I liked Dawson and I’s own little world. It was peaceful and safe and warm and so much like what I imagined myself as in the past. We only had to focus on us, and with so much happening so fast, it was nice to forget our responsibilities for a time. It felt like everything was always so stressful, so somber, but that was really neither of our personalities. We could be lighthearted when we were together, and it was only when external forces managed to penetrate our space did that end. However, even then, he managed to try to capture a lively spirit in the conversation. I breathed easily, closing my eyes for a moment. My thoughts could not agonize me; it was not hard to leave my mind blank and simply lay in complete silence. It was a welcomed …show more content…
For the duration of that time, Dawson scolded me on my carelessness, which I agreed was my fault, and I deserved it. I should not have been so careless, though I doubted he would have been thinking about clothing placement at that time, either. Still, I immense pleasure in Dawson’s irritation, mostly because his scolding required him to remember the previous night, which then made his face darken red and stumble over his words to the point he eventually quit speaking. Of course, I remained my kind self and did not point it out and kept my laughter at bay for the sake of getting to Denver, and so we checked out of our room and left the motel around half-past …show more content…
“It’s not, considering it’s the Apple Store,” he replied, smirking at my confusion, but I was becoming slightly horrified. What did it look like when it was actually busy? A circus? Were people really that dependent on their toys? I followed slowly behind Dawson, taking everything in as best I could, but there was honestly just too much. As soon as a woman and her two children left one of the laptops lining the walls, Dawson rushed to slide into place before anyone else could get to it, and I raised my eyebrow at him. Is this a store or the Coliseum? I asked myself, going to stand behind him, fearful of those around us. It seemed I had been wrong to feel safe there. He opened up Google and waited for the page to load, which did not take very long at all. The computers there were much faster than those at the library. “Okay, so we know she’s here somewhere,” Dawson
In the silent era of Brockmeier’s city, individuals grew into a lethargic existence, “The drunks in the bars turned amiable and mild. The jails were unusually tranquil...The great roar of the city had stopped, [the birds in cockfights] becoming as useless as pigeons, virtually impossible to provoke to violence” (Brockmeier 53). Indeed, “The silence was beneficial for us” as suggested by modern science, but people began to remember what they lost: “the fire, the vigor, that came with a lack of ease” (Brockmeier 61). To be more concise, this fire and vigor came with the difficulty and the thrill of the chase, “Our lives seemed no less purposeful than they had during the silence, but it was as if that purpose were waiting several corners away from us now, rather than hovering in front of our eyes” (Brockmeier 62). Of course, while Brockmeier is merely describing these traits as a benefit or asset of silence or noise respectively, it could be applied with relevancy to the state of the individual. Meditation is only gaining popularity while “low-noise” becomes a commodity sought after; however, perhaps in the hunt of silence, individuals often neglect to learn the ability to thrive in dissonance. While Brockmeier reminds us of the
The concept for this script, in its simplicity, was wildly creative and holds true to the popular phrase, “be careful what you wish for.” The writer really did a great job of keep the reader engaged in the narrative with the unpredictability of the wishes and the Josie’s escalated involvement with Stan’s character.
“I guess we need to come up with an excuse when we are asked the reason for the annulment.”
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
Oh dear! I can't believe what I just did, it was so hilarious, I hope
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
at 2802 L ST SE in the City of Auburn, King Co, WA. Dispatch advised the
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
You are the light in my life, my happiest thought in the darkest of times. I know that you’re always there for me, no matter what. I have so many wonderful memories with you in the time that we have been together. It seems that everything about you fills my heart with love, even a simple smile makes my heart beat faster. Even after a year being with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you each time I’m with you. It’s like an endless sea; the moment I think I cannot love you anymore, you do something so warm and thoughtful, and the ocean overflows. I find it hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, because I feel as if there are not enough words in the world to say how I truly feel towards you. You have flipped my whole world upside-down, I never knew how committed and passionate I could be for
I was silent. The trees were blowing calmly in the wind, and the wind was softly whistling as Elizabeth and I remained in c...
You ain’t goin’ to like this one bit. You know Lawrence? That sweet boy… that poor sweet boy…. They lynched him. Those white-skin monsters lynched him! I didn’t attend to his death of course, but I’ve seen that rope around his neck, John. You want to know how I saw it? It isn’t because they told me and showed me his hanging corpse. They put a picture of that sweet boy on our doorstep. Can you believe the nerve of them?! Putting a picture of that boy hanging there on our doorstep!
I unwilllingly walked through the entrance of regret and guilt. With teary eyes from what happened the night before, I didn’t know what I could say. All I thought was ‘It was an accident’ but that didn’t matter anymore.
When the lift doors opened at the sixth floor, a wave of dim light and buzzing voices greeted me. It was as if I'd taken the lift to a dark movie from the 70s. Facing me was the entrance to a supermarket selling all types of candy, weird foods, and random home items. Wondering what about the market attracted so many eyeballs and footfalls, I began walking around the floor, and then from floor to floor, observing the many stylistic and curious shops.
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