I wander through the dirty streets of Britain, drunk and alone. Earlier this evening my wife explained to me that she had been having an affair for several months. Unable to look at her I fled the house, not waiting to hear her plea of forgiveness. I say a silent goodbye to my dear Edgar, hoping to see him again, one day. I only had the clothes on my back, a hundred pounds in my pocket, and a mind set on reaching the old rickety bridge near the edge of town. The large castle-like buildings slowly morph into run down shacks and that’s when I see her. The light at the end of the tunnel. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She's dressed scantily, leaning against a brick wall, chatting with several women dressed similarly. With a burst of …show more content…
I set her up in a small cottage near the middle of town, which she fought against with every cell in her body. Finally she gave up and made it her own. This little house became my home away from home even though it was quite... quaint. One day in early March I come for tea, and she is vomiting nonstop. I have one of my maids rush her to the local doctor and he reveals that she is pregnant. For several weeks, she cries uncontrollably, she doesn't know whose it is, and I have to beg her to keep the baby. One day I come to visit and she's surprisingly calm about the baby situation. After a few hours together I ask about …show more content…
Even though our relationship was completely platonic, I never told my wife about her. I rush to him and ask if everything is alright. "The baby! There's something wrong and she needs you!" He shrieks. My eyes widen and I run to get my coat. We race through the damp streets of Britain. We reach her home and it has lost its cheery demeanor. I knock gently on her door and hear a weak, "come in." I slowly creak the door open, expecting the worst. Evangeline is laying down, sweaty and bleak but as beautiful as ever. As I walk closer I notice the color has gone from her face and even her eyes look a shade of grey. She notices its me and lets out a squeak of a greeting. I start to tear up as the truth settles
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
About thirty years ago there was a young girl in love with her boyfriend. One day, he convinced her to take their relationship to the next level, telling her how deeply he cared. A couple weeks later, she found out that she had become pregnant, and decided it was best to hide it from him. They kept in close contact over the next few months, and he told her that they would be together forever. When her father realized that she was having a baby without marriage, he made her leave the house until she came back with a husband. When the baby girl was born, she decided to tell the boyfriend about the child, by bringing her to his house. He lived on a small farm right outside town and you had to pass over a small river on a bridge to get back to his house. As she opened the door, she walked in on him with another girl. Filled with anger, (pause) she gets in her car and speeds off. Now she could not return home unmarried and had lost her only love because of this one child. As she looked over at the baby, she is only reminded of her boyfriend and the image of him with the other girl. (tone increases) Finally, she reached the bridge, then slammed on the breaks. She got out and in a moment of rage threw the baby over the bridge to rid her of the baby girl’s troubles. Later that night, the police were tipped off about a murder at the bridge and came to find the girl hanging from the bridge.
Elise hastily rushed to her tent to tend her father, named Jarvan, because of a horrendous wound that was made from a plasma bullet. The wound was turned into a hole in the skin after the plasma instantly evaporated. It took several hours to stop the bleeding using a cloth. As Elise’s father was resting, she went to find some valuables that might have been with the dead body that she had killed. Unfortunately, the body was gone and she came back empty handed. As soon as Elise came back, my father and I talked about the missing body and the ways we can leave this foul planet.
There I am lying, I am awoken by a bright shimmering, yet quite bothering light, I slide to my right to find my angelic husband Demetrious, he was breathing softly and faintly, I wrap my arm around him onto his buff body, and his eyes stare at me gracefully, I come to acceptance and find myself thinking how this happened, from hopeless back then, to happiest I could be, and all because of one man, he made me feel gloomy like when we first met, his eyes would affectionately stare deep into your eyes. His bright personality brightened up my day, that one special day, the most beautiful day of day, it was a sunny, warm yet quite balanced day, everything was going normally, then carelessly out the corner he came, Demetrious, and one problem was that he liked my hearty, hysterical good friend Hermia. Hermia had a generous and gentle personality, she had beautiful eyes and I was very fondly jealous of her, she got all the cute, boys that I always admired, yet one day things unexpectedly turned the other way around.
...was a desperate act of a lonely, insane woman who could not bear to loose him. The structure of this story, however, is such that the important details are delivered in almost random order, without a clear road map that connects events. The ending comes as a morbid shock, until a second reading of the story reveals the carefully hidden details that foreshadow the logical conclusion.
Our backs hunched over as we started lifting sustainable sandbags with our drained muscular arms onto a dark wooden shelf. The scorching sun heated up the unswept metal fence behind us. Our feet were burning as we stood on the blistering concrete floor. We were sweating from every inch of our dried out body’s. Looking around the isolated area the smell of freshly cut grass starts to fill up in the atmosphere. The crinkled brown autumn leaves abandoned the thin branches sticking out from the ancient oak tree stood in front of us. A mysterious slim figure approached us from the distance. As the strange shadow got closer to me I could see a velvet red knee high dress blowing in the wind; bright red lipstick on a slim face, it became clear to me that it was Curley’s wife! Her devilish eyes looked deep into our sole as she stroked silky, exotic hair with her perfectly painted, red finger nails. “Hey boys” she called. I looked away with no interest; Lennie followed my lead. Her face went from a cheery smile to a sulky frown and she bashfully strolled
On the stormy night of February 9, 1988, Helen McCourt, a 22 year old insurance clerk had exited the bus in Billinge, a village in the northeastern area of Liverpool, following a long day’s work. She embarked on the ten minute walk, headed for home, however on the way; she planned to stop at the local pub, George and Dragon, to visit the owner Ian Simms (Owen, 2009). Like several women in the village, Helen had fallen for the proprietors charm and likability, and although Married, Simms, and McCourt have been having an affair. However, just a few days prior, Helen fought with another woman within the pub after overhearing Simms saying how much he disliked his former lover. In an effort made by Simms, he tried to end the affair; yet Helen would not take no for an answer, as a result, after vacating the bus she intended on visiting him at the pub in an effort to win him back (Evans, 2007). Unfortunately, after exiting the bus, Helen was never seen again; neither dead nor alive (Owen, 2009)
Hola, Reyna and Alejandro are always happy to hear how you and your family are doing. Alejandro said that Nevlyn doesn't look like the little blond boy that would ride his bike up and down the street. We are all really sorry to hear about your friend Ellen. I hope those little boys find some "mom love" in you, like we did when we needed some extra cuddles. I'm happy to hear that you still use your Spanish a lot in and out of work. Nevertheless, I'm sure your Spanish has evolved into a Puerto Rican/Cuban accent.
