“Hey, Eva,” Angelo greets me, decked in his usual attire of a black suit with matching waistcoat. Tonight, he wears his blue tie, the one matching his eyes. Despite my knowledge of his courtship with Alice, I still find myself mesmerised within those sensuous blue pools. Can she ever forgive me for being infatuated with her boyfriend? “Come sit with me,” he commands, and I obey. With an open hand, he gestures for me to sit on the nearest sofa, and joins my side, leaving only a sliver of air between us, inviting the presence of the hummingbird. “You look beautiful tonight. Is that dress new?” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I gaze into his eyes. “Yes, courtesy of my boss.” Choosing my attire tonight took little effort. I elected for my plain, black silk dress, …show more content…
“Oh, my apologies, I shouldn't have asked.” “It's okay, you wouldn't have known otherwise.” Before continuing, I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. “To be honest, I don't know the full story behind my parents' decision to move to America, but I do know my mum moved over here with my dad and his parents before they married. Though I can't tell you why.” One arm slinks along the back of the sofa towards me. “You were born in America, yet you have an English accent, and use a lot of English terms. Wouldn't you have adopted an American accent from school?” “For a while, my mum homeschooled me.” “Ah, makes sense. And everyone loves the cute English accent, right?” His eyebrows raise briefly as the mischievous grin emerges on his lips. “Better than the Italian one.” A curve caresses my lips as my lashes flutter. “I don't know, I kind of like the Italian one.” For a moment, our gazes lock, causing the hummingbird to beat her wings. The moment I realise I'm flirting with him, I tuck my hair behind my ears and avert my gaze. “If you don't mind me asking,” he says, “who took care of you after the accident?
This story is about the relationship between two brothers and how they faced certain obstacles. Since the narrator is also Sonny’s brother, there are definitely some advantages the narrator has considering he is telling both his story and Sonny’s. But if it were between Sonny and his brother to narrate this story, I would easily choose his brother. Sonny would be a very unreliable narrator considering his heroin addiction. Sonny’s brother, the narrator, can offer us a glimpse of both his own life and of Sonny's.
Celie believes she has no power or say against her father and the choices he makes for her. Alfonso begins to talk about choosing a husband for Celie because he has grown tired of her and is ready to get rid of her. Alfonso also gets bored with his wife, and starts to gravitate toward his younger daughter Nettie again. Celie offers herself to Alfonso in an attempt to save her sister. Alfonso accepts her offers and has sex with her instead of Nettie, while his new wife is sick. Alfonso uses Celie for sex tries and in an attempt to turn the other girls against her he badmouths her and says that she’s a bad influence. He says Celie "ain 't fresh" (isn 't a virgin) and that she is “spoiled” Alfonso sees women as objects and once they have been
I feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!”
I'm currently walking along a long and barren road approaching a small forest. Of course, no one would recognize where I am. Of course not I'm obviously somewhere where even I wouldn't recognize, thrown into a place against my own will. I guess I can blame my own hubris for this one. “HEY I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUCKING FUN, don't be a condescending asshole.”
on a tuesday after my sister got home from i’m gusing from a friends house, she went straight to the kitchen and got on my phone and called her friend. while she was in the kitchen talking on the phone i think i heard her talking about a party for a friend’s birthday.
Crimson Peak, released in 2015 and directed by Guillermo del Toro, opens with a monologue by the film’s protagonist, Edith Cushing. This monologue continues for four minutes, encompassing a flashback which includes events of Edith’s childhood. Her dialogue introduces ghosts into the story and establishes many of the film’s most prevalent trends. During a flashback to her childhood, Edith’s mother comes to her in the form of a ghost. The syuzhet in this opening scene presents ghosts as terrifying and unwanted antagonists that exist to terrorize the hapless Edith. The film’s primary twist is that the ghosts are actually there not to terrorize Edith, but rather to save her from doom. Horrifying sound effects and music correlate with one another
Prologue 2015 – Villa Forenza Senior Apartments Las Vegas, Nevada You would think that a woman surrounded by so much drama in life, wouldn’t go nuts over people knowing she was found catatonic—but you'd be wrong. When ‘Crazy Ava’ learned that the biddies of Villa Forenza had stared right inside of her door as paramedics treated her, she was livid. “You were directly inside the open door, lying on the couch,” Blanche Davis told her. Blanche was a woman who had been in style a century ago.
2.32. The number that looked me in the eyes my first quarter of Junior year and told me I was a failure. 2.32. The number that causes a chill to go down my spine. Asking to go to the bathroom during class so I could make sure that I read this right. Could it have been a mistake? I'm sure I got more B's than this. 2.32. I had chosen to blame my father for this hideous GPA. I had chosen to blame my teachers for buying their teaching license on the internet. I blamed everyone else, but the one who was most guilty was looking back at me in the mirror. I had been the cause for this junky GPA. I had let all the events in my life get to me and expected that I would get my usual GPA by never doing work, never asking for help. I had isolated myself for a few months, I couldn't do homework
The sun lingers brightly on a summer morning. A small seven year old girl stands and loiters by the window, eagerly waiting, as the television mumbles the morning weather is recited by the meteorologist. “Later today, we will experience quite a bit fogginess ...” The man informs with a deep defined voice. She presses her round nose on the glass window and scans through the view of their front yard.
My left foot was on the ground and my right foot was on the side of a stranger’s car, while I waited for Draven to open his car.
Back in Black Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
So there I was, probably facing death by itself. I had come that far and it was ruined by some stupid girl who had to join The League. Like, REALLY?! You’re going to mess up the thing I’ve traveled to California for? Allow me to explain the story.
Any remaining nausea from Vaughan’s brutal death along with the bodies of the guards disappeared replaced by cold disbelief. This was not happening. I stepped into the room, ignoring the splinters of wood and broken glass under my feet; intent on finding something—anything—that could send me home. My scars on my arms itched as I noticed the mage still held on to his knife, even in death. Seeing the deep cuts on his hand, I could feel the familiar control he had over me, like a grotesque puppet, unable to scream or move on my own.
How Rainbows Got Their Colors! By: Maddy Martin!!!! One sunny morning two friends were walking around town.
“I’m sorry. Mom told me whenever I get lost to stay put. So I didn’t want to move or you wouldn’t me and I didn’t say anyth---.”