anywhere," from the University of Georgia Press, and "A Year in Rhymes" published by Viking
I loved the restaurant's name, a compact curve of a word. Its sign, five big letters rimmed in neon, hovered above the roof. I almost never saw the sign with its neon lit; my parents took me there for early summer dinners, and even by the time we left--father cleaning his teeth with a toothpick, mother carrying steak bones in a doggie-bag--the sky was still bright. Heat rippled off the cars parked along Hollywood Boulevard, the asphalt gummy from hours of sun.
With its sleek architecture, chrome appliances, and arctic temperature, Burl's offered a refuge from the street. We usually sat at one of the booths in front of the plate-glass windows. During our dinner, people came to a halt before the news-vending machine on the corner and burrowed in their pockets and purses for change.
The waitresses at Burl's wore brown uniforms edged in checked gingham. From their breast pockets frothed white lace handkerchiefs. In between reconnaissance missions to the table, they busied themselves behind the counter and shouted "Tuna to travel" or "Scorch that patty" to a harried short-order cook who manned the grill. Miniature pitchers of cream and individual pats of butter were extracted from an industrial refrigerator. Coca-Cola shot from a glinting spigot. Waitresses dodged and bumped one another, frantic as atoms.
My parents usually lingered after the meal, nursing cups of coffee while I played with the beads of condensation on my glass of ice water, tasted Tabasco sauce, or twisted pieces of my paper napkin into mangled animals. One evening, annoyed with my restlessness, my father gave me a dime and asked me to buy him a Herald Examiner from the vending machine in front of the restaurant.
Shouldering open the heavy glass door, I was seared by a sudden gust of heat. Traffic roared past me and stirred the air. Walking toward the newspaper machine, I held the dime so tightly it seemed to melt in my palm. Duty made me feel large and important. I inserted the dime and opened the box, yanking a Herald from the spring contraption that held it as tight as a mousetrap. When I turned around, paper in hand, I saw two women walking toward me.
Their high heels clicked on the sun-baked pavement. They were tall, broad-shouldered women who moved with a mixture of haste and defiance. They'd teased their hair into nearly identical black beehives. Dangling earrings flashed in the sun, brilliant as prisms. Each of them wore the kind of clinging, strapless outfit my mother referred to as a cocktail dress. The silky fabric--one dress was purple, the other pink--accentuated their breasts and hips and rippled with insolent.
Please enjoy my novel. If you liked it a lot, I hope you'll go over to Amazon or another ebook retailer and buy it as an ebook. I'm trying a "busker" model....if you like it, in other words, please contribute some money by buying it and that will (hopefully) motivate me to write more novels. Without your support, I'm really not motivated, which is sad, but that's just the way it is.
https://www.amazon.com/Juliet-Sun-Gemma-Nishiyama-ebook/dp/B00BWVXYGS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1499778269&sr=8-1&keywords=Juliet+is+the+Sun
The document introduces Robert Langdon, a Harvard professor who has been invited to Washington D.C. by his mentor Peter Solomon. Langdon arrives by private jet and is driven to the U.S. Capitol building, where something secret is planned for this evening. Meanwhile, a man who calls himself Mal'akh prepares nearby, tattooing symbols onto his shaved head in a ritual of transformation and control over his body.
This document is an excerpt from a novel introducing the main character Robert Langdon. It describes Langdon arriving by private jet in Washington D.C. and being picked up by a limousine to be taken to the Capitol Building at 7pm. On the way, the driver confirms Langdon's arrival with another person. The excerpt sets up a mysterious situation where Langdon will be meeting someone important at the Capitol Building that evening.
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world.
The first arc he carved with his thumb stopped a little red pickup that took him over the horizon. Like his mythical hunter companion, Orion, he was on a vision quest, propelled toward the dawn to have his sight restored.
This is the story of that five-year odyssey to discover his Destiny.
