My Sacrifice for Clair

647 Words2 Pages
bulb-icon

Recommended: Power gender and social relations

A dozy morning awakens before my eyes. A warm breast rushes throughout the room bring in the fresh sent of rain and roses all about me. I wake up in this room with pale walls and plush blue green carpet. The carpet lay softly under my feet in a room tat is not truly mine. I put on this mask who I truly am. My black hair cascades freely down my back in lose,curled,tangles. My crystal blue eyes like frost, that turn to puddles of liquid silver when my grad is down are framed my snow pale skin. I look up from my thoughts to see her face. My eyes meet her gases and at once my heart is sent in to a flutter. Not like a flapping wings a butterfly but as in my heart was the wings of a humming bird beating a thousand miles per second. I could feel it beating agents my chest as if my heart at any moment would explode.Her, she will be my undoing I just know it. My heart yearns for this girl with pin straight hair and her piercingly elegant forest green eyes. Her eyes are like starring in to shards of broken forest, telling me her is fearless. My body tenses as he places her soft, peach colored hand on my cheek. "Clair Johnson your smile melts away all sorrow and wipe away any darkness bring color, brightening my day so wonderfully," I say placing my hand over her's. "Good morning Trillance," she questioned with a smile plastered to her face? "Good morning my darling baby doll. How are you this morning," I asked wishing I could only save her? "I am well. How is my angel," she asked hesitantly? I pause to think in an ideal world this problem would never would exists. I would never have to worry about this doll like girl. In this world I am just a normal girl. This place is my escape. This must try to be happy. Thou I know this is a rea... ... middle of paper ... ...disturb me again or it could mean your life," I whisper to her just before I shoved her towards the door. She look back at me only once to bow her head as she closing the door. I felt bad but it was not her place I will not have such anarchy in my kingdom. I wake up in her arms tears dripping on my face. "My sweet doll what is wrong," I asked worried sick. "I heard every thing you fainted and started talking. If I have to die then my only wish is to have your one last kiss," she said in a fit of tears a hiccups. "I love Clair. Never forget that," I said swiping the tears from her eyes. "I love you to. Thank you for being my angel," she said. Are lips meet and I felt her life force leave her body. Leaving her limbp in my arms. I knew she was gone. Gone to heaven where her angel heart belonged. "I love you," I whisper before I disapears forever. Never to return.

Show More
Related

  • Analysis Of Marge Piercy's Barbie Doll

    1681 Words  | 4 Pages

    In the beginning of “Barbie Doll”, pleasurable and unpleasurable imagery is given so that the reader can see the extremes girls go through to be considered perfect.

    Read More

  • Great Expectations Worst Of Men Essay

    735 Words  | 2 Pages

    and repentant I came back, that I would tell her how I had lost all I once hoped

    Read More

  • Araceli Avil A Short Story

    430 Words  | 1 Pages

    “When we left for the hospital she ran after me, got into the van, and she was very happy.”

    Read More

  • Creative Writing: USS Zenith

    2144 Words  | 5 Pages

    "Me too." She replied, tears still running down her face. For a few seconds they just stood there, accross the room from one another, staring at each other through the sparks and small fires. Then she started walking toward him, saying, "Oh what the hell, we're gonna die anyway."

    Read More

  • Juniper Dramatic Monologue

    897 Words  | 2 Pages

    I’ve never been so afraid. Mami told me that women were rare but I’ve never truly known what that meant until now. I’ve never seen so many men in one place. Their eyes drink me in. Bile creeps up my throat but I choke back my disgust and cry perfect, delicate tears that barely smear my make-up. The real me tucked away beneath this puff of silk wants to burn this place to the ground.

    Read More

  • Hermia Monologue

    596 Words  | 2 Pages

    There I am lying, I am awoken by a bright shimmering, yet quite bothering light, I slide to my right to find my angelic husband Demetrious, he was breathing softly and faintly, I wrap my arm around him onto his buff body, and his eyes stare at me gracefully, I come to acceptance and find myself thinking how this happened, from hopeless back then, to happiest I could be, and all because of one man, he made me feel gloomy like when we first met, his eyes would affectionately stare deep into your eyes. His bright personality brightened up my day, that one special day, the most beautiful day of day, it was a sunny, warm yet quite balanced day, everything was going normally, then carelessly out the corner he came, Demetrious, and one problem was that he liked my hearty, hysterical good friend Hermia. Hermia had a generous and gentle personality, she had beautiful eyes and I was very fondly jealous of her, she got all the cute, boys that I always admired, yet one day things unexpectedly turned the other way around.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative-Cascade Failure

    701 Words  | 2 Pages

    The hold abruptly released, allowing my blood to stop pounding in my ears. He smiled crookedly, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes. “I can say it now, I’m already dead: all I ever wanted was to be you, Sumati

