+++ The fragrance of fruits and flowers still lingered in my bedroom.All I could think about was Ara whenever I encountered the intoxicating smell, with tears always threatening to fall as I thought it.I regret everything I did these last five months.I absolutely do regret it.But how do you expect a girl like Ara to forgive you so quickly?I would have to at least put a bullet through my head and then she would forgive me just before I took my last breath. "Jungkook!Got to go to practice, dude!" Jin would have to remind me that we had dancing and singing to do nowadays.Normally Ara would just tug on my jacket, cock her head to the side and smile, then I would remember in an instant. I miss her smile.It was always different from other girls' smiles because she didn't even have to attempt to smile, she just has to notice or listen to …show more content…
"Right!Hyerin and Ara, I need your honest opinions about our wedding plan so far."Mina clasped her hands together, beckoning for us to come forward to observe her plan while the boys practised and the rest of the girls watched. Mina and Namjoon's wedding was themed around the colours silver, gold and white.It was going to be indoors because they don't really want an extravagant wedding ceremony that would drag all attention to them, even though that was half of what weddings did; give the bride and groom all of the attention. When Hyerin and I finished scoping through the whole draft, we both reflected each other's actions, from the deep sighing to the scratching of the back of our neck.It wasn't long until we both responded with a, "It's...definitely a Mina and Namjoon wedding..."
Sammy was a girl that she was shy. She had her group of friends that she trusted and said everything. But in the school was a girl that she was mean and thinks she can judge everyone. One night Sammy was about to sleep but in a moment to another she was restless. Because she gets scar and she didn’t even know. She saw an ugly monster, she was cold she was like a cold corpse. Sammy says“ It’s nothing, go to sleep”. But she hears a voice telling her“You know that’s not true”. When she hears that, she starts shaking like a little Chihuahua.
So what can go wrong with a long so strong, a hold you so tight, a night so calm
Elise hastily rushed to her tent to tend her father, named Jarvan, because of a horrendous wound that was made from a plasma bullet. The wound was turned into a hole in the skin after the plasma instantly evaporated. It took several hours to stop the bleeding using a cloth. As Elise’s father was resting, she went to find some valuables that might have been with the dead body that she had killed. Unfortunately, the body was gone and she came back empty handed. As soon as Elise came back, my father and I talked about the missing body and the ways we can leave this foul planet.
Brandon – Seriously though, John and Rhonda we hope that your love for one another is modern enough to survive the times, yet old fashioned enough to last forever……………… You really are a perfect match.
Before I ask you to join me in a toast to the bride and groom. I'd like to bore you with a few words. I will try to keep them short. as I know that the other speakers are really looking forward to standing here before you and making their speeches!
Oh trust me, it's true. Isabelle might be the most ticklish person I've ever seen.
Scene 1: I’m part way through my freshman year of high school. Something is wrong with me. I don’t know what I feel, but I just want to cry. I just got off the bus and am sitting in my room on the floor. After a few weeks of holding back tears from an unknown cause, I finally let them glide down my cheeks and into my lap, hoping to reveal why I’m even crying in the first place.
Pleiku, in the central highlands of Vietnam, is the closest thing that I have ever seen to a heaven on Earth. Waking up every day amongst the rice paddies, amongst the rich grasslands, amongst my people are all memories I will take to my deathbed. Despite this, since I turned twelve years old in 1965, it became clear to me that Pleiku was going to be my graveyard, that I was just biding my time, waiting for the inevitable bullet to crash through my skull; but I digress. See, I was not even a teenager when my older brother handed me a Kalashnikov and a bag of rice and told me I was going to fight the Americans. I am still not totally sure why I am fighting or why anybody else is, but I know this: they are monsters.
Dressing for the masquerade ball, Allie took care not to overdress, foregoing a chemise and stockings. The oppressive heat was stifling; she did not want to fall faint and embarrass herself. It already being this hot and humid in late June, Allie hated to think what the next several months of summer would bring. Although the emerald green and indigo-blue gown she made for the occasion is of a lightweight, batiste fabric, it was still so hot that one perspired heavily upon going outdoors. Even with the cooler sea breezes, it was too hot to sit on the balcony unless it was early morning, late evening, or night time… The lamplights from anchored ships that swayed gently with the tide, calmed Allie of evenings as she sat out there watching, waiting
Victor Frankenstein was born in Naples, Italy however, he claims he is Genevese. He is raised by his loving parents Alphonse and Caroline. Later, Victor would meet the love of his life, Elizabeth Lavenza, his adopted sister. Victor also finds a new companion, Henry Clerval, at school and they quickly become friends. Unfortunately, at the age of seventeen, Victor’s mother dies.
I don't know what I did wrong. I asked Amir agha, but he said I hadn't done anything. I would have stopped doing it, then maybe Father and I wouldn't have left. Before the kite tournament, Amir was my best friend, and we would always play together, but then he didn't want me around any more. I don't know why.
When I look at the bride and groom, I feel such a kaleidoscope of emotions. I know that Kari has found her true match and I know that theirs will be a marriage of long standing. My heart is bursting with love for you two today. I know you have a wonderful adventure ahead of you, and with God?s blessing your marriage will last for decades to come.
The sun had begun to risen, the sun's radiant beams of light glimmering along the dainty snowflakes swirling throughout the chilling air outside. The sunlight directly basked along Luciel’s sleeping figure, his silky covers surrounding his frame. A deafening sound could be heard on his bedside table, erratic beeping could be heard from a small round clock beside him in the shade of a blue pigment. Luciel groans in annoyance of the ringing slowly encompassing the small clock in his pale fingers, quickly pressing the off button with his ring finger silencing the noise.
On Saturday evening I attended Xavier University Theatre Department’s production of The Vagiana Monologues. The show was based around various interviews with all types of women. The interviews were about these women’s vagianas. The monologues ranged from that of an older woman who had never experienced an orgasm, a woman who found love for her vagina at a vagina workshop, rape survivors, women who had “politically incorrect” awakenings about their vaginas, homeless women and sex workers. These monologues ranged from laugh out loud funny, to heartwarming to heart wrenching.
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).