This document is an introduction by Tennessee Williams to the play A Streetcar Named Desire. It discusses Williams' experience with the abrupt success of his previous play The Glass Menagerie, which brought him wealth and comfort but also spiritual dislocation. He felt cynical, detached from friends, and lifeless inside. He withdrew to Mexico to reconnect with his true self through his work. Writing A Streetcar Named Desire helped him regain his sense of purpose and reality through creative struggle rather than luxury. He learned that an artist needs the right conditions where work is unavoidable to find satisfaction.
1. The narrator is experiencing insomnia during a stay in the Czech Republic, having only slept 5 hours in the past 3 days. In a state of sleep deprivation, they decide to go for a walk through the snow.
2. During the walk, the narrator comes upon an elderly man shoveling snow outside his home. Unable to communicate verbally, the narrator helps the man shovel.
3. The man then invites the narrator inside. In his sparse home, the narrator senses the man's resentment of their privilege as an American student, while the man has lived a life of hardship. They share an uncomfortable moment of understanding before the narrator takes their leave.
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ENC 1102
Sample Point of View Introductory Paragraph Notes
The Confused Heart
In “The Hiss of the Rope,” Hector Report uses the dramatic third person point of view to pull readers into the depths of this horror story while making them sense they are characters within the drama. For example, Fredricka, the unsuspecting, epitome of innocence, makes readers want to rescue her from the impending event of being kidnapped by the vicious Joseph who has already informed the readers of his maliciously toned desire to violently take Fredricka and keep her in a huge black box that he has drilled holes in; he plans to keep her there until her wealthy father pays the million dollar ransom (Report 82-93). On the other hand, Joseph’s characterization comes from his engagements within the story. For example, Joseph drills holes in a black box at the beginning of the story; according to Kate Smith, black is an emotional color the symbolizes stimulation and protection from fear and anxiousness. These types of characterizations of Fredricka and Joseph set forth a “foreboding atmosphere” that causes the readers to enter a cauldron of fear that is so real to the them (Lane 21). The author not only uses characterization in this dramatic tale to engage the reader, but he also uses figurative language to kidnap his readers’ mentally just as Joseph physically kidnaps Fredricka. For instance, Report uses symbolism to characterize Joseph in describing the scenery as he develops his fiendish plans for the unsuspecting Fredricka: “The sun suddenly [becomes] a ball of fiery red whose blazing arms [seem] to quickly overtake the horizon” (Report 85). With the use of figurative language—irony, similes, and metaphors—the author makes even the environment appear to be a character. Immediately, readers become comfortable with being engulfed in the story because Hector Report skillfully uses characterization on several levels and various literary devices to give readers an adventure into a dramatic horror that slowly worms itself into the readers’ minds and hearts.
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A&P
by John Updike- 1962
In walks these three girls in nothing but bathing suits. I'm in the third check-out
slot, with my back to the door, so I don't see them until they're over by the bread.
The one that caught my eye first was the one in the plaid green two-piece. She
was a chunky kid, with a good tan and a sweet broad soft-looking can with those
two crescents of white just under it, where the sun never seems to hit, at the top
of the backs of her legs. I stood there with my hand on a box of HiHo crackers
trying to remember if I rang it up or not. I ring it up again and the customer starts
giving me hell. She's one of these cash-register-watchers, a witch about fifty with
rouge on her cheekbones and no eyebrows, and I know it made her day to trip
me up. She'd been watching cash registers forty years and probably never seen a
mistake before.
By the time I got her feath.
This document provides a summary of the novel "Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison. It describes the book as a story about a young black man's experiences with racism and his journey of self-discovery. The summary highlights some of the key events in the novel, including the protagonist being expelled from college due to a racist encounter, working in a factory, becoming disillusioned with a civil rights group, and experiencing a violent race riot. It praises the book for its insights into racism and a person's struggle to find their identity.
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Sample pages from Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
full time chpt one final revision
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FULL TIME
"Who is the third who always walks beside you?
