Distillation

In order to express negative opinions toward intellectual beings, the author of this excerpt, includes clever syntax, a changed perspective, and fully utilized diction . The author, originally starting negatively, alters the atomosphere by using unique phrases and vocabulary like "cathcing newts" and "spiders" and including an exclamation point, which, with a change is diction, transforms the tone into a more positive one. Futhermore the author criticizes intellectuals in order to express his feelings about the working class, and how he feels it is unfair that some people must work to survive. In a similar way, the social classes of society today, can further the author's opinion because of how different classes now have the ability to earn more or less then others by doing unequal or less work. 

200 Word Sentence

When I first took a bite of what came to be the best, most incredibly delicious, insanely divine dessert of all time, I remember being completely incredulous to my mom, brother, and two cousins who would not stop telling me to try the chocolate treat that they knew I would fall instantly in love with which evidently is what caused them to all blow a gasket in the tiny, hole-in-the-wall chocolate candy parlor that could barely fit the five of us as is, never mind fit us all while they were up and about ranting, attempting to explain to me that one small bite of heaven would not in any way affect or somehow alter my temporary diet or my athletic performance for that weekend’s competition which somehow transformed into a tourist vacation, causing them to yell louder and louder at me until I tasted it and allowed them show me what I was missing out on which I later learned was many flavorful flavors of silky dark chocolate that seemed sort of minty and also featured crumbled Oreo's and warm milk and white chocolate drizzled sauce that in tasting caused my family to, what I would describe as a sign of relief that I had been put out of my misery of missing out on all of the unimaginable sweet sugars that danced on my tongue that life changing Sunday afternoon.

Unprecedented Scenarios

Dear Inconsiderate Instructor,

                       Currently, while your boss is away coaching, you have succeeded to make my desire to attend practice vanish. With all due respect, you are more suited to be his assistant, and work much better as a pair. The way you use your voice to instill fear is futile. Even your execution of explaining workouts is poor. I think my teammates and I would be much more willing to comply
with your demands, if you did so in a calmer tone. I do however enjoy how entertaining you make my visit. Everyday, tediously ranting and raving about some ridiculous "issue" is what makes practice interesting. In fact, your boisterous yelling is what the entire practice consists of. I suppose I could adjust to these new surroundings, but I fear that after a while my ear drums will pop. For example, listening to you yell, simply because I arrived forty seven seconds late, is pointless. I apologize that the stranger driving in front of me drove five mph slower than I, causing me to get stuck at a traffic light, because it was one hundred percent my responsibility. Furthermore, when you play music on the amplifier, to "keep us engaged" I would greatly appreciate songs from this era. So in reading this letter, I hope you consider my complaints and change your unreasonable rudeness and idiotic reasoning.

Sincerely, A Dissatisfied Swimmer

Apostrophe

Do It. Do It. Separte, those words are meaningless, yet when put together the possibilities are endless. DO It. I kept hearing it say to me. Something about the way it shined...something about its purpose...something about it was holding me back. Maybe it was me. Maybe there was one small part of me still left inside that was worth me saving. If I do It, will you help me? I paused. Then It started hissing at me. DO IT. A thought occurred to me. Would I regret this? No. It's not worth it to stay here. Do It. I decided to make it shut up.

Metonymy/ Synecdoche

She is born in March. Gradually growing, she blossoms into marvelous fragrances, and astonishing colors that only appear in our rest. Then, the time occurs when her children roam and fly the surface. Now, she reaches her peak. She provides us with unimaginable scenery, and spectacular opportunities to explore. You explore. You discover. But, suddenly, when you least expect it, something goes wrong. Her children crawl away. They beg for more time, but are denied. However, they are not dead. Mother is dying. Perhaps this is the worst part; seeing her creations suffer. Then it happens. All the wonderful things you once new, are gone. Or so you think.

Unreliable Narrator Piece

Why Am I Here?

Looking back at it, I’m glad I experienced the whole thing. I learned a major lesson, and have never been the same since. People change you, and you might not realize it now, but people have such a huge impact on you in the long run. As I was leaving baggage claim, that day two years ago, I got another text from my mom.

Remember, sweetie….They should be there at 5. Don’t get lost and have fun!

Having fun will probably be the worst part of this whole shenanigan.

 I can’t have fun without my friends. Especially in this stuck-up city.

I walked toward the exit. It was roughly five forty-five. As I was waiting, I was drawn to a spray-painted bench. After attempting to make out the writing, I thought to myself.

Maybe she just sent me here, because she doesn’t want to deal with me, but then again, who wants to deal with me? She is ridiculous. Where is my ride? Shouldn’t they be here already? Ugh. I’m gonna melt if they take any longer. Literally.

Aggravated, I checked my phone. Five fifty- nine. In that instant, a small black car with tinted windows rolled up. A gray- haired old guy dressed in a suit stepped out of the car.

Jeez, if I’m hot, he must be dying in that thing.

“Miss Collins.” He nodded and opened the door welcoming me into the car. Without hesitating, I got in. He took my bags to the trunk, even though I easily could have put them in the back myself.

But then again, it’s his job so what does it matter. I bet they have snobby butlers too. I could get used to this.

After a little bit, he took a turn onto a back road. I almost didn’t see. The entrance was small, and the whole stretch was covered in dirt. Then the car slowed down. A giant white gate opened, revealing a ginormous ivory mansion.

“You didn’t tell me they live in the White House.” He looked at me in the rear-view mirror, but didn’t say anything. Eventually I got out of the car. My bags were in my hands and I rang the doorbell. After a long echo, a man opened the door.

