Here’s the thing about that story: We experience moments like this all the time.This one may sound special and unique and maybe even beautiful, but onlybecause I’ve crafted this particular moment into a story. In truth, these momentsare everywhere. They exist in multitudes for all of us. They’re like dander in thewind. They exist all around us. More than you could ever imagine. The problem isthat we don’t see these moments. We fail to notice them or recognize theirimportance, and when we happen to see one, we don’t reach out to catch it. Wedon’t record it. We don’t save it. We fail to keep these precious moments safe forthe future.Years ago, I found a way to recognize and collect these moments, and it haschanged my life. It’s turned me into a storyteller with an endless supply of stories.Stories that don’t rely upon near-death experiences or unlawful imprisonment orhomelessness to be effective. It’s also made me a happier person

An Unexplainable OccurrenceElizabeth Kibler1My sleepy little town used to be a blip on the world’s radar screen, but recently it seems that it cannot escape from the glare of the spotlight. People throughout the state continue to talk about the so-called unexplainable occurrence that happened here.2Two summers ago, my summer vacation commenced much like every other and I could scarcely handle the boredom. One day, I overheard some people discussing a traveling carnival that had unexpectedly arrived in our town the night before. The performers planned to put on a spectacular show that evening. I had never been to a carnival, but I welcomed a distraction from a normally dull Friday night.3As I strolled to the carnival, I noticed that my town looked deserted. The usually hectic streets seemed lonely in the moonlight, and many of the businesses had closed so that everyone could enjoy the exhibition. The only sounds I heard were the echoes of music and cheering that arose from the park. When I got closer, I could see the gigantic shadows of animals and performers leaping across the sides of the glowing tent. The scents of cotton candy and popcorn wafted through the air.4I peered inside the luminous tent and instantly recognized numerous people from the town. They gazed toward the top of the tent at a courageous trapeze artist who swung perilously above them. I took a seat beside the door and held my breath waiting for the next act. Crack! I almost jumped out of my seat when I heard the ringmaster’s whip splinter the air. Throughout the night, the entertainers kept the crowd engaged with a variety of wild and crazy events. Then, the carnival characters took their bows and ended their performance. Afterward, the townspeople walked wearily, but jubilantly, home.5When I walked outside the next morning, I saw my father talking with his friend Miguel. My father’s mouth gaped open, a look of astonishment printed across his face like a glaring headline.“But, that doesn’t make sense,” said my father. “The whole town was there. We all saw it.”7I listened further and discovered that the local news reporter had unearthed a shocking bit of information. She started researching the traveling carnival for a piece in the newspaper, but she could not locate any information about that carnival—or any carnivals, for that matter—traveling through the area. Moreover, the park in which the performance had taken place held none of the telltale signs of a carnival. It was as though the evening had never occurred.8Suspicious about what I was hearing, I trekked to the carnival grounds to investigate. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I saw absolutely no trace of the carnival. No holes existed where I had seen tent spikes the night before. The hay that I had seen strewn and scattered about for the ferocious animals had totally disappeared. Not so much as a single piece of spilled popcorn appeared on the grass.9Even after two years, no one can explain the strange phenomenon that occurred in my little town. I don’t need an explanation, though. The warm summer winds are starting to blow, and I can’t wait to see what comes behind them.QuestionThe narrator MOST LIKELY waits for the summer winds to blow becauseResponsesA her favorite time of year is the summer.her favorite time of year is the summer.B her town is at its best during the summer.her town is at its best during the summer.C she thinks the summer winds are delightful.she thinks the summer winds are delightful.D she wants to see if the carnival comes again.

Write a story in which something unexpected happens at an important school event. [25]ORNarrative writing5 Write a story that includes the sentence: ‘When I saw the photograph, the memories came rushingback.’ [25]

Which story premise most clearly contains a supernatural element?A.Every intersection Laticia comes to on her way to the office is a green light.B.Dr. Weatherford hopes for some good luck as she gets ready to do surgery.C.Johannes feels a tingling in his chin every time a crime takes place nearby.D.A mysterious letter arrives in the mail, but the message is totally unreadable.SUBMITarrow_backPREVIOUS

According to anthropologist Michael Agar, you experience a(n) ____________________ when you have a moment where something unexpected happens, signifying a cultural difference. (2 words)

You go by your day, rushing through the busy streetsand pay no mind to those who stop halfwayunravel in dark corners and let themselves breathbut if you looked in those corners,You'd find her right there,Disguised by the darknessand the curls in her hairHer nose in a book,With her head in the clouds,hiding her feelings,away from the menacing crowdIf you sat by her side,While the world went awry,She'd tell you the story, behind the pain in her eyes.If you peered through her ribcage, you'd see an empty space,from those she gave her heart towho didn't put it back in its placethe brain within her skull is so flooded it could drown In names of people who said they loved her,but didn't stick around.If you gave her five minutes of your time, You'd see how her smile,makes the worst things in existenceseem worthwhileBut you don't look in those corners,You don't even spare her a glanceSo she sits and waits in those corners, waiting to be given a chance