—T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land
Chapter 1
Blindsided
By 5:00 a.m. I surrendered to the restlessness and slipped from my side of the bed without
waking my wife. I let the shower run hot. Steam filled the room before I stepped under the
stinging pellets that brought me fully awake. I dressed with a well practiced rhythm, tucked the
re-admittance letter into the pocket of a blue blazer and draped the jacket over a shoulder. I slid
keys from the counter, closed my fist around them—choked their metallic warning—then
silently left. It was supposed to be a fine day, this day, the day I would finally return.
I arrived on campus early, hours before an afternoon sun would spoil the softness of the
midsummer morning.
It was July, 2010.
The day may have gone differently had it begun in any building other than Admissions,
instead I stepped into a room filled with my past. Sunlight radiating through a large window
obscured my view of a young male student behind the counter. My eyes narrowed against the
light, creating a flash that lingered for several seconds, and in that shadow space the vague
outlined form of a woman, a specter, eclipsed the face of the student. A prickly heat swelled
from my shoulders into my neck then spread its crimson stain across each side of my face. I had
been here before, long ago.
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Her words, the words she spoke on the day I left campus, floated on an illusory wave. "I
have to notify the draft board when you withdraw. You will be classified 1-A, available for
immediate military service."
The signed admittance letter slipped from my fingers into an outstretched hand and I
remembered surrendering a student I. D. the last time I was here. Outside I found a bench. I sat
with elbows on my knees, hands folded together, pressed into my chin, supporting my face while
I silently wept, blindsided by memories I thought I had escaped.
There are some things better left alone; some trees its best not to shake.
I had memories that fit that category. Unexpectedly I gnawed on the inside of my cheek,
pinching enough to make a hollow on the side of my face, an old nervous In-Country habit.
Vietnam came alive and I remembered . . .
The image of a charred corpse slowly took shape. I saw, for the first time in almost half a
century, contorted limbs seared into grotesque positions. Torched hands reached out in a
renewed gesture of embrace. I smelled the burnt flesh. Of all the things I would remember about
Nam nothing would be more powerful then the smells. The stink of death cut through every
feeling, every memory—every hope.
In the fall of 1966 I landed in Da Nang. For the first three days I languished in a tin roofed
hootch without a floor. The ground was damp and spotted with patches of green mold. The legs
of the cots sank into soft clay. After my first night I learned that anything left on the ground
would be covered with a green wooly growth by morning. The ragged edge of a water stain
ringed the bottom of my sea-bag, as if to say I told you so. My boots were slick with the mold.
The Marine taking up the rack next to me rested one foot on his cot while he laced up his boots.
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In-Country a full day ahead of me and already swaggering like a salty veteran, he shared his
wisdom in no specific order.
—hang your boots over the rafters at night.
—leave your sea-bag on the cot and use it for a pillow.
—chow starts at 0500.
—change your money into MPC.
—they call out orders beginning at 0800."
In those three days it took the Marine Corps to figure out where I belonged, I had plenty of
time to think of the girl I left back home. I lived with her, her twin sister and her father. I slept
on a couch in the living room. I called her Sam, a nickname for sexy girls. Some nights she
would join me. Her father looked the other way. Now I lay alone on a cot, sinking in the muddy
floor of temporary quarters, a hut the Marine Corps called a hootch.
Finally resurrected by orders assigning me to an aviation crash rescue crew with the First
Marine Air Wing at Marble Mountain, I caught a ride on a supply truck, an open deuce and a
half, military slang for the two and a half ton truck. I stood, gripping the side rails of the truck as
we exited Da Nang city through crowded streets, the driver light on the brakes and heavy on the
horn, shouted out a river of obscenities to anyone and anything in our path. Minutes later we
roared down a wide dirt highway lined with rice paddies on each side. Farmers wearing large
conical straw hats sloughed through the fields filled with at least a foot of brown muddy water
fertilized with human excrement. The stench was unforgettable. I didn't know it then but the
smells of Vietnam would remain a part of me forever. I had slipped into a world: ancient, crude
and foreign; it jolted my senses. I felt that I had left civilization, this was not the world of an
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American teenager in the mid 1960's. Stunned by the heat, sights, the cacophonous sounds, and
smells, the reality of where I was silenced me.