At first glance one might see a tall, slim, beautiful young brunette woman with divine assets both atop and bottom. This young woman is dressed in an elegant yet lustful black backless dress with an extending split going up her thighs and a low cut top revealing her breasts. She stands tall in a pair of fancy high-heeled shoes covered in shinny gems. Her impenetrable hair sparkles and her caramel like skin illuminates in the low-lit room. The makeup that covers her face consists of black eye shadow, flesh stained lipstick and blood red nail polish on her fingernails. In her left hand lies a martini shaker of which she holds over the filled martini glass of a gentleman perched in a unique shaped chair. The woman’s right leg gently rubs against the gentleman’s kneecap. Her piecing eyes glare in a look of desire directly at this mysterious man. This man seems to be dressed in a lavish suit with tuxedo dress shoes. In the bottom left corner of the portrait lies a baby blue bottle of Skyy Vodka on top of an egg white tabletop ...
In the wall that parted the two apartments there was a crack, caused by the buildings old structure. No one had observed it before, but the lovers discovered it. What love can discover. As they stood, Pyramus on one side, Thisbe on the other, they would whisper to each other innocent non-sense. "Damn this freaking wall," they said, "Why do you keep us apart?” Such words they uttered on different sides of the wall; and when the night came and they must say goodnight, they would tell the other of how they are kissing the wall and imagining it was other. Next morning, when the sun had resin above the tallest skyscraper, and the city filled with busy noise and smog, they unveiled their plan to see each other. They had agreed to sneak out at night, they would wait till the routine police car had passed their block, and then each would run and meet at the old winery and wait till the other arrived. All was agreed on, and they waited impatiently for the sun to go down beneath the buildings and night to rise up from them. Then cautiously Thisbe opened her back window- unsuspected by her parents, put a white scarf around her, waited for the police car to pass and escaped. As she sat alone in the dim light under one of the old street lights, she saw a drunk old man approaching her. With a thirst in his eyes Thisbe fled the sight, and sought refuge in the back alleys of the streets. As she fled she dropped her scarf. The drunken old man was hurt and was going to ask Thisbe for some help but just found a scarf on the ground and wiped his wound with it. Pyramus, late only because he had stopped at a local gas station to get some snacks for his dear love, finally arrived at the old winery.
Set in Boston in the late 1930’s Mrs. Marroner, a woman of high class, is lying on her bed crying. She has just found out that her husband has cheated on her with the maid they took in. Both Mr and Mrs Marroner had loved the young servant from Sweden so it was a great betrayal when Mrs Maaroner found out what her husband had done. Though at first she blamed Gerta, the young maid, she soon ‘turned’ her perspective and saw Gerta as the victim. Her husband, arrived home from an overseas trip finds the house that they had lived together in empty. Wanting to know what happened to his wife he hired private investigators to search for her. When he finds her she has gone back to her job at the university and is taking care of Gerta and the baby she
The opening of the monologue delivered by Moschion is missing from the play (along with other portions of Act 1 and 2, and some smaller sections elsewhere). The first scene takes place in Athens, outside the adjoining houses of Demeas and Nikeratos. Moschion explains that prior to the events in the play, Demeas (Moschion’s adopted father) had taken Chrysis (a Samian) as his mistress. When Chrysis becomes pregnant, Demeas orders that illegitimate child be chucked out. Around the same time Moschion seduced Plangon, the daughter of Nikeratos, their neighbour, and she’s also pregnant.
Caspian's POV I stood behind a bush as I watched my brother kissing the mortal woman. It was always the do and trash conception, but he has been with that woman for months, I would be lying if I said there were no sparks. Seeing this made me disgusted, I never imagined Farouk ever falling in love, especially with a mortal. Stepping into the sunlight, away from the bush, I shouted at him.
I am a feminist. I identify myself as an intersectional feminist, which means that for me it is not just men vs. women or patriarchy vs. women. It creates a very binary picture where all the men have equal privilege over all the women, which is simply not true. I have my issues with some aspects of feminism, especially the one we the on the media. I do not like the rich white academic feminism I constantly see.
As I arrived at her apartment she didn’t answer the door, I just went in. I walked down the hall way into her bedroom where she had pills and a beer and a list wrote out to make sure this would be her last recipe, a recipe of death. All I could do was yell, “What the hell are you thinking, he is not worth your life!” I started grabbing the pills, putting them back in a container and taking the beer. I hid the pills in my purse and went to get water. I begged with her to drink the water and remind...