It was only just like that, Lydia was knelt over, balling her eyes out at the airport next to her cousin Stiles.
Why'd she get so emotional like this suddenly? She should be relieved, to be in a open air building instead of a small suffocating metal airplane cabin now. But those small details weren't going to stop Lydia from feeling utterly hopeless. Lydia felt ashamed, embarassed, exhausted, and even more emotions. It was like her heart was heavy, sagging in her chest.
It hit her in waves, the realization that Lydia ran away from it all. From her divorced parents, from her ex boyfriend, and from her social group back in New York. She ran in utter embarassment. How'd she give up so easily? Lydia ponders for a second, too afraid to look
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Stiles dashes up from the table to get the door. Lydia hears commotion, followed by heavy sounding footsteps. At this point, she lets a small tear slip down her cheek, no one noticing. She briefly wipes them away, shakily inhaling again.
The footsteps enter the dining area, in which Lydia averts her gaze to someone she's never seen before. Lydia's breath seems taken aback at the sight. It's a girl that's easily agreeably more prettier than Lydia Rose Martin herself.
She was a few centimeters taller than Lydia, with short chocolate brunette hair. She easily was athletic, with broad shoulders and an almost perfect posture when standing. The girl was easily intiminating, with her piercing dark brown eyes, and a strong jawline. Her hair was swept up in a messy half up half down, and she wore a fitted black tanktop and a pair of dark wash jeans, along with a pair of work boots.
Lydia wasn't sure how to feel. Envious? Attracted to? Curious?
For what seemed to be a brief moment of time, Lydia and the unknown girl made eye contact, when caused chills to run along Lydia's skin. Lydia knew what she was feeling. Pure
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"But, tell me Stiles, are you in some sort of cult I should know about?" Lydia deadpans.
Stiles lets out an amused chuckle, running his skinny fingers through his messy brown hair, hand on his hip.
"God, I wish so. I really do. It's just extremely personal and somewhat dangerous matters I guess. With everything and everyone pretty much shitting on you lately, I didn't want to drag you in this. Because once you're in, you're in for life." Stiles sighs.
Whatever it is, Lydia wants no part in. She can't get over Allison's haunting glare.
"I'll just pretend everything's fine. It's what I've always done and always will do. Goodnight Stilinski." Lydia purses her lips together.
Stiles gives a small wave, somewhat taken aback by Lydia's words, and leaves, closing the door behind him.
Lydia simply crumples up into a ball, too deep in thought to care whether she changed her clothes or had sheets on her
She thought about her family, and the neighbors, and the town, and the dogs next door, and everyone and everything she has ever met or seen. As she began to cry harder, she looked out the window at the stores and buildings drifting past, becoming intoxicated suddenly with the view before her. She noticed a young woman at the bus stop, juggling her children on one side of her, shielding them from the bus fumes.
Every human being needs certain rights to survive. There are the fundamental ones; food, water, air, shelter, but there are also other ones that are equally important to survive: love, communication, compassion, freedom. In many dystopian societies one of these fundamental needs are missing because the society is afraid that they will break the control that they have over the people. In the novel The Handmaid’s tale by Margaret Atwood the society is no different. Narrated by a woman named Offred who once was happy who had a family and a job, she shows the reader that to keep people quiet the society takes away people 's freedom, their ability to choose, their ability to be with and talk to who they want, even their ability to read and write,
In the novel, The Handmaid’s Tale written by Margaret Atwood, the story takes place in the Republic of Gilead. In this dystopian future, the women are seen as nothing more than children bearers. The novel is narrated by the character Offred, and her everyday life as a Handmaid. Handmaid’s are assigned to bear children for the elite classes who have trouble conceiving a child. The narration begins by Offred describing the place in which she was trained to be a Handmaid and patrolled by the Aunts, Sara and Elizabeth, who are meant to teach the Handmaid’s about the world before. In chapter two, Offred describes her life living with the Commander and his Wife, which whom she is trying to conceive for. She describes the home as having, “A sitting room in which [she] never sit[s], but stand or kneel only”(Atwood 9). This sitting room is where the
Our deaths we've figured are assumed at this point. They've gone and given the same letters to our families that they do everyone else, informing them about us going missing and that they have presumed us deceased. I know it's on all our minds, what we would say to those we loved right now, if only they could hear us. Phil is deep in a prayer, whispering of his regret to not marrying his love sooner. 'If only he had been wiser, he would have been wed the moment he knew he loved her' he overheard Phil saying to himself. Mac was quiet mostly, he spoke once about the orphanage from his childhood, how he considered those who resided there with him as his family. As I listened to them speak, I realized that in their perspective, they were almost
Her heart grew weaker and frightened as she began to realize that her life was about to take a new turn for the worse. Sam’s prolonged care had depleted the couple’s savings and she was two months behind in the rent. The word “eviction” was flashing in her mind like a red neon sign and it sent shivers of panic up her spine. Oh, God! What am I going to do?