    Read More

  • Creative Writing: Jail Time

    3728 Words  | 8 Pages

    Ow. My head hurts. It has been lying against this wall for at least an hour now. I scratched the back of my head to move around my dark, curly hair. It was beginning to feel plastered against my scalp. It was a bit tangled from not brushing it for a day and my fingers did not run through it with ease; nevertheless, it felt good to keep the blood flowing. I was lying on a thin, light blue mat on the floor. My head was propped up against the cold wall as if it were a concrete pillow. My chin dug into my chest and I could feel the soft, warm material from my sleeveless sweater cushioning my jaw. I looked down. I could see the ends of my hair cascading over my shoulders. The red highlights matched quite nicely with my maroon sweater. My arms were folded over my belly and they appeared more pale than usual. My knees were bent, shooting upward like two cliffs. My baggy blue jeans covered the backs of my fake brown leather shoes. ("Christy, let me borrow your pants, the baggy ones with the big pockets. I can hide more stuff in those.")

    Read More

  • Double Vision

    1550 Words  | 4 Pages

    Gathering myself I apologized to her. “Whatever for?” she asked. “I’m not quite myself today, I, um, I seem to have lost my words…” I trailed off watching the child in the seat across from me wriggle in the arms of his mother, fighting for his freedom, the mother’s face a picture of exhaustion.

    Read More

  • Stillness Seeking

    2451 Words  | 5 Pages

    This morning I wake early from the light that creeps underneath my blinds and my bed next to the window. I wake floating on the streams of light, heated, like white wax spilled across the floor, dripping, soft. In bare feet I walk down the stairs, cold on the wood, and find my father in the kitchen, also awake early. Together, we leave the house, the house that my parents built with windows like walls, windows that show the water on either side of the island. We close the door quietly so as not to wake the sleepers. We walk down the pine-needle path, through the arch of trees, the steep wooden steps to the dock nestled in the sea-weed covered rocks. We sit silently on the bench, watch as the fog evaporates from the clear water. The trees and water are a painting in muted colors, silver and grays and greenish blue, hazy white above the trees.

    Read More

  • Describing the Moment I Met My Baby Niece

    808 Words  | 2 Pages

    I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Waking Up To A New Day

    1636 Words  | 4 Pages

    "It 's time to wake these little troublemakers up" I whispered half smiling. I went over to my closet and got change. As I went and open the bedroom door, I then stop completely midway at the door. I take one good glance back and proceeded my way out the door and into the hallway. The girl 's room is right down the hall from my bedroom. I walk down the hall and open the girl 's bedroom door slowly and silently, so I wouldn 't startle the girls if they were still asleep. I see both of them sound asleep. Makes me feel guilty to wake them up from their peace and wonderful dream worlds. But, I had to wake them up and get them all neat and tidy

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative- My Dream

    582 Words  | 2 Pages

    I open my mouth. From deep inside my soul a melody flows out of my chest, off of my tongue, and finally caresses my lips with the sweetest touch, and my song fills the air with a boldness like that of the glory of the angels. The sound of my song is that of unfathomable wonder, a voice as sweet and smooth as the face of a child. I sing and sing and sing my heart out, and I wonder and wonder and wonder in awe of the sound that is coming from my mouth and my...

    Read More

  • My First Girlfriend

    685 Words  | 2 Pages

    Kara walked into the classroom five seconds before the bell rang and all the guys looked in awe. She was the kind of girl that everyone wants but nobody can have. I was among these spectators sitting next to an empty desk. She came and took the weight off her feet in chair to the left of me. I had never talked to her until one day she brought conversation upon me. She asked me how my day was going and I gave a typical response of “Good.” She introduced herself and asked for my name. I discovered right then from the position of the sun in the sky creating a perfect reflection of shine in her eyes that this girl was the perfect human being. The way she talked with a sense of warmth made me feel comforted and secure.

    Read More

  • Descriptive Essay On The Toy Store

    1602 Words  | 4 Pages

    “Today, we are going to the toy store”, my mom proclaimed. Those words, though very rare, were magic to my ears. Magic, is what was awaiting me behind the doors of the toy store. I ran inside, the terrain somewhat unfamiliar, but worth exploring. The selves upon selves seemed so massive, towering over my little frame. The smell of delicately packaged boxes aroused by eagerness. The sounds of children’s footsteps, pitter-pattering about, muffled my hearing. Each footstep I made, closer to my destination, overshadowed by the immense blank of the floor. Alas, my kid radar peaked, and I found the aisle of treasures. A sea of pink paradise lay in front of me. My hands moist, ready to explore the blank. This sacred place was pure utopia; a fantasy land of escape; a place where all remnants of my life no longer existed. I was in Barbie land, surrounded by a copious selection of pink boxes. I, by innate nature I’m sure, reached for the box that held the most beautiful specimen I ever saw. She had blonde hair that flowed so gracefully. Her eyes of blue sparkled through the box. Then, that is when it happened. My mom slapped my hand, “Pick the Barbie that mostly looks like you”, she demanded. I was confused for a mere second. My eyes wandered to the lower shelf, where the black Barbie, marked on discount hung. The black Barbie appeared unsalable, no competition to the beauty

    Read More

More about My Sacrifice for Clair

Open Document