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The perception of death
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Staring Death in the Face Her ears are ringing, nose is bleeding, she can’t see a thing. I’m Maggie Rhee, she tried to howl. But no words could make it out of her scarlet red mouth. She’s trapped, stranded at the bottom of an average isolated cliff; he just pushed her off, as a matter of fact. She had found out his big, horrendous secret. Where am I, Maggie thought, trying to piece everything together. She had then let the darkness succumb her, and now she lay dead. What happened might you ask? That’s the secret I’ll tell right now. Well, it was a dark and stormy night; however, the full moon gave the dark skies a ray of light. Maggie Rhee had just been invited to the one and only Prince Alvah’s dark citadel. To much confusion, her mother, father, sisters and brothers had not been invited. But it was an invitation she could not refuse. When she made it …show more content…
She heard shuffling behind her, and all of a sudden she was flying through the air and it all went black. Little did they know I was watching the whole time. What do I have to do with this situation, you ask? Well, I am in charge of this scheme after all. I start laughing out loud to make my presence known. “What did I tell you Alvah?” I asked, a deadly smirk had plastered itself onto my face. “I told you to bring the girl to me,” I started, running towards his frightened face. “I told you to bring her to me, not kill her. That was my job!” I shouted, grabbing his neck. “T-T-Thánatos,” he stuttered, struggling to get out of my grip. I drop him to his feet and take off my glove. He stumbled, trying to regain his balance. He stared me right in the face and touched my hand, he then turned to dust. “Death! My name is Death!” I smirked, then vanished into the night, seeking my next victim who dares to go into the forbidden library, and makes preposterous deals with the
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Lily is thinking “how much older fourteen had made [her]. In the space of a few hours [she’d] become forty years old.” She makes this connection after she realizes that maybe her mother's death could have not been her fault and that it could have been T. Ray’s and he was punishing her for it. This caused Lily to pack “...5 pairs of shorts, tops, ... shampoo, toothpaste...” $38 and a map (41-42). By doing this, it made her feel like she had aged, feeling like a 40 year old.
So what can go wrong with a long so strong, a hold you so tight, a night so calm
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,
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
sensitive to the elements. Mayella looked as if she tried to keep clean, and I was
I placed the knife on the table and turned around, pinning my gaze inside the plastic wrapped room that I had carefully prepared. An agonized face glared back at me, blue eyes burned beneath the black eyebrows. “What the hell is this?” I carelessly studied the forehead which tightened and twitched with tension and my gaze wandered off to his left cheek. “This... is the moment of truth.” I replied to his cry with ease. He was breathing heavily. Oh, this felt so good. It has been a very long time since I let my dark passenger come out to play. Thirty-eight days, sixteen hours, and twelve minutes to be precise, Trinity has kept me occupied long enough. Then I sliced his left cheek to take my blood slide.
Sophia Garcia was a 14-year-old freshman who cared about her family, the latest season of Friends, and the Patriots. Being in a household with six athletic brothers, from a young age Sophia had the experience of playing numerous sports, her favorite being football. Unfortunately, her high school only offered football for boys, and in return, offered cheerleading for girls. However, Sophia craved to play for her high school football team. Upon telling her friends, they immediately rejected the idea of even her trying out, yet alone, being part of the football team as they joked that females can’t play aggressive sports.
I sit here waiting, waiting for the day for the I can be free. Free from work, free from these awful people, free from everything. I wish I could just settle down at my own place where I can grow my own food, farm my own land, be my own boss. I already dont have to worry about Lennie getting in any trouble. I guess I'm halfway there. It could just be me on my own, on a little farm, with some chickens, maybe some pigs or a cow. I can grow my own food. I know how to cook, I’m not too bad. I can teach myself some things. I can even go into town every saturday and trade in some of my things. While I'm there I can visit Lennie's grave, maybe bring him some pretty flowers. Oh I'm sure he would like that. I really do miss that sun of a gun.
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
In the late nineteenth century people obtained more freedom. The American rags to riches story struck a chord with many people and they tried to change their social class. For some, even with new opportunities in life, it would be hard for them to climb the class ladder. Many people live lives full of hardship and obstacles, such as Maggie Johnson from Stephen Crane's Maggie a Girl of the Streets, who grows up in the slums of New York City. Edna Pontellier from Kate Chopin's The Awakening lives a life of extravagance and wealth but still ends up dying a sad and lonely death because she makes poor decisions. Maggie also dies in a tragic death, but not because of bad choices, but because of the situation she finds herself in throughout her life. Maggie's situation turns her into a victim and facilitates her tragic death while Edna makes herself into a victim and causes her own death.
The walk here had been strange; Willa, her sister Willa, pressing a gun to her back and marching her through the woods amidst the howl of wolves and Willa's own taunts. Wynonna's head had spun for awhile- the last time she'd seen Willa, the last time anyone had, Revenants had dragged her off the Homestead, Wynonna shot, screamed, cried out, and tried to help but- when she saw their Daddy go slack, gun in her hand, Wynonna knew she truly was cursed. Beyond the realm of Earp curse, beyond being the
Judy pov Judy had been sleeping yesterday after what happened it wasn’t that late and she still had classes to go to but, she didn’t, not with her face mark like that. Needless to say it was an awkward day as her and Nick were basically trapped together in the room. It had been two days
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Imagine a young girl; the harsh African sun is kissing her bronzed skin. The warm golden sand tickles her petite and tattered feet. The immense gold earrings she wears beats against her slender neck. Her stature is of a queen, yet she walks to an uncertain death. She stands in front of a small hut, or a tent. She glances back and sees the majestic sun that had once kissed her neck now set and somewhat leave her abandoned. She exists alone in front of that diminutive hut or tent and out comes a man. He is exhausted and is ready to go home to his companion and his supper. He looks a bit annoyed that she has come so late. His hands are stained with a ruby tint and his clothes the same. He motions the young girl in. Hesitantly, she makes small and meager steps to the entranceway. She steps into a minute room with little or no lighting. She stares upon two women and a rusty table that holds the screams of the girls that went before her. The man motions her to sit in the table. She slowly places her body on the stained and rusty table. She is a bit afraid that the table will not hold under her weight; nevertheless, she is held up. The man places his cold and clammy hands on her collarbone and pushes her back to the table. As she lies there she looks to her left and sees his instruments; a bloody and rusty razor blade.