I had volunteered for Nam.
After the hot, dusty, ride in back of the open deuce and a half we rumbled through the main
gate of the Marble Mountain air station. The corporal driving the truck slid to a dust raising stop,
almost passing the tin roofed, plywood hootch serving as a headquarters/check-in processing
center. I lowered myself from the truck and surveyed the damage. The dust from the hour long
ride in the open truck painted a thin veneer on the back of my neck and face.
Unwilling to leave my sea bag outside, I pulled the strap onto my shoulder and labored up
the four steps leading to a half screen door. I pushed it open, dumped the sea bag on the deck and
looked over the counter at a pimply faced clerk, a Marine private, sitting behind a large, noisy,
metal military issue fan, completely absorbed with a Playboy magazine. He looked up, folded
the three page center fold back into place, closed the magazine then dropped his eyes to the
picture of the partially clad playboy bunny on the cover. Without making eye contact he
mumbled, "Orders?" keeping any exchange of words to a minimum. It was obvious that my
arrival intruded on any fantasies he was having about Miss October, 1966. I placed my record
jacket on the counter.
He rose, indolent, his long sigh audible above the loud metallic vibrations of the fan. His
open hand dropped onto the thick green folder and he scraped the jacket across the counter,
pulling it toward him. With an exaggerated effort, he unwound the elastic twine from the button
securing the flap. He reached below the counter and rustled through papers.
When his hand came up for air he pushed several forms across the counter: death
notifications, religion, beneficiary choices — my life was worth $10,000.
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The most macabre section included sign posts to identify my body, blank lines where one
catalogues scars, birthmarks, even circumcision status. I chuckled at the last one. I guess if your
big head got blown off they could identify you by your little one. What military genius thought
this shit up? Maybe they should tattoo your service number on it, then, proud, standing smartly
at attention, there would be no mistaking who reported for duty. In my first move of rebellion
against all things military I penciled in N/A, not applicable.
With the final line completed I handed the paper work to the private, once again deep into
the Playboy.
"Says on your orders that you're Crash Crew?"
Another military genius "Yep, private, that's right. Where's my unit?"
"Find hootch 68 or 69, someone should be waiting for you. Pick up your gear first. Supply
is two hootches down this row. Thirteen and a wake up, man you're fucked."
"Thanks for the encouragement— private."
I found supply and picked up: a helmet, an M-14 rifle, ammo, sheets, blanket, foot locker
and mosquito netting.
Hootch 68 sat in a cluster of at least 400 others spread out on the shore of the South China
Sea at the base of the Marble Mountains, about 300 yards from the shore. Rolling sand dunes
sloped to the edge of the sea, blocking any breeze that might have offered relief from
temperatures hovering around 100 degrees.
I looked at my new home. An open door flap rested on a sagging canvas roof. Three steps,
the busted left side of the middle stair resting on the corner of the first step, led up to an ill fitted
screen door overlapping its wooden frame at an odd angle. Sandbag bunkers framed both sides
of the rickety entrance. I dropped my gear before climbing the stairway, unwilling to test the
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structure with more weight than necessary, then reached for the handle on the crooked door and
pulled myself over the ruined middle step.
My eyes adjusted to the dim light inside. Jesus, I don't remember ever feeling heat like the
heat inside this place; it pulled the air out of my lungs. Twelve cots, six to a side, lined the
opposing walls. Combat boots hung from thin supports holding up the canvas roof. Mosquito
nets shrouded the occupied cots; the place looked like a haven for Orks. I thought again about
the couch I had shared with Sam, remembering the tenderness of our nights together. I filled
myself with the memory of the brush of her hair against my face, her smell — then I saw him.