“…Mar-?” It wasn’t him

“Pardon?”

“Oh, um who are you?”

“Your uncle is upstairs, I am his butler. My name is Edward, but call me whatever you’d like. My purpose is to-” I cut him off.

“I know what a butler is, I’m not that stupid.”

“Welcome, Miss.”

I was right, they did have a butler! How lazy can you be?

Even though I had been there like five seconds, I knew it was going to be a long trip for me.

“Follow me. I’ll show you where you will be staying” He said, grabbing my bags. I followed him up a massive staircase, which lead to a long hallway. After finally reaching the end of the hallway, he said “Here is your room. Press this button if you need anything.”

Holy crap.

I had no clue what to think at that point. Whether it was a punishment to be here, or if I was being rewarded, I had no clue. I didn’t miss school at all. It was such a relief to be gone from that disgusting building.

“KNOCK KNOCK! Can I come in? Here I come. Hey, kiddo! It’s been forever! Gimme a hug!”

“Mark! What’s new?”

I couldn't have cared less.

“ Oh, nothing really. I’m more interested in you.”

Yeah, right!

 He continued. “How are you handling everything?” 

“Well, I guess…. Dunno.”

“You’ll be home in no time, just enjoy yourself while you’re here. Okay? Alrighty. Well I bet you’re jet lagged. I’ll let ya relax.”

“Thanks, Mark. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too, kid.” He shut the door.

As soon as I finished unpacking, I immediately took out my notebook and wrote. Time slipped away from me, and it wasn’t until an hour later, that I realized it. I exited my room, only to find Adam, and Emma playing on the stairs with their toys.

“KATE!” They screamed in unison.

Yep. Definitely just blew an eardrum. Keep walking. Ignore. Ignore. IGNORE.

“Kate. Kate. Kat. Hey, Katie! Kate! Oh, Katherine!” Adam said.

“What, guys?” I asked.

“Wanna play?”

“Goodbye.”  I said and proceeded into the kitchen.

Don’t get me wrong, they were pretty entertaining at times, but this time, I just couldn’t. So, I went into the kitchen, expecting to find dinner waiting for me, but it turns out, as spoiled as they were, my cousins did not have a personal chef. Mark was sitting at the table reading a newspaper.

"What's for dinner?" I asked

“Here’s some Corn Flakes. There’s a bowl over there and a spoon in this draw.”

“Devine.” I replied.

“Ya know, Kate. They’ve been talking about you all day.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Hey, cheer up, he’ll be fine.” I poured the milk and went back upstairs.

“Goodnight, Kate!”

“Nighty night, cuz!” I heard them say, and then went to bed.

The next morning, I was awoken by the flavorful smell of crispy meat.

So they do have a chef.

            But I was mistaken.

            “Morning, punk! Here's your breakfast. Did you wake up on the right side today?”

            “I hope so.”

            “Well” he started. “I called in sick today, and the other punks are at school, so we can do whatever you want.”

            “Oh, uh, I don’t care what we do.”

            “Lake? Park? Mall? C’mon, there’s gotta be something.” I didn’t say anything. We didn’t do anything either. Three days past and I not once did I leave the house. Finally, Mark decided to take me out.

“Where are we going, Mark?”

“I have a surprise. No kids, just us. Sound like a plan, kiddo?”

“I guess” We pulled into what looked like a restaurant.

“Did you and dad use to eat here as kids or something?”

“Nope.”

“Whatever.” As we walked in, I was expecting a high-end, overpriced food place with under-sized portions. But I later learned that is was just an old diner.

“Did you and Gramps use to come here?” I asked.

“Ha, do you honestly think your grandfather would take me here?! No.”

“Oh, okay.” I mumbled.

“Two please. Yep. Thank you.” He said to the server. After she took our order, I thought about it until I was positive.

“Was it her favorite restaurant? Did you and Ellie meet here?”

“Nope.” There was a period of silence before I blurted out again.

“Mark, what is this place?” He took a sip of his soda, and replied.

“To be honest… I have no clue. I pass it every day on the way to work. I thought we should try it.” he said with a giant smirk on his face.

“You dragged me to the middle of nowhere? You really brought me to this stinky, old, run down diner, because you wanted to ‘try it’? What were you thinking? I'm not a little kid anymore, you can tell me. Why am I really here, Mark. Why?” He fiddled with his straw and took another sip of it. Putting the glass down he looked at me.

“Why?” I said in a more serious tone. After a brief pause, he answered.

“Why not?”

I didn’t know whether to be angry or upset or if I should pretend I was fine.

Should I even bring up dad? I mean they are brothers, he might get upset, if I do.

But that’s when it hit me. I was miserable, yet somehow he was willing to take me to a random restaurant on the side of the freeway, just cause.

“Mark.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not ready for this.”

“None of us are, hun. You shouldn’t expect to be prepared. Nothing in life comes with a warning. That’s what life is.”

I figured it was easier for him, because of Ellie, but I asked anyways. Just to be sure.

“Then how come it’s so easy for you?”

“It’s not easy, Kate.”

“But-”

“Listen, Kate. Just because it is harder on you, it does not mean things are easy for me. There’s no such thing as easy. We all die at some point, Kate. It’s just a question of when. ” After analyzing what he said, I replied to him.

“You still never told me why are we here.”

“I did…maybe you weren’t listening.”

“Well then why are we here?”

“Why not?”

Whatever. He is old. He has no clue what he is talking about. Stupid old people and their sayings....

Two years later, on this dreary unwanted day, it finally all makes sense.