There is always that perfect moment ruined and shattered everywhere. Gone. For me you have to go back a long while to before this whole mess started. So here it is. I was sitting on the couch in a usual saturday I hate everyone position. My hand holding a pen which was currently swirling ink onto Dominik's neck. The pattern was an unknown one and probably because I had just made it up but I could care less. However something interesting happened behind me and drew my attention away from Dom. Apollo was currently about to win a elaborate game of pool against Jessie. I watched as he lined up the shot and leaned down causing his black and white locks to fall into his hazel eyes. Jessie on the other hand was running a hand through his shock of …show more content…
Night. Maybe it's one of my friends. Looking around i count all of them besides anna who opted to sleep in her room tonight instead of the game room. I softly get off of the couch and silently pad to the door. Whoever it is they are too big to be anna and they are heading to Avos room. ‘I don't think so’ i think as my hand reaches for the knife on the tv stand and i quietly open the door and slip out. Avos room is silent and that confused me because of the little puppy he had and how it never stopped barking. Shaking off the thought i creep up behind the stranger. Taking a leap of faith i jump on his back and place the knife to his throat bringing him down to the ground with me. When we landed his weight knocked the breath out of me and i layed there winded. Dammit! He rolls of and i scrambled up crouching down low and getting into a fighting position. He started circling and didn't realize his mistake until i swiped the knife at his abdomen. The fucker deserved what he got and when he fell i ran to my baby's room. The little blond four year old was upright in his bed and anna was standing by the door her face contorted in rage until she saw me. I ignored and rushed to my son heart beating a mile a minute. I remember when we found him. How protective i immediately became. Heck i just stabbed someone for going near his room.that reminded me that i need to check on who that was he was probably staining …show more content…
There was a bloodstain on the carpet and a dropped knife. Avo was ok and was put into bed about a hour ago because of him abrupt awakening. Dom was lazily leaning on the wall beside his open bedroom door to stand guard. Everyone else was laying around in random places just talking and trying to find a way to up the security. My stomach started to rumble and i grabbed it and looked to the window. It wasn't that late but it wasn't too early either but no one was willing to get up and make breakfast. My thoughts were cut off by Dom walking over and pulling me in the kitchen with him. Concerned about who was watching avo i looked back and saw anna knowing it was ok i turned around and walking in. Dom looked at me “ What do you want for breakfast munchkin?” i glared at him for his use of the nickname and turned to the fridge. ‘ Hmmmm strawberry pancakes that sounds good.’ I reached for the strawberries but my hand was knocked away causing me to look up and see Jessie shaking his head. “ You can not have fucking strawberries every day!” i glared and grabbed the box as fast as i could and took off “ TRY ME BITCH HAHA!” Of course being me i tripped, over air, and fell to the ground in a big thud. Noooo
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
A loud echo was heard behind me and as I did a double check, the shadow was already gone. This guy was good but I knew I was better. Straight away I sprinted off after him as I could feel the cut on my ribcage opening and soaking more of my shirt, making it leech onto me. “You're going to regret this when I get you!”
Little did she know what I was really planning. I picked up my knife and walked to the dining area. “Mark, what are you doing?” she screamed at me. While I stepped back in awe and amazement at the fact that I actually killed her.
I discreetly trudged along behind the other kids. A high school girl announced our competition and paired me into a group with other sheepish freshmen. “Who are you?” I questioned. “Mary, the team captain this past year” she responded.
The street is packed, with loads of fans in every direction who are very excited to see the casts make their way down the carpet towards the entrance of the theatre. Tonight is the premiere night of Natalie’s movie, and Caleb is pretty much excited. The cast have arrived, and Caleb pushes his self through the crowd, trying to get a better view of the stars. Thanks to his height, he sees Natalie walking down the carpet in her red sophisticated gown that flows beautifully down to her ankles. He can’t take his eyes off her.
"Wanna bet on it?" (Y/N) looked up at the 5'10 black haired 3rd year , sure you were just slightly shorter than him.. but that didn't matter she wanted to beat him ,she wanted to make him feel lost to her. "
Statuesque “You’re it!” would be words we liked to hear as children as we were enjoying our game of tag. Some call it ‘catchers’ or ‘touchers’. One child was nominated as ‘you’re it’ and got the game going by chasing after the rest of the players who ran away from ‘you’re it’ in order to stay in the game. The moment that you were touched by ‘you’re it’, you would have to sit down or leave the designated play area. This would continue until all the players had been caught, or until ‘you’re it’ gave up and selected one of the players who were out and called out “you’re it!”
“Hmm, gloomy as usual.” Sneered Olivia. Olivia and her friends arrived to school, called Jennifer’s School for Girls, located in lousy Philadelphia. She had been going to this school as long as she can remember. “Not surprised.
"Ahhhha. " I scream. The sight of five guys in a room I have never seen in my life scares me. I start kicking and panicking. I stand up on top of the bed and instantly kick one of the boys in the chest sending him flying to the floor.
experienced a euphoria of déjà vu here we go again. For a moment I had to shake my head to snap out of it then joined my husband in conversation. All the single ladies gathered for the catching of the bouquet. Turning backwards I threw the bouquet over my shoulders the young ladies were rolling on the floor for the bouquet.
She said " nothing " , and I said " why won't you tell me". Then out of nowhere she dashed away. I followed her through the crowd. I tackled her and she landed in the supine position. I grabbed her bag which was lateral to her stomach.
He starts pushing me again, I work in underhooks and throw him. It couldn’t have worked better for me, he landed straight on his back, two seconds later the whistle rings and the referee slaps the mat,
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.
Then all the noise stopped, it was if they disappeared. I was tempted to open the door, but decided against and stood frozen. I was able to calm down my shaking form, but it wasn't long till I heard noise again. Footsteps approached the door, I hid behind, centimeters of wood keeping me from a possible murder. Swiftly the closet door was ripped open, soon followed by my loud screams and
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).