“It’s great to spend an evening like this, don’t you think?” Miss Sophia started the conversation when we took a walk on the beach after the dinner. Peaceful evening, with a gentle breeze breathing in the air, I was a gratification to be with her. “Yeah, I really need this. School is quite tight these days. Tired. Thanks for the invitation again, Miss.” “My pleasure.” She glanced at me with a smile. “How are you feeling now…? I mean, after all that you have been through...” “Better. I'm feeling so much better. Thanks again for your concern. You know Andrey, he actually keeps on calling me and begging for forgiveness.” “Really? Hmm…” I had no better words to voice out. The fact was, I don’t like to hear the confession. Suddenly, she stopped walking, facing her body to the open sea, untying her hair. The touch of the breeze softly caressed her hair and stroking them gently to the back. Despite of feeling unhappy and a bit jealous of what she told me about her ex, my heart thrilled …show more content…
My mind prepared for the possibility that might be taking place. An outcome which rippling both my blood and my essence. Unlike Miss Rina who owns a house close to my neighbourhood, Miss Sophia lived on the seventh floor of an apartment downtown, adorned with a beautiful night time view. “Welcome my little tower, Andrey. Make yourself at home.” And so I took my seat on the couch while she went to her bedroom to change clothes. Afterwards, she appeared in a red night gown and asked me if I’d care for a tea. I gave in to any suggestion. We sat on the balcony enjoying hot tea complemented with a magnificent view from the level. Lights and star lights, I love the ambience. “This is what tranquillity means to me.” I said. My Sophia smiled again. I love to see that smile. The smile I adore, the smile that inspired me and make me the best in her
In the poem “The Double Play”, the author uses metaphors, words, and phrases to suggest turning a double play in baseball is like a dance. Some words throughout the poem could be used to connect the idea of a double play being like dancing. One word that could suggest this is, the word used “poised”, “Its flight to the running poised second baseman” (12). Poised in this sense could mean that the player knows what he is doing and has mastered the double play, while a dancer can be poised meaning light and graceful. Another word in this poem that relate to a double play and dancing is the term “pirouettes”, “Pirouettes / leaping, above the slide, to throw” (13-14). The player is described to be doing a pirouette in the double play while in the
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
"Sorry, it's just that we're almost there and I thought that you wouldn't want to missing your grand entrance into the castle."
Are you okay? " I had forgotten about Ross. While my world fell away, drained of color all but him, standing in front of me. " Yeah, I'm going on a trip with my mom, do you mind, um helping me pack?
I was allured by the simplicity of this garden and its features; I was just amazed by how simple shrubbery can set a romantic mood. We finally decided to walk inside and travel around the entire park. Deepika was bewildered by how perfect the moment was; the night was silent as hands of time. However, I was more enchanted by how her earrings had shimmered in the light. I was captivated by her presence and her charm.
You’re sitting in a back ally of an amateur theatre in Paris, fog settling on the cobblestones creating a sea of dappled grey. The year is 1870 and you had just been turned away from a backstage position at a small theatre in the western quarter in Paris, sadly your dreams had been crushed with a mere, “sorry (Y/N) you’re not what we’re looking for.” Crushed and dejected you took a moment outside to fall apart, you had only just moved to Paris from the country side and you needed a job. You had very little money to your name and you had rent as well as expenses to pay neither of which you could afford. “Come on (Y/N) pull yourself together,” you whisper to yourself, standing as you do so, your knees cracking in protest the cold seeping into
It's crazy as soon aas you come into my life, I am thrilled, everything will be okay, My life will be perfect as long as your near. My HEART burts of just the thought of you I want you so bad but is such a bad thing. Hushhhhh. There is no begging.
"Clair Johnson your smile melts away all sorrow and wipe away any darkness bring color, brightening my day so wonderfully," I say placing my hand over her's.
Good afternoon Wes, This is my reply to your rebuttal. 1. I was not in your office for that long. 2. Many more issues were brought to your attention besides those three.
Throughout my life, escape has come in my different forms. Less so in the form of a place, but rather in a mindset and activity that I found wholly my own, without care for the other people that shared my space who often did not view the activity in the same freeing way that I did. Though today, escape does hold somewhat more a literal place in my life, any prosimian arch I can find my way under, at a young age escape existed wholly as a concept that was only accessible to me through performance and practice. As a child, from the tender young age of three, performing was, and remains to this day, a large part of my life.
I’m surprised that I have not become afraid to commit, Simply because falling for someone can be hardest, And I am convinced that most my life, Cupid shot random targets. So out of the fear of another misplaced arrow, My insecurities linger in the back of my head,
I know that you don’t love me and I don’t expect you to. I just don’t want you to completely ignore my feelings for you. When I’m sad, it’s probably because I’m thinking of you. If I’m avoiding you, it’s because I don’t want to burst into tears.
"Hello, my loves. Jack, our girls are here," she announced breezily. Looking from one to another. "What do we owe this pleasure, " she says.
Eventually, I had feelings of sensation. Passing waves of warmth finally helped me to determine where the edges of my body were. The moment I became one with my body again, it began to ache. It felt as if I had been beaten with a baseball bat. The pain was so intense; even something as simple as opening my eyes was a spectacular ordeal.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry!” She asks, running out of the water to me. “No, you’re fine. I had to find someway to get out of class.”