I had thought about staying away, changing my mind several times. But I knew I couldn't. As I entered the hall, I jostled my way through the crowd of people talking in whispers. I approached the large, wooden coffin in front of me. The people around it saw me and quickly shuffled away. It was strange, as I looked down at the person who lay in the coffin. It was almost as if she was asleep, as if she'd wake up any second and ask why she was in there, surrounded by people. But there was the unmistakable tinge of death surrounding her now. Her skin so pale and cold. Her eyelids shut, concealing what I knew to be the most beautiful green eyes that would never look at me again. Her face expressionless, never to talk, laugh, or scowl again. I had
The funeral was supposed to be a family affair. She had not wanted to invite so many people, most of them strangers to her, to be there at the moment she said goodbye. Yet, she was not the only person who had a right to his last moments above the earth, it seemed. Everyone, from the family who knew nothing of the anguish he had suffered in his last years, to the colleagues who saw him every day but hadn’t actually seen him, to the long-lost friends and passing acquaintances who were surprised to find that he was married, let alone dead, wanted to have a last chance to gaze upon him in his open coffin and say goodbye.
from her face. She was very pretty and simple, and her face was sweet. and young” This suggests that she was under pressure all the time. when she died everything was just normal.
I wonder if it’s an old foundation of a farmhouse or something, Brett thought to himself, but nothing before was ever said about any other buildings existing on their land. Deciding to have a closer look, he dismounted his horse and grabbed an army entrenching tool that he kept tied to the saddle. He went and cleared a path so he could have a closer look. He was surprised to find what looked like an old, flat grave marker. As he cleared away more of the tumbleweeds, he was surprised to discover several other grave markers arranged in two rows. It looked like a small graveyard. Brett brushed away some of the mud and sand that had caked onto one of the grave markers. He noticed that the lettering was shallow but still legible.
Suddenly, the crowd seemed to part in slow motion and I saw the man in the black suit standing before the coffin. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and yet he seemed somehow to be much older. Perhaps it was his dark eyes that seemed to sink into his pale face or his thin frame that seemed so frail. His hair looked the same as the first day I met him, combed sideways as if his mother still did it for him.
At the age of four the dog I was growing up with passed away. The dog was a fat and pudgey Beagle named Lil. Lil was my bestfriend. Although I was young when she passed, I still remember everything we did together. Lil and I would go on adventures through the backyard.
My interviews were not hard to complete, as I had the perfect set of individuals in mind. The first person I interviewed was Larry. Larry is the 47-year-old father of four children who has been married four times—the first two ended in divorce, his third died of cancer after 17 years together, and he recently remarried in August of this year. He has held the same job for the past 20 years, working as office manager of a court reporting firm in Charlottesville. In addition to his work, Larry was the cubmaster of a Cub Scout pack for close to ten years and has held the position of scoutmaster of a Boy Scout troop for the past eight years.
My eyes drifted towards Mum's coffin, and it took all my restraint not to run through the isles, open the coffin, and embrace her corpse. I actually might've done that, if it weren't for my conscience advising me not
A timid dog named Missy must find a way to fight her boredom after she escapes from the confines of her dog crate in an empty house. Since deliberate destruction is off the table for a distraction, she goes on a journey. The Rottweiler-mix faces a few of her multitude of fears attempts to rise above them in order to retrieve her favorite toy. Missy the Rottweiler lethargically glanced out of her slate gray dog crate and huffed. Why, she thought to herself, do the humans insist on locking me up each time they leave the house?
Well, today is a brand-new day and I am hoping things are going to be different. I was a little out of it last night, that’s for sure. What in the hell was that? Maybe I just had a hallucination from all the stress I have been under lately, the mind is a weird thing. I was thinking it might be a good idea if I tried to reach out again to Noel’s sister to get details on the funeral, and to see if there was anything I could help with.
She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked safe with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead.
As the snow fell on the fire I had to think of something quick or I knew I would die here. The only option is to kill the dog. The dog was laying down and I picked up the knife and started second guessing myself. But I did it anyway the knife felt it was going down 1,000 miles per hour and I stabbed the dog in the throat. The dog lets out a big squeal I knew he was dead because it didn't make any more movements. I removed the knife from his throat and flipped him on his back. I then made a cut down the middle of his stomach I put my cold, numb hands in the bright red steamy guts. When I got the feeling back in my hands, I put some guts in my pockets so they can keep my hands warm for as long as they can and I started walking again. The warmness
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Panting, I clung to a single branch, somehow withstanding the winds blown by the giant bird, powerful enough to rival tornadoes, Itsuki tucked in my jacket, held by my free arm. After a while, I managed to slowly, inch-by-inch, foot-by-foot, I squirmed up until the bird was only a few meters away. Moving my precious dog to my back, I murmured, “Hold on, lil’ guy. Don’t fall off, ‘kay?” With that, his paws dug a little more into my back. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I waited for the split second between gusts, and made my leap of faith, then quickly snatching a refrigerator-sized feather from the humongous creature’s beautiful, brown plumage. It shone so magnificently in the sunlight… and now I was up against it, it was coarse, yet soft and comforting, I could rest on
“ I can’t believe people nowadays” Willy moaned after watching a young child give a homeless man spare change near the door to his apartment. The 72 year old man adjusted his wire glasses as he fidgeted with the key to lock the door before going to his usual miserable job. Stepping down the crumbly old stairs, glaring at the man, Willy felt no sympathy for him. “ Do you have any spare change you could offer?” croaked the homeless man in a direction toward Willy. Stunned, Willy could not even fathom this man asking for his hard earned money.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.