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The story,“The Night We Became People Again” reminds me about how busy our lives are and we never have time for our family and just to love everyone around us and be proud of who we are and all that. I remember myself and my family during a blackout some years ago.

*In a Guys point of view

Cold, bare, sad, shocked, alone, and being filled with the fear of being unsure is the condition I am in now. That one letter led me here. Led me to be trapped.

Come. The Preacher waits by the door on a nice Sunday morning for souls wanting salvation. He waits and waits, but it seems that everyone is too busy to even enter. The Preacher heads home to a disgraceful family that also puts their business before their salvation. Their actions are as bitter as battery acid. A wife that’s a a lazy sloth, a son that’s more vile and disgusting than a pig, and a daughter who's looser than a dislocated bone. "How disgraceful,” the Preacher thought "How disgraceful, disgusting, and distasteful my family is," he continued.

Tears of servitude wore on his face. Those once bright hazel eyes were now glazed over with a deep black which could peer into the soul of a person with the toughest exterior. With each morning he rose, his orange juice was accompanied by that clear Devil’s liquid in his flask. The kitchen had changed in the few years he had entered daily. Those bright faces he used to see with the rosy cheeks and all the worlds ambition was now replaced with little parts of him which he had lost. All traces of morality were gone and all his values reflected were the beliefs forced on him by his wife.

After a morning run, I was sitting on a bench at Liberty Park at about seven o'clock in the morning.  Across from me were two very large women drinking coffee, so I made up a story about their life together.  Bethany and Bertha have been good friends since ninth grade chemistry class at East High School where neither of them had friends, so they found each other.  Neither of them were very smart, they weren't nice to anyone besides themselves, they were not involved in any school activities, and they really only had each other.  After High School they both attended UVU where they roomed together and fell in love with partying.  The two of them would show up at any toga party they could find, uninvited and unwanted.  They were known as "those two fat chicks", and showed up very loud and annoying.  Wherever the party went, they went.  On this particular evening they ended up at a party on ninth south, near Liberty Park.  The two of them drank and ate everything at the party, then fell asleep on the couch.  Everyone there was furious at Bethany and Bertha, so they took one guys pick up truck and loaded the couch, Bethany,

A man was searching frantically for something. That much was obvious. His eyes were wide as if he had to find whatever it was he was looking as soon as he possibly could. He shuffled through a stack of papers on his desk then moved to look under it but kept on looking.

The room we were in appeared to be his study but not a very organized one. There weren’t any windows but a few candles lit up the room. Papers were scattered everywhere. Stacks of books covered the floor and I couldn’t tell weather it was a wooden floor or a carpeted one. There weren’t any book cases to keep the books in so the man must have just carelessly put them on the floor as he collected them.

I just read a short story, "An Incident" by Lu Hsun and I really liked It. I thought the story was very interesting. I like it because I learned words that I never knew before, the words that I learned were very interesting. But I mostly like the story because the author gave a lot of amazing details about the characters, and what was going on in the story.