Her eyes were a dark brown, like most girls from that area. Her skin was warmly bronzed, and seemed to tie her entire phyice together. Even though I had not spoke a single word to her, she had transfixed my attention.
This feeling of distress drags her down awfully until she realizes she cannot handle the weight any longer. With a deep breath, she lets whatever she is contending with go. By unburdening herself, she has realized the beauty of letting go. The beauty allowed her to identify her
Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him for displaying his new clothes. He had a different suit for each hour of the day; and as of any other king or emperor, one is accustomed to say, "he is sitting in council," it was always said of him, "The Emperor is sitting in his wardrobe." Time passed merrily in the large town which was his capital; strangers arrived every day at the court. One day, two rogues, calling themselves weavers, made their appearance.
However, she suddenly has feelings of indifference. The same feelings that she had in New York after all that happened. She goes into a very deep depression. Because of this, she completely stops sleeping, writing, and taking care of herself. These feelings even impaired her ability to write "But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right almost diagonally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew."
Adrianna stalked down the wilderness, her dark red hair swaying from left to right. With her equally red face, it was a fact that she wasn't in the least bit happy. She just got in a fight with her father and mother, who were religious purebloods. They didn't wand to see her hanging out with some 'filthy little mudbloods and bloodtraitiors', as they liked to described her best friends. The dark was suddenly overcoming the morning and she stepped back, "Lumos.
areful emerald eyes watched the royal family depart with Lady Zerarah and the prince of Fredenbezigung. Athan remained where he was, pondering the task his king asked him to do and whether he trusted Rangor's guest or not. He didn't, not entirely. Something about the way the other walked, talked, an air of arrogance swept for Sossa's brother to feel centerfold. It felt peculiar. Stringy unkempt hair glided against his hairless face, the young warrior waited in the foyer devotedly looking after his family until they were no longer in sight, the festivities bound to keep them busy as others native to this grand country. Lips pressed inward, his head lowered, and he turned around thoughtful. Had it not been for his king surely he and Sossa may
“[W]e are not slaves in name, and cannot be carried to market and sold as somebody else 's legal chattels, we are free only within narrow limits. For all our talk about liberation and personal autonomy, there are few choices that we are free to make” (Berry). In The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood the protagonist Offred lives through a changing of society, in which is described by Aunt Lydia in the new society as the difference of freedom to and freedom from. The complexities of freedom are examined through social norms, relationships, and safety in society. As Offred notices the differences between her old life and her life now readers, especially North American readers, see how much freedom they take advantage of as a society.
The lady told her to calm down and that help is on the way. Alexia ran her fingers through her hair sat on the couch with her elbows on her knees at a 90 degree angle, holding her head. She wanted to cry, but she had cried so much in the past that all her tears had dried up. All sorts of thoughts were going through her head. The one that stuck out the most was that she couldn't lose the only person she had in her life.
After Mac had left, Phryne remembered that she was still wearing her bloodied clothing. “Dot?” Phryne called out, emerging from the parlor. Dot appeared from the direction of the kitchen, “Yes, Miss?” answered Dot.
The amulet Once there was an ancient kingdom of a king of greed king. The king had no respect to anyone in the kingdom but himself. His kingdoms guards were still loyal to their king,some say of fear and some say because they have nowhere to go, the citizens have longed for a new king. Soon though the king shall see what greed shall get him. King Eric was the king of Que-Shu and he took what he wanted without restraint.