“¨Hello?¨ I said, his voice quaking as the rusty door swung open and hit the wall resulting in a booming echo. I cautiously stepped into the poorly lit room, preventing me from taking in my whereabouts. Confusion clouded my brain as, little by little my hope died down ¨ Ahh Alexander, you're finally here. Haven't your parents ever told you that it’s rude to be late?¨the a powerful voice filled the room. I could hear the smirk in his voice. ¨Not really, really, I mean with my dad leaving us when I was 3 and my mom’s drug addiction, I guess they never got around to it.” Memories swirled around my mind the sheer emotion of anger engulfing me. ¨Oh no, is little Alex mad?” the irritating voice taunted. “Okay, I'm done. I’m done with this innocent …show more content…
As that thought crossed my mind and a smirk made its way to my face, I heard the familiar deafening voice. “ I thought you would behave and we could get this over with but no, you're going to be a drama queen so we only have one option. Honestly, you did this to yourself, we could have had a couple more iconic moments,” he said the last part in a hushed mocking voice. Before I could react I felt two hands grip my scrawny arms forcefully and all I could do was wince while being dragged further into the blackness of the room. My protests were muffled by the disheveled rag forcibly shoved into my mouth and I could feel the chlorophyll beginning to take its effects. Slowly and involuntarily my eyes began to slowly shut, allowing my mind to drown out the cackling of the heinous creature. I’m sorry, but no matter how hard I try, the rest of that horrific day is a blur,” I said, void of emotion. The police officer reminded me, seemingly for the hundredth time, that acknowledging my ‘feelings’ was not a sign of weakness but rather of power and strength. Unconsciously, I nodded and reassured him I was fine and was able to head …show more content…
It was about 3:30 am by the time I finally reached the colossal NYU campus coated by students encompassed by both their books and peers. As I skillfully wove myself through the clusters of my fellow peers, none of which batting an eye in my direction, the familiar feeling of invisibility cloaked me, a thick blanket I welcomed with open arms wanting nothing more than to return to my dorm. The screams that ripped through the air, were new though. I felt my phone buzz and rushed to check it curious if it was the source of the shock spreading through our vast campus. Hesitantly, I checked the news and was aghast reading the headline ‘NYU Student’s Body Found in the East River’. The Following showed a clip of the detectives, the deceased body and New York’s shocked and distressed citizens. My stomach lurched at the name of the dead student, Amit Reymond. Amit Reymond was the sole student in this madhouse towards whom I felt no need to strangle. He had been in my English Lit class and had hated it and the treacherous lectures we often received as much as I did. We hadn’t been exceptionally close, but he was the closest to a friend I’ve gotten to in three years of
The void in his hopeless eyes was immediately filled with anger. "I didn't kill anyone!" he yelled and tried to lunge at him but the boy was held back by the chains, "I tried to save them but I was too weak to do it on my own! You all left my friends to die..." he lowered his head as tears welled up in his eyes and flowed down his cheeks. "I begged and begged," his voice
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
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
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.
Jackie Kranz Ms. Sentner Period 5 October 17, 2017 Ava & Lily Lily - I was bored. I had something to eat, watched some television, played with my Nintendo, did my homework, and it was still only eight o’ clock. My friend Ariel was out, and I sat looking at the goldfish swimming around their tank, wondering what I could do. Then the telephone rang, and my life changed forever.
Hi Melinda. I am excited to see another small town Texas girl in class. Have you always lived in a small town? We moved here from Round Rock eleven years ago. I love it. I get how busy it is to work full time and be a single mom. My husband and I separated two years ago next month. Most of the time it is me and my gang of seven blessings. It doesn’t leave much time for extras. I will definitely be keeping you in my prayers.
In the wee hours of the morning time moved like dripping tar. The saturnine darkness slinked into every fissure, every crevice of the old theater corrupting all that it touched. A lonesome stage stood waiting for an actor, a comedian, a singer, or any artist to once again use its firm platform to entertain a new. Long had the theater lay dormant. Too many years had passed since the last play had worked its magic for an enthralled audience. Without warning the sound of sobbing broke the quiet of night. Beneath the stage a wretched man lay captive within a small cell. His hair matted, his face dirty and unshaven, his eyes were blood shot from endless tears. And then he jumped like an animal to cling from the bars. He tossed his head back to howl
I had always enjoyed going to the theatre. Ever since I was a little girl my father would take me to all the play that were in town. He always bought the best tickets for me for he knew it was the only thing I truly loved; he also managed to take me backstage when the director of the acting company was friend of his. He had a lot of friends because of his work; people respected him very much. I loved how actors would bring the most absurd scenes to live, and I enjoyed even more the reaction of the public to every singles face and phrase the appeared in the play.
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
I'll never forgive myself for letting you in. I'll never forgive myself for falling for your green eyes, dark hair and that smirk of yours. I always had my doubts about you, but when I was reassured by all of my friends that you were the one for me, I listened and now, I regret it. It hurts me to walk past you in the hall and act as though it's not killing me inside to pretend I didn't fall head over heels for you. It kills me to think that I thought I was the only girl on your mind, but boy, I was wrong.
For a multitude of people, during their early years, people can be very irrational and crude. They can also experience many life changing events both beneficial and negative. I went through a very similar case, but luckily for me a light shined through the cracks of my dark, impenetrable heart to turn me into a different person. I was welcomed with a shower of warmth and this was the catalyst for me to be a better human being with morals.
Do you ever do something you wish you could take back immediately? Something you knew you shouldn’t have said or done in the heat of the moment? This wasn’t one of those times. I couldn’t bring myself to stop stabbing him, I had more frustration to let out than I had grasped. The walls being painted with the end of his life wasn’t enough for me, I had to see it for myself.
More and more days passed, and with each day came new adventures for Dan, Emily, and Rosy in their secret garden. Dan even had their initials engraved on the tree where they met. However, after several weeks into knowing each other, Dan came knocking on Emily’s door, as he did every morning, only to be answered by his mother who told him to come back in a few days because Emily had caught a cold. Dan didn’t think of anything of it at the time, other than that it was a simple cold or fever that would be gone in no time.
On my way back to the kitchen, I folded the pizza box and tossed it in the trash can. After I turned off the lights, I walked into the bedroom. Immediately, I smelled a sweet fragrance that wasn’t familiar at all. Candles were lit all around the bathroom, and the tub was filled with bubbles, I couldn’t wait to get in. “Take your clothes off,” he whispered as soon as I stepped across the threshold of the bathroom.
They lied, the council lied, they totally knew way more than they were saying, was my first thought as I regained consciousness, boy those portals really can knock you out. I was lying on my back in a field, I opened my eyes only to find it was nighttime. A shadow loomed over me and before I knew it I had whatever or whoever it was pinned. I looked down to find Blake. “Sorry.”