Author Archives: 20dangh

Whenever someone asks me: “How are you?” I always take a moment to think of the answer And by the time it’s on the tip of my tongue, The person has already left. I wonder how can we be so … Continue reading →

“What one thinks is right is not always the same as what others think is right; no one can be always right.” (Roy T Bennett) From the moment Christopher Columbus first set foot on the land of America, which has … Continue reading →

“The scarlet letter has not done its office.”, remarked the narrator as Hester developed a strong dissent towards the social inequality that targeted her using an embroidered letter (Hawthorne 114). Throughout the novel, readers are well aware of the letter’s … Continue reading →

“All that crap about how if we had a pussy for president there wouldn’t be no more wars. Pure garbage,” (O’Brien 103). Whenever it comes to war, women are often excluded among the violence and stories that have been told … Continue reading →

Maggie died. Maggie died a prostitute. How she turned out to be a prostitute is unknown and will forever remain a mystery to readers. However, it is not how but why she ended up in that position and whether she … Continue reading →

It has been 545 days since I confessed to someone about this for the first time; it was also the time I decided to never tell anyone about it again. However, 338 days later, I could not handle holding it … Continue reading →

“How do you say your name?” “Đặng Minh Hạnh” “Wait what?” A question that has been answered too many times and an answer that has been questioned too many times. An inquiry that would make me shift uneasily from side … Continue reading →

Carefully, nervously, and cautiously I slide my wobbly legs onto the feet straps of an auto-wheeling chair that spins me across the room. “These darn robots,” I thought as my breakfast rolls to my throat after the excessive spin for … Continue reading →

“[Alice Dang] carried a black pen and the responsibility for the life of poetry.” Alice Dang is sick of putting words together so she decided to replace her name in other people’s work. She certainly feels terrible for doing so, … Continue reading →

‘They’re a rotten crowd,’ [Nick] shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.’ This was Nick’s last remark to Gatsby as he waved farewell, not knowing it was the last time. It has always been clear … Continue reading →