He lay on his back, propped up slightly on an olive green sweat stained pillow. His head rested
on folded hands, a cap covered his eyes, rivulets of sweat ran from the tips of each elbow, adding
to his soaked tee shirt. Dog tags cradled in the hollow of his chest.
Without warning he spoke, moving nothing but his lips, the rest of him a statue.
"You Crash Crew?" he asked.
"Yeah"
"I've been waiting for you, name's Al Rose. I'll take you up to the runway, meet the crew
and get you checked in."
He pushed the cover, the Marine cap, off his face. In the light that filtered through the open
flap I surveyed him. He wore a three day, sandy-haired stubble. Clear blue eyes came into focus
and he flashed a slow tight grin, more of a smirk, before rising with an economy of motion. He
took shape, uncoiling himself, and I got a complete look at him. He wrapped 125 pounds tightly
around a 5'7" frame. Military standards put him a month past needing a haircut. The sweat
stained tee shirt hung over the right side of a thin waist. A 45 pistol attached to an ammo belt
hung at a jaunty angle from the left side of his hips.
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"What's your name new guy?"
"Lance Corporal Farina."
"Man, drop the Lance Corporal bullshit. You got a first name Farina?"
"Ron."
"Where you from?"
"Connecticut."
"We're practically neighbors, kid. I'm from Taunton Mass, South of Boston. Put your shit
on the empty rack in the middle and let's go. It'll be time for chow soon, and Farina?"
"Yeah?"
"Forget just about everything they taught you back in boot, none of that shit will help you
here. And one more thing, Farina."
"What?'
"I'm gonna call you little brother. Man you're one innocent fuck."
I nodded and followed him out of the hootch.
In the months that followed I watched Al and my innocence peeled away. I wanted to be
like him, but without his verve my imitation, fell far short. In camp away from the crash station
on the runway, he bartered with the Vietnamese allowed on base. He traded cigarettes for favors,
setting up rates with packs of Kool cigarettes as standard currency. "Slopes love the menthol," he
said. "One pack will get your laundry done, two will get them to clean honey pots for you, and
three packs might get you a girl if you want to risk having your dick fall off."
He managed to skate almost any mundane detail. I never saw him fill a sand bag, clean a
honey pot or square away anything other than the 45 pistol he carried, his rifle and our rescue
truck. Always in need of a haircut or shave, more often both, he skipped inspections, almost
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always getting away with it. He had a bad habit: off duty he drank, sometimes heavily. On those
days he skirted the border of sobriety. Al had little use for anything military. In less than a year
his enlistment would be over, his tour In-Country finished by June.
He was fearless behind the wheel of a rescue truck. We trusted him.
Sometime, shortly before Christmas, two crew members from air bases further North were
scheduled to rotate back to the states. Their thirteen month tours were closing out. Rather than
randomly order replacements the "higher ups" asked for volunteers during an all hands muster.
We stood at ease: Al and I in the same row, separated by a few spaces. He glanced in my
direction. I understood: going North meant less chicken shit, more danger: an absurd risk/reward
relationship. He stepped forward and I followed his lead.
At dawn the next morning we boarded a CH-46 Sea Night helicopter and lifted off from
Marble Mountain. The early light pierced the heavy morning mist rising from the jungle floor.
We flew over a lush green blanket. I looked down on meandering rivers and mirror-like rice
paddies, blank canvases waiting for the brush of the day's labor. I saw grass hut villages for the
first time. Smoke rose from breakfast fires without any sense of urgency, threading a windless
morning sky. The beauty of the Vietnam countryside surprised me. I'm not sure what I expected,
but what I saw below did not match the chaos of Da Nang city or the hot, treeless, sand covered
air base on the shore of the South China Sea. The Vietnam country side offered a beauty I was
unfamiliar with. Before joining the Corps I had never ventured more than one hundred miles
from home.
