Essays personal narrative Sille Veilmark

The unintentional incident of the cat in the night-time

By Sille Veilmark

Ditte walked out of the front door in stockings and stepped thrice on her toes before she reached the garage. The almost 6-foot-tall plant wall in the driveway had newly been cut. Among tools, bikes and a big refrigerator for extra food storage in her father’s garage, Ditte carefully slid through the dusty darkness toward the left corner, where a couple of bottled Green Tuborg beer cases were stacked. She snatched two bottles, went back to the driveway and back inside the house.

Essays Katie Zdunek personal narrative

How I Met My Mother

By Katie Zdunek

My childhood was periodically sugar-free. Sporadic impulses led Mom to purge the house of junk food, disfiguring the pantry with Kix cereal and Nutrigrain bars. Kix tastes like cardboard spritzed with sugar water. In 2% milk, the thin coat of hope is rinsed off.