... that you don’t have enough money and takes the coke away from you. You return to your seat in the lounge again still very thirsty. One time I went out with my cousin to a Chinese restaurant for some dinner. The place was packed with people, so we had to wait for a seat. After about ten minutes the waiter called my name and directed us to our seat. We opened up the menu and our eyes just focused on the prices, everything was around fourteen to twenty dollars. My cousin checked his pocket and I checked mine, for how much we had, and together we had $35.00. We were so worried that we won’t have enough money to pay for two meals that we ordered only one, we ...
... coffee with no sugar and smoke her Virginia Slim cigarettes. She would sometimes sit in her kitchen for hours upon end and watch the ducks and the geese swimming by on the river and if it were warm enough outside she would crumble up some bread and feed it a little at a time to them. In the summer time my grandmother and whoever happened to be at the house would sit out on the sundeck for hours and talk about anything and everything imaginable; she was known as the neighborhood gossip queen. The sundeck was a place for everyone to sit and relax in the warm sunny breeze. My grandmother was a very spontaneous person, she did what she wanted to at the drop of a hat a ...
... is the fact that computers and the Internet were not easily accessible there. But once I came here, I immediately fell in love with web surfing and online chatting. I love flirting with guys, however I understand the importance of studying so I tend to have little time for that. Therefore, I gave them a Chinese riddle. I said I would talk to anyone who could answer it. The riddle is: What can walk without legs, eat without a mouth, pass through a river that has no water, and die without a soul? The answer is Chinese chess. The next day I got an email from someone who got the correct answers. She also said “Making friends is a very serious thing, why are you us ...
... he did. He just stood there looking at us like we were some alien from a diffrent planet. He just started screaming and ran off in the distance. I told george we had better tell the gang this. We gonna get our hides whipped when curley finds out about this. A few minutes later when curley and the gang came over and saw this he said to george "You fat Son- of-a-*****" you killed my wife. I'm going to beat the living daylights outta you. George sensing curley's fustration moved back a few feet. George stammered " I didn't kill your wife it must've been lennie, The crazy idiot must've did it. he ran off when we ran to him ", " i don't believe you, you lying scoundrel ...
... many years, he changed town and started on a career as an accountant in a big company. Nobody knew him better than by name, and nobody cared. He just sat there behind his desk, working, day after day, week after week. He was an « every chief's dream.» But he was also a lonely man with no friends who would say; "How are we today?" His colleagues envied him, so they froze him out. He could see the guys meet in a corner. Whispering and giving him looks. He tried to be a pal, but they didn't want him to. He was the average guy, with average pay and an average apartment. But he wasn't miserable. Of course he'd like some friends and a girlfriend to talk with, but ...
... was a bit tense and growly, his usual demeanor when traffic was thick as it was on that Friday morning. "Everyone and their Grandma is on this one road to Denver," he grumbled. My Daddy is claustrophobic. He hates traffic which is the main reason I think we moved long ago to Wyoming, the land of wide-open spaces. "You can drive more than a hundred miles on a Wyoming highway without seeing another car," Daddy would often brag. That was not the case, however, in Colorado. The cars were lined up one after another, traveling 75 miles per hour, to the horizon and beyond. We passengers paid scant attention to the outside world as we were involved in a thou ...
... speak, if they were able to, they would tell you many secrets and important event that took place in my life. Just like the secrets in my room, my soul is filled with emotions and feelings. My room captures the memories from birth till now. Even though I have not lived in this room all my life, I keep the memories in my heart and they show up in my room. From a baby till now, my mind has held a lot on in. It has held death and life, good and bad. It has gone through bliss and depression. My floor too is holding a lot on it. There are piles of clothes all around, and stuffed animals coming out of everywhere. Some say, how could I live with a room like ...
... zoo investors. They quickly hurried me into a stretched limousine, and then my life changed forever. The investors asked me quite plainly if I would be willing to create their zoo for them. At first I was unclear of the meaning, but quick clarification had me realizing the enormous biological disasters such a project would generate. They wanted me to chemically produce hybrid's of different animal species. My first thought was that such a thing was impossible, but they showed me research and experiments done by the government that proved it was possible. The investors sensed my unwillingness and placed a briefcase in my lap. I opened it and found stacks o ...
... had mixed feelings on the idea. He was willing to stay on the rapidly sinking ship to wait for another ship to come by. Hector decided he was willing to agree with Steve, who had been his best friend through grade school. After five minutes of discussing memories, praying, and then telling each other how much they would miss each other, a ship came out of nowhere. It was a black ship, very large and elegant looking. From a distance, it appeared to be a cruise ship. As the ship came closer, Steve spotted a name on the ship. It read, “SSDARKSIDE”. The crew of the ship appeared odd. The crew all had burn marks over their bodies. “This is very od ...
... were turned on to aid the bread winners, so they may travel safely. Few were fortunate enough to own automobiles so they could avoid the cold dangerous streets and dark alleyways. Most shops were already abandoned, finished for the day. Yet few doors were still open, desperate for any last minute customers. One such shopkeeper was Phil Anderson. Anderson had worked as a pharmacist for most of his life. At forty, he had little to show for. The pollution that caused the gradual decay of the city had had negative effects on business, as well as the environment. Phil, though by all means not an old man, showed signs of premature aging. His skin was pale and dr ...
