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American Canon 2/13/2020

  Catcher in the Rye has a great plot telling people they are not alone in some people’s perspective with how many people that suffer from depression reading it can lead you to make you sad or more depressed by reminding how the person feels; but, science has shown that reading can help to cope with depression. We should be opened about depression and grief mostly because this can lead to things no wanted. What knocks us down is someone bullying or someone telling us that we don’t have something we have. It’s the importance of trying not to take it personally even though it is personal. If The Catcher in the Rye didn’t have Holden, with depression it would change a whole perspective about reading this book. Many people do say it is easier to connect by reading like what we do today; for example, texting or blogging. It is nice to have a so-called supporter when you are suffering from a mental illness in which people can treat you differently this way. Now there will be people out the

The American Dream (The Great Gatsby) 12/6/19

  The American Dream is not what it seems and not the best to follow; people who follow, fall to the “pit of doom”. It is known as, “[ The] valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery ai r.” This is where a man, Gatsby stood, stood in the ashes stinking down deeper and deeper throughout the story, hoping and trying to claim Daisy’s love for him as he did for her. Gatsby had been stuck in living a dream of a ‘real’ American so he went, and found a way to get to the top not knowing any consequences. In the hardship of all this mess, there was one person watching over it all; Doctor Eckleburg. “...[H]is eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under the sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.” Doctor Eckleburg was always watching, he watch

Wishes of love 1/30/2020

  The pain inside my heart engulfed me as I process what is about to happen.  I hear my boyfriend, Alex say to me “Baby” He pauses despite knowing what he might say next “a goodbye is something that is forever ‘see you later’ is you will be able to talk and or see everyone again later on in life.”  I was never able to process that I wasn’t coming back it was like being stabbed in the heart, my world crumbles to pieces as I think more about what is about to happen. I hugged my boyfriend to tell him that I promise I will visit him once I am able to get a job at 16. My eyes filled with tears that were made of waves like the ocean, Alex cups his massive hands to fit my small cheeks and makes a look I will never forget. His dark brown eyes so sincere and gentle, with much empathy, filled within them, the face you make when you never want someone to leave from your grasp.  I feel shattered to pieces and falling into a never-ending hole of depression and loss. My mind turns while I’m talking

My Belief- Peachy Cube (Non-fiction)

My family, with the lost culture, never had a tradition that we would constantly do. Many years ago I believed that focusing on the present was what was most important, but when my great grandfather told me the history of our family, I wondered why not focus on the past? Maybe, if I learn more about the cultures from where my family was from I can bring back my family’s culture and their main language, I never looked back to see who they, were. Ever since I was little I thought that the world only revolves around living, making a profit, praising God and going to heaven. No t knowing the fact that I never paid attention to see that there is much more to learn than just focusing on the present. What I thought was that I only needed to focus on a couple things living, believing, following my dreams, and focus one thing at a time. I believe it is important to know and understand your families culture and past. One tradition my family has kept from our ancestors is making a hu

Imagine- Peachy Cube

Imagine a day with a big venue in front of you white and purple flowers all for you, Sad faces look at you and give you a gift and not of happiness but for mourning, no presents needed because you hurt me and the family we love you but why this out of everything, all you need is your best friends your spouse and your huge family, they never leave your side and never hurt you, they trust and you trust them, you will never know what love is until you are with your family, you always keep on getting nagged on because you have to look your best just for your business interview for a level up to your new life, Imagine your pet right beside you an animal extinct or not that pet protects you with its life, it will never change cause you're the glue to the family you stick them together, what could we ever do without you? Everyone looks up to you and no one hates you they are just curious add ons are bought to make your life easier as you think, you are Strong and Courageous

My Famous Lover Short Story- Peachy Cube (Fiction)

I breathe in thinking that I shouldn’t do this, but I know how hard I’ve worked and I am not backing down now. This is my first time in New York City, it’s my first day going to work I can do this! What’s not to love about a place where dreams really come true or knocked down like it was nothing. Once I arrive at my work, I look up seeing a big sign saying ‘VOGUE’ clueless of how I am going to act when I get inside, I shrug and walk into the doors not prepared what is waiting on the other side. I walk in to see an enormous diamond chandelier that glistens in the room, my eyes start to look lower and lower to see a counter crowded by people yelling at the front desk employee. When I start to hear my name being called over the crowd of people. “Claire, Claire Peterson! Where are you?” I start to follow the voice who is calling my name not knowing what to say or do. “There you are, Claire, I thought you were bailing out on the first day.” “No, I would never do that,” I said, I look

My Handsome Man- Short story By Peachy Cube (Fiction)

I woke up to hear a knock at my door tired and confused as can be I walk up to the door with my band shirt and Nike shorts on from the day before. Opening the door I see a handsome guy from my high school, Ben His brown silky hair, with sweetheart lips, and eyes as blue as the sky. Not knowing what to say I stayed silent. Letting him speak he clear his throat and started to speak. "Hey Alice, I wanted to ask you something important." I let him inside and lead him to the lounge where he sat down on the love seat. Looking into his eyes I feel our love and deep connection. "So what did you need to talk about?" As I jumped into Ben's lap. "Would you want to go to Paris, France with me?" Without even thinking I blurted out "Paris you mean the Paris, France in Europe?" He nodded "yep" "Ben, how did you even get these tickets? I have been wanting to go ever since I was a little girl!" "I know that's one of the reasons