I got that Sanity

The Tell-Tale is about a so-called sane narrator having the murderous desire to kill this old man because of his evil eye. Now on to the analysis. I believe the evil eye could refer to how within another person's human eyes, you can see yourself. I have been able to deduce that maybe the eye represented in reflection of the narrators level of sanity. He may have chosen to kill the old man because the blue vulture looking eyes of the old man may have thought that the old man was going to kill him. Taking the initiative, the narrator sought to kill the old man. As I stated early, the eyes of the old man probably portrayed how the narrator was losing their sanity with each passing day.
  The beating heart was most likely a sign of the guilt that the man felt for killing the old man. The beating could have even been the narrator's own heart, seeing as it isn't possible for a heart to still be beating after one's body has been dissesembled. With this in mind, I feel that the narrator earlier explains his heightened senses as a way to deny his own further drop in to insanity. From what we can tell, the narrator and the old man seem to know each other, and are probably neighbors or have a servant & master kind of relationship. In conclusion, the narrator is insane, and needs to be rehab.

The Love of the Game

Fútbol, better known as soccer in America, is the world's most popular sport. For me, fútbol is a passion. I love fútbol, and I just love playing whenever I can find the time. Lately though, my love of the game just hasn’t been there while I played, and I only feel empty and without a purpose. Recently, I had the opportunity to play to play at Durkin Park with a few friends. More than anything, I wanted to find my resolve and that love of the game that kept me coming back.

        As I left my house around 4:30, the curiosity of how this fútbol game would be any different from the others struck me. I hoped that it would be an enjoyable game, similar to the ones in the summer. After arriving a few minutes late to Durkin Park, I found that the teams for the game had not even been chosen. As I waited in anticipation for the game to commence, I chatted with my friend Omar about what would happen with the game. Soon enough Jorge, another friend, showed up, and teams were quickly formed. Moments before the game started, I was asked what position I was interested in playing, and I responded "defense," despite playing a position more along the lines of defensive mid within all the games that we played.

       The game was off to a fairly one-sided start as my team managed to score a goal after about a minute in a half. During that time, I was watching how each player moved to make sure I could keep up. Fortunately for me, I not only managed to keep up, but I also managed to win pretty much every challenge for the ball. Mid-way through the game, my team was still winning by a fairly large margin, 10-5. The perfection of the weather only further got me into the game's intensity. The only problem was that the soles of my feet have had been aching since I left the house. Seeing an offensive player trying to find a chance, I intercepted the pass and took the offensive, hoping to score a goal solely through taking everyone on. With my sudden possession I controlled the ball with a series of unpredictable touches to confuse anyone who attempted to pose a challenge. In the end, I scored a crushing and unbelievable goal after taking on four players. After that goal, we made new teams.

      This time I wasn't really able to run because the previous 1hr 1/2 game took its toll on my feet. I was still maintained satisfactory play, but I lost what I considered most important. Composure. I reacted instinctively instead of watching what the opposition wanted to throw my way. I believe that we lost that game. I guess because everyone did not want to go home, we played another game: Barcelona versus Real Madrid. At first I thought this was a good idea, but when I saw who exactly was on the other team, it was a complete mismatch. The only real players that knew how to play fútbol were Jorge, Juan, and me. The other team had around 5 people that were pretty good. The worst part about everything that happened was that Omar scored 4 of their 5 goals, which really says something about our defense when you consider that at pretty much all times, I was guarding at least 2 people. To add to the embarrassment, they had less players on their to begin with. At the end of the game, Omar bragged about how he got a hat-trick but I reminded him of how Jorge stole one of his goals.  As predicted, he insisted that it was in before Jorge touched it, but both Jorge and I knew that Jorge scored. I really did not care if Omar got a hat-trick because the team he had set him up for just about all the goals that he even scored. All that mattered was that I scored. I then realized that I found my reason for loving fútbol. My reason being for the purpose is to have fun, and meet friends that share my love of the game.

       Once I realized this, I felt an urge to get better not just for my own self-gain, but so I can meet other talented players. As the time approached 7:30, I finally left Durkin Park satisfied and fulfilled that I had recovered my resolve. More determined than ever, I swore that I would practice and develop to achieve all my motives that encompass my passion, no matter what it takes.

A Short Story done at 11

As, Kaka sat in the confounds of his living room and ate his pizza, the futbol (soccer) game commenced between Manchester United and Real Madrid. The pizza happened to be a meat lover's pizza, covered in pepperoni, sausage, bacon, and pork. Beside Kaka was a plate of tomales for whenever he got hungry. The decorations around his home were as they normally were during late April. In the meantime, his mother, a light-skinned 5'7" full figured woman named Allison, was on her way to pick up supplies for a barbaque. At the moment, Kaka's brother, Xabi is messing with the pet rabbit, Mr. Herriman. Mr. Herriman enjoys a rather odd arrangement of foods ranging from twiz bars to fried chicken. In particular, he isn't very fond of carrots. As Kaka watches the intense futbol match, his cousins Greg, Hannah, David, and Vivi divert Kaka's attention from the game. Once they caught eye of the game, the four of them joined their cousin watching the futbol game, as Real Madrid steals possession, and commences with an offense assault from Higuain, Ronaldo, and Pedro Leon.

      While this is going on, Kaka's father Juan is just getting out of work. As he returns to the outdoors on his return home, he notices that it is a splendid sunny day. The sun is glistening and the sunlight and seems only to further support Juan's naturally good mood. Remembering that he was watching the futbol game before he left work, he rushes home to catch a few remnants of the last few minutes. With Juan's return, he manages to witness a draw between the two opposing teams through a last second goal from Real Madrid's Higuain. With the game over, the time is 4:30, and guests for the barbaque are arriving in massive waves. Seeing this being an ideal time to get started with the cooking, Juan starts to grill all of the meats, while Allison crafts a fruit salad and normal salad, and puts the finishing touches on the cleaning.  Kaka manages to get Vivi, David, Hannah, Greg, and Xabi to go to the park to play futbol. Within an hour, the children all return, tired and musty. With their return, they joined the other guests after retrieving a bite to eat.