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"I'm back." Aleks called into the hallway of the creature house with small sneeze escaping after. He shivered as he felt his skin relax to the new heat source.
He unbuttoned his coat and practically tore off the layers of wet sticky clothing that stuck to all of the curves on his body. When he received no reply he popped his head into the living room where both the lights and TV were off, which was unusual. Usually someone was sprawled over the sofa with munchies strewn around the floor by now.
He was expecting James to be sitting playing a game before dinner or something and Seamus sprawled over the floor begging James to stop trying to beat him.
"Hello?” He said a little louder. He knew Jordan wasn’t going to be here at least, where is everyone else?
Maybe they've gone last minute Christmas shopping, which would be typical of them. Aleks chuckled as he walked towards the kitchen to see if they left him a note.
So when he entered to see Eddie standing there, leaning against the counter, with his ankles crossed out in front of him, arms bent with hands against the tabletop and a rose trapped in his mouth, he couldn't stop the surprise that entered his voice.
"Eddie? What are you doing here? What's going on?"
Eddie gave his award winning giggle and removed the rose from his mouth. He held his hand out to me and I hesitantly let him grab my hand and twirled me in a circle. He held the rose out to me and bowed rather dramatically looking up to wink.
"My love! Won’t you accept my rose?”
Aleks slipped on a smile for a moment before taking the delicate flower into finger tips and twirling it around. He let himself take in the sweet smell of it before looking up to meet his eyes. "So what's this for?"
"Am I not allowed to be romantic, oh...
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...So what are we watching first?"
Aleks smiled and took the drink in both hands, the heat soaking through into his skin that was previously frozen by the winter weather. He dipped his finger into the cream and sucked it off when he heard a slight whimper beside him. He looked over to see Eddie sitting on the arm of the couch, staring at him with slightly darker than usual eyes. Aleks looked at him quizzically.
"It's weird how you can make something so innocent look so hot." Eddie breathed and Aleks rolled his eyes, laughing at him. “We’re watching Elf. I don’t want to hear any complaints!”
"That's great. Besides, we've got hours to work through all these films so no hurry." Eddie kissed Aleks cheek as he grabbed the remote and hit play.
"Merry Christmas Aleks." Eddie murmured as Aleks snuggled into a blanket and held his head on his shoulder.
"Merry Christmas Eddie."
1. Using your own ethical architecture, frame and describe the ethical issues, similarities, and differences between chocolate, a commodity used in hundreds of products, and Fiji Water, a product resulting from a monopolized commodity.
Jonas lay in blankets, sipping at a warm brown drink when his body was warm enough to speak.
Traditionally, Twinkies are usually thought of as cream-filled yellow sponge cakes. To Chinese Americans, a different image is conjured. When Chinese Americans integrate with the American culture so much that their Chinese culture is much less apparent, they are known as “Twinkies”: yellow on the outside and white on the inside. In Amy Tan’s essay “Mother Tongue” and Elizabeth Wong’s essay “The Struggle to be an All-American Girl”, both girls are Chinese American trying to fit in with the American society while their Chinese mother’s are very traditional at home. Tan and Wong are trying to please their image in America and their mothers at the same time. While these essays are similar because they focus on the native languages used in America and the struggles of being a Chinese American in America, they differ in both their attitudes toward their mothers and personal reflections of being Chinese American.
“Why are you here?” Violet asks. Then I see her eyes land on my outfit. Her amber eyes widened. “Oh. That makes sense. Did you really get confused for me?”
Alice looks down and said, “Oh yeah. If that’s what makes YOU happy,” and muttered under her breath, “You don’t even know…”
Every day , Puerto Rico is slowly adapting into the American way of life and is gradually losing what is left of their culture. Perhaps this is because Puerto Rico is a commonwealth of the United States. The poem “ Coca Cola and Coco Frio” by Martin Espada is a great example of someone who encounters the Americanized culture of Puerto Rico. Puerto Rico is struggling to preserve their own identity.
Alex looked on the ground behind them and observe the cold bodies. “We will sleep here for a while.”
batter. Well she was in a hurry, she had beds to make and drapes to clean so,
The man looked in Alex’s direction and winked. He kept humming, occasionally saying a few legible words, but with a hint of playfulness now. He hopped over the side of the bridge and landed next to Alexander. He bowed.
I had spent the last ten minutes making sure everything was clean, but it hadn't been much of a chore since everything was clean anyway. The only concern was in the amount of fur that had been shed across the furniture. My father
They climbed the flight of stairs to their apartment and shut the door behind them with a boom, keys jingling. Tim plopped onto the couch, exhausted, the back of his hand on his forehead, damsel-in-distress style.
Nagisa pushed the door forcefully shut as he rushed into the house, panting, and covered with black and blue spots, followed by some blood. He sets his backpack on the ragged table nearby, turns to his right, and opens the curtains. He forced a smile.
“Is anyone there?” She yelled whilst clearing out her croaky voice and remembering the horrible series of events that she had just gone through. She tiptoed along the creaky floorboards as she searched for
“What was it again?” She asked, setting her plethora of random extracurricular supplies down on the table.