Otsuka, Julie. The Buddha in the Attic. New York: Vintage Books, 2011. Print.
Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter And The Sorcerer’s Stone. New York: Scholastic, 1997. Print.
Sam walked alone down an alley and suddenly a man with a knife appeared.
“He has a knife!” Sam shouted. How will I get out of this?
“Well I don’t want to be like that because that would mean being like you.”
““You seem…older…” [Jessica] said. “Not that you look it, at least not much. But you act–”
“Like an old fogy?”
“You said it, not me.”
“That comes from being a misanthrope,” [David] said.
“In general, yes. But not tonight.”” (Due 32).
Seems lak to me de stars don’t shine so bright,
Seems lak to me de sun done loss his light,
Seems lak to me der’s nothin’ goin’ right,
Seems lak to me de sky ain’t half so blue,
Seems lak to me dat ev’ything wants you,
Seems lak to me I dont know what to do,
Seems lak to me dat ev’ything is wrong,
Seems lak to me de day’s jes twice es long,
Seems lak to me de bird’s forgot his song,
Seems lak to me I jes can’t he’p but sigh,
Seems lak to me ma th’oat keeps gettin’ dry,
Seems lak to me a tear stays in ma eye,
Due, Tananarive. My Soul To Keep. New York: Eos, 1997. Print.
Johnson, James Weldon. 101 Great American Poems. “Sence You Went Away”. Mineola: Dover, 1998. Print.
“ “Take this food and give it to the creature sleeping on the porch. Make sure he eats it. And mark well how he behaves. If nothing happens, you will know that God has refused you. If the animal behaves strangely, your wish will be granted on the day following this one.”
The girl picked up the packet; the odor of the dark, sticky meat made her want to vomit. She put a hand on her stomach.
“Courage. Courage, my child. These things are not granted to faint hearts.”
She nodded and swallowed visibly, holding down the vomit. Soaphead opened the door, and she stepped over the threshold.
“Good-bye, God bless,” he said and quickly shut the door. At the window he stood watching her, his eyebrows pulled together into waves of compassion, his tongue fondling the worn gold in his upper jaw. He saw the girl bending down to the sleeping dog…” (Morrison 175).
Morrison, Toni. The Bluest Eye. New York: Vintage Books, 1970. Print.
1st Person Point of View = ‘I’
Example (off the top of my head): I looked down with a sigh. This wasn’t supposed to happen. What am I supposed to do now?
2nd Person Point of View = ‘You’
Example: You looked down with a sigh. This wasn’t supposed to happen. What are you to do now?
3rd Person Point of View = He/She
Example: She looked down with a sigh. She knew this wasn’t supposed to happen. What was she supposed to do now?
Once upon a time…Everyday…Until one day…Because of that…Because of that…Until finally…
Once upon a time there was an honorable man named Eddard Stark. Everyday he taught his children valuable lessons. Until one day the king came to Winterfell and asked Ned to be the Hand of the King. Because of that Ned moved to King’s Landing to join the King. Because of that he found buried secrets that he wanted to tell the dying king. Because of that he was imprisoned when the king died and Joffrey took the throne. Until finally the new king ordered to have Ned killed for his “crime”.
Martin, George R.R. A Game of Thrones. New York: Bantam Books, 2006. Print.
“ “Don’t.” Clary raised a warning hand. “I’m not really in the mood right now.”
“That’s got to be the first time a girl’s ever said that to me,” Jace mused.” (Clare).
““By the Angel,” Jace said, looking the demon up and down. “I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell.” Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth. “I’m not sure about this wind and howling darkness business,” Jace went on, “smells more like landfill to me. You sure you’re not from Staten Island?”” (Clare 353).
“Ah, no, Finn thought, as Eddie picked up a small stone and threw it at the Crumpet, missing him by a wide margin. Eddie saw a tree branch, then, and picked it up, running toward the Crumpet’s back, the Crumpet completely unaware. Eddie swung the branch at the back of the Crumpet’s head, as hard as he could swing it….” (Blaylock 315).
“Edgar and Allan Poe sat beside each other in the back row of their homeroom class, asleep. They’d been up late the night before, reading the latest in their favorite series, True Stories of Horror, and now they leaned shoulder-to-shoulder, head-to-head, together in dreamland. Like little sleeping angels…Well maybe not angels.” (McAlpine 1).
Blaylock, James P. The Aylesford Skull: A Tale of Langdon St. Ives. London: Titan Books, 2013. Print.
Clare, Cassandra. The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. New York: McElderry Books, 2007. Print.
McAlpine, Gordon. The Misadventures of Edgar & Allan Poe: The Tell-Tale Start. New York: Penguin, 2013. Print.
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