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My father had left our house in the midst of a fight between Lindsey and my mother. My mother was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to swim. Without thinking, Lindsey had blared, "I'd rather die!", at the top of her lungs. My father watched as my mother froze, then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket, took the car keys off the hook by the back door, and snuck out.

My conversations would probably be alot more boring then they already are. I don't necessarily repeat all the bad things i hear, but when i hear someone say, "do you know what so and so did," i'm all ears. I think that people relay gossip because they want to have some entertainment added to their lives. They also like the feeling of knowing that they know something that somebody else doesn't, and so they brag a little bit, and then they relay the rumor that they hear.

Satire- a literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn.
Irony- a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the others false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning.
Analogy- inference that if two or more things agree with one another in some respects they will probably agree in others
Foreshadowing- to represent, indicate, or typify beforehand.

figurative language

Figurative- expressing one thing in terms normally denoting another with which it may be regarded as analogous.

Figure of Speech- used to convey meaning or heighten effect often by comparing or identifying one thing with another that has a meaning or connotation familiar to the reader or listener.

Imagery- figurative language.

Trope- the use of a word or expression in a figurative sense.

All for of these additions to speech all attempt to add interest to a story. With out any figurative language, stories and comments would be boring and not worth telling.

Story spinners: Option_

As i regained consciousness, I remember asking, "Who are who, what are you doing, what do you want!?. It was the day before thanksgiving, in New York, New York. I had forgotten to get a few food items required to have a good thanksgiving meal. It was just beginning to drizzle, so I thought that if I hurried and took some shortcuts I could get my items before the rain picked up. I was cutting through an alley when all of a sudden a pair of headlights came out of nowhere. Two rough looking men got out of the car and demanded all the money I had. I was stubborn though, and wouldn't give it to them. Not one of my smarter ideas. Sensing that they would get it from me one way or another, I took off running and hid in an old vestibule, hidding behind an old grandfather clock. Somehow they went into that exact building and looked behind that exact clock on their first try. Pure luck if you ask me. They grabbed my arms and legs and took me back out to the alley. One of them hit me with something metal and heavy. I assume it was a crowbar. When I woke up, all of my money was gone, luckily not very much. I called the police, but since it was dark and rainy, I did not have a good description of the two men, so the call was in vain. I blame the police for not having any patrol men around, ensuring that these kinds of things don't happen. I sued the state government for a lack of crime prevention techniques, and had the 50 dollars stolen replaced, and left them with some serious thoughts of beefing up their anti crime programs.