short story #2

Friendships can be important with some people, depending on who the person is to you. Some friendships are really worth anything, but others can mean everything. For example, a best friend is someone who sticks by you through thick and thin. What does she mean by that you ask? I mean if you were to ever hit rock bottom, your best friend would be right there trying to help you in any way possible. Now that’s what you call a best friend. Another example appears to in the story “My friend Moe” written by Marjorie Kinnan Rawling, Moe said, “Me and her is buddies, see? If her gate falls down, I go and fix it. If I git in a tight for money, she helps me if she got it, and if she ain’t got it, she gits it for me. We stick together. You got to stick to the bridge that carries you across.”

Moe and his were such good friends that if she had never scratched up a dollar, she would give it to him. When they first met, Moe introduced himself to her on her first Christmas Day at the creek. As she was cooking, Moe and the man he came with, Wihtey, sat on the back steps and visited with the men. After she, Moe’s buddy, got done cooking, she approach the men and asked if they wanted to join her for dinner to grab their attention. After dinner, they both, Moe and her, went to the back steps and talked.

They have an admiration for each other. In the beginning of their friendship, beyond their mutual helpfulness, there was a warm tenderness that made them sit down together on the back steps and talked about the world as they saw it. They both had the same type of view of the world and a lot of similarities with each other. It was like they could talk about anything together. As they got older, they both still remain best friends.

Later on, their friendship was kind of splitting far apart. Moe got married and had twelve kids. She, his friend, became a writer. Moe’s friend was going to New York but, as she was pulling off in her car, she saw Moe. He wasn’t looking so good. His face was so “gray”. His youngest child, Mary, was dying. Her illness that she had was close to pneumonia. Moe didn’t know what to do, he was so confused. He was getting sicker by the day as he had to watch his daughter struggle through the pain that she was in. Until one day he couldn’t fight anymore. As he sat in his chair, he made a stangling sound in his throat and his head dropped and didn’t left back up again.

I think the author’s purpose of writing the story, “ My Friend Moe”, was to show how friendships can be important. Show what you and or anyone can gain out of a friendship. When no one is there, knowing that you can depend on your best friend makes you feel good about yourself.

Overall, I liked the story. It was interesting and it grab my attention in the beginning. In the middle of it, it got serious as far as talking about Mary, Moe’s youngest daughter. But I can honestly say that I wasn’t expecting the end to turn out how it did. It left confused because I wanted to continue on reading it.

Short Story #1

Reading this book kind of affected me. It made me want to do better with my life and the people that's in it. The Scarlet Ibis is a bird that has a big head, a skinny long neck, and a tiny body which is red and shriveled like an old man's. I think this bird has a strong connection to Doodle, the main character's little brother.

Doodle was a crazy little brother,but not in a bad way, in a good way. He couldn't really talk and he couldn't walk either cause he was really sick.The doctor said he had a weak heart. He wanted to be just like his brother, but his brother didn't to much care for him. His thought that he was an embarrassment to him, so he treated him badly. Doodle's brother told his mom one day that he always wanted a normal little brother. A little brother that he can play football with and all sources of things.But being in the condition that Doodle is in, he wouldn't be able to things like a normal kid would. So, brother tries to teach him to be normal.

"Brother" was a terrible brother. He tries to hard to make Doodle becomes something he's not. He was ashamed of Doodle. He wouldn't even walk with him down the street. So, I guess he thought that if he take him down to the Old Woman Swamp by their selves, then he wouldn't be shy to try to walk. As much as he tried to walk, he crawled more and it made Brother even more mad because the fact was that he couldn't walk. So as days go by in the summer, Doodle learns to walk even more. One day going to the Old Woman Swamp, they saw a bird that looked just like Doodle. And the craziest thing about it is that what ever happens to the bird happens to Doodle. It's like whenever the bird gets sick, Doodle gets sick.

One day something weird was going on with the bird. It looked very tired. Doodle's hands were clasped at his throat and stayed still for so long. At a moment, the bird began to flutter, but the wings were uncoordinated, and amid much flapping and a spray of flying features, it tumbled down, bumping through the limbs of the bleeding tree and landing at our feet with a thud. Then it die.

Doodle and Brother were floating down the creek with the tide. But rolling back against the tide came big black clouds gathering together in the south west. Doodle was watching them while him and brother was trying to pull the oars faster. When they reach land, lighting was going across the sky, thunder roared loud, the sun disappeared, and the darkness descended, almost like night. Doodle was both tired and scared,so, he collapsed to the ground.Running home, Doodle was being left behind yelling for Brother to not leave him. Brother stop running because he got tired, so he decided to wait on Doodle. Doodle was taking to long to catch up, so Brother started calling his name and didn't get any answer.