The beat of huge twin helicopter rotors and the whine of the engines made conversation
impossible. We continued the flight without conversation. I caught Al staring at me. His eyes
seemed to say what I had only begun to fully understand: we would go separate ways as we flew
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further North. Al flashed a smile of assurance, the same conspiratorial grin he always wore. I
looked away, unable to hold his stare. The monotony of the flight lulled me into a brooding
melancholy. I though about how easily Al had befriended me. I didn't understand the gossamer
bond that had formed between us, the same bond that would hold other young men — boys —
together for thirteen months while they lived side by side In-Country
The helicopter banked sharply, snapping me out of the zone I had wandered into. Moments
later we landed at Phu-Bai, an air base outside the ancient capital of Hue, my destination. Al had
orders to Dong-Ha, a jumping off area for Marines fighting battles close to the DMZ. The
helicopter crew tossed my gear onto the flight deck. Thinking the pilot would shut down to
refuel I grabbed my sea-bag with one hand and the handle of my footlocker with the other,
turning in time to see the helicopter taxi away before lifting off. Al smiled, flipped me off and
mock saluted, then disappeared into the blinding horizon.
Things at Phu-Bai quickly settled into a dull routine; long all night watches on the runway,
building bunkers, keeping rescue trucks and gear in perfect condition ready to respond to
emergencies, always waiting for catastrophe.
In April we went on heightened alert. Word of a coordinated VC offensive against the air
bases north of and including Phu-Bai had everyone on edge. We went on full alert in the final
days of April. On the night of April 28, 1967 somewhere around 2:00 a.m., I felt a rough hand
pushing my shoulder.
"Farina, get up man, you got the last watch."
"Got it, man, I'm up, any coffee?"
"Yeah."
"OK, I'm good."
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I shrugged off the sleep, took up a seat in front of a screened in window overlooking the
runway, wrapped my hands around a canteen cup of stale black coffee, lit a cigarette and listened
to the radio chatter. The radio came alive with a call to the flight control tower. I caught part of
it.
"Phu-Bai Tower, be advised we are headed in bound with casualties."
The land line rang.
"Crash Crew this is tower. We got medivacs coming in from Dong Ha carrying KIA and
WIA. They got hit pretty hard, ETA around 0500, we need you guys to carry stretchers."
I woke the rest of the crew and we waited for the incoming choppers. We heard them before
we saw them, then they began landing, running down the taxi-way to the unloading zone in front
of the field hospital.
It didn't take long to unload them, the wounded and the KIA's, maybe an hour. In the early
light we carried them. The decks of the choppers were slick with blood. It mingled with exhaust
fumes creating a stench that coated my skin, stuck in my throat, a caustic taste that forced me to
choke back vomit and tears. We unloaded the burnt body of a Marine partially covered by a
poncho. The wash from the helicopters blew the poncho off the stretcher. I was stunned. No
more than a third of the body remained. For a moment we all stood there holding the stretcher,
motionless, frozen by what we saw. A wounded Marine walked through the exhaust, pulled a
blanket from his shoulders and covered the body. We moved the stretcher off to the side and
turned back to the last medivac.
It was over quickly but there was enough carnage to last a lifetime. I returned to the rescue
station with the rest of the crew. We filtered into the room, some stood, while others took up
places on their cots. Someone bent over the table in the middle of the room. He was leaning on
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outstretched arms, rocking slowly, his body swaying. He pushed off from the table then turned to
anyone, no one.
"It was Al."
I heard myself say, "What was Al?"
"The burnt body."
"Other guys from the Dong Ha crew were hit. They were on one of the medivacs. They saw
Al. He got caught on the open flight deck. The truck took a direct hit."
"What the fuck are you saying?"
"Al's gone Farina, I'm sorry man I know you guys were tight."