Two Kinds

I think there are two sides of every story and I don't think this is the exception. In one hand, the mother was only trying to make her daughter become what she thought was her as her total, at her best; only thinking of her precious daughter knowing how she could be bigger; wishing her the best. But, of course, even done with good intentions, it came out wrong making her daughter wanting the opposite. This is a perfect example of how teens do the opposite of what their parents tells them to do, since she being able of actually being great at piano, but only because her mother tells her to and pushes her into it she instantly rejects it. Now, on the other hand, the mother made a huge mistake, pushing her like that only to make her the perfect daughter, her own prodigy, obviously would make any one go against it, because if you don't chose the things you do at end you're going to hate them and/or hate the people who made you do them, especially since you were against it the whole time. So I think it's important to point that you can't make anyone do anything and expect them to do it right if they just don't want to, because in something you're not interested in or just don't care about, you're not going to put any effort to it.

The Trip

Murad, what a determined guy, he just won't ever give up. It's amazing how bad he wants to have a new life to be able to think of doing it again when it hasn't even end yet. I think he did good at not looking back after leaving Faten, because truth be told it's a survival thing and sometimes you can't think of others before yourself when it's something like that. But, obviously, what did he expected when he caught her attention, that she would say hi back? No, because he saved himself and not her so she turned away. Of course, if you look at it from her perspective, it was awful, the worst thing he could have done. But, stil I'm with him. I didn't love, I think for my taste it needs a little more excitement, the climax is as quick as the glipse of an eye, you never really get frustrated with it, asking "what is going to happened?", "is he going to make it?"; you don't even have time to think of it all.

For The Birds (Modified)

There was this little blue bird that decided to rest in the end of the saloon’s roof, which was a long and elastic piece of brown fabric hold by these two bars of wood. Then another one joined him, but he started to annoy him so he pushed him, and started to argue with him. Another one came along and tried to ignore them, but one accidentally pushed him so he joined in the squeaking. Then more and more started to come and the others hit them until they were like 10 pushing, pecking and squeaking little blue birds. Suddenly this big blue bird with these funny feathers on his head caught all of their attention with just a low squeak he did, like saying hi, and waved. But the response of the little ones wasn’t so nice since they started making fun of him by imitating the way he looked. But he didn’t seem to care since he kept saying hi and smiling at them. Yet, that only made the little birds move away from the bar of wood where he was standing and started like gossip and criticize him with each other. So the big funny bird decided to move closer to them and flew towards them until he landed between them, practically the middle. But, he was so heavy that he sank himself with the bunch of little birds into the fabric of the roof, making them all slid to his sides. Obviously, this made all of the little birds so angry and they all started to squeak like crazy complaining. But, the funny bird thinks they are just singing so he starts singing with them. Then, one of the birds on his side pecks him, which hurts him and causes him to lose balance, making him almost fall and hang of his feet with his body upside down; making all of the little birds slid crashing with each other again. Then the same bird that peck him, pecks him again in one of his feet, making a finger move away from the fabric, making the two birds, the ones next to his feet, realize that by pecking at his feet, he will fall of the roof. So they peck away, causing the others to cheer for them. But the big bird isn’t mad, he again thinks they are playing and the others are singing so he joins them. Suddenly one of the cheering birds notice how close they are from the floor and that they are surrounded by horse poop, so he alerts the ones next to him and they all start squeaking and pushes the pecking ones making them notice, but it was too late. They got puffed in the air, making them lose their feathers. The big bird falls just in the entrance of the saloon and he just sits down. He sees how all of the little feathers are falling and starts kind of playing with them. Then one of the little birds land next to him, but instead of hitting the ground he lands on the horse poop all pinky and feather free. So the big bird starts laughing at him covering his eyes with his wing and pointing with the other. Then the little one notice starts squeaking and covers a part of him with a leave the big bird gives him. And the rest falls as well, almost all together, making the big funny bird laugh hysterically falling of his “seat”. All pinky and covered up with horse poop they hide behind the still laughing big funny bird. THE END.

Contents of the Death Man's Pocket

It's a life changing experience, you can feel his fear, his panic. It's amazing how such a narrative can make you think of what you have in life even if you didn't really go through something so shocking. I had actually, at some point, thought that he was going to fall and just for a yellow sheet of paper! no matter how important it was for him, that's no excuse. Thankfully he made it and changed for good. Things like near-death experiences makes you see your life so much clearer like having an epiphany. I think it's one of the best things that can happen to someone, not exactly the near-death experience but its effect, because you clear out your head and makes it much easier for you to look forward, to know what you want.