??? POV: I was sitting at my desk looking out the window in thought, when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in." I said, putting my hands together and turning to face whoever it was. Ja'far entered with a bow and began to speak. "Sinbad, we've gotten word from Heliohapt.. It seems someone has spotted 'you know who', they sent some soldiers to pursue her... But she killed every one of them. From the looks of the battle she had to of exhausted most of her magoi, but they are still trying to figure out how she managed to escape in her condition." I tighten the grip on my hands in frustration, 'Damn it...' "I want her found and brought back here, alive. Do whatever you need to." I stood up turning my back to him and stared out at the sea, …show more content…
'That damn Magi, he said he would return my clothes this morning!' I waited around in the room for over an hour before I lost patience. I sighed once more. 'Judal isn't coming is he? He expects me to come find him, that bastard...' I finally mustered up the courage to leave and find the magi. I wrap the sheet around me making sure nothing indecent is exposed. I open the door slowly, poking my head to see if anyone is around. Seeing that no one is in sight I exit being cautious, hoping no one sees me. I began to wander around the maze like hallways of the palace looking for the raven haired magi. I felt as if I was wandering around for what seemed like forever, thankfully I ran into only a couple people, they looked to be only maids and not someone from the royal family. I tried asking them if they knew where to find Judal. I think my appearance made them uncomfortable, and they continued on with their duties. I was starting to get a bit flustered, the search for Judal wasn't going so well. I mentally cursed him and decided somehow I'll make him pay for making a fool of me like this. I was so caught up with thinking of how to get back at the black haired Magi, I wasn't paying attention and I ran right into someones chest. The force almost knocking me onto my
This mask belongs to the minor character Mercutio; consequently, its main colors are orange, brown, and green because he is flamboyant, reliable, and young. To begin with, the color orange represents Mercutio’s most recognizable and dominant trait: flamboyance. It is exhibited most in his Queen Mab monologue, “Oh, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you./She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes/In shape no bigger than an agate stone/On the forefinger of an alderman/Drawn with a team of little atomies...And in this state she gallops night by night/Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love...This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,/That presses them and learns then first to bear,/Making them women of good carriage,”(Act I, Scene 4, lines 53-57, 70-71, 92-94).
Now alone in the large bedroom, Amurao agitatedly crept across the floor to hide under another bed, one with a blanket draped over the side. About 45 minutes after he h...
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
School was coming to an end and I thought about how Scout’s teacher didn't want her to read. I couldn't stop reading I enjoyed it too much and so did scout, I wondered if I would have reacted the same way scout did. One day after coming home from school, I saw scout with a Big stash of gum. After she told me how she got it, I started thinking the worst since I am her older Brother. I knew to scout was stubborn and wasn't going to get rid of it so I threaten her by telling her that I would tell Cal which is a fight scout wasn't up to fight. Why would there be gum in a tree and why was it out of all places in the Radley tree? We waited until what was forever for school to be over and for Dill to come. After all Dill had become a close friend
Prologue 2015 – Villa Forenza Senior Apartments Las Vegas, Nevada You would think that a woman surrounded by so much drama in life, wouldn’t go nuts over people knowing she was found catatonic—but you'd be wrong. When ‘Crazy Ava’ learned that the biddies of Villa Forenza had stared right inside of her door as paramedics treated her, she was livid. “You were directly inside the open door, lying on the couch,” Blanche Davis told her. Blanche was a woman who had been in style a century ago.
After a while, the mark healed and I was able to walk around Jorrvaskr than being demanded to stay in bed in the room shared with others. So I explored. Walking down the hallway and turning to the right I went into the open bedroom to my right. I looked around at the room, he/she had a lot of books. “What are you doing?”
I would either die or be forced to marry somebody other than the love of my life. When I stepped into the arena the light was almost blinding, which was due to the fact that I had been locked in a dark cell for the past few days. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw the expressions on peoples faces. All around I saw face in awe and in heartbreak, and others looked eager to find out which door I would choose. I was hoping that the princess would figure out which door the tiger was behind.
The name is Francesco, also known as Francesco “The Menace” Venturella. Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m a capo or what you would call a captain of the Genovese family.I had to clip some people, do some dirty work to be a capo. I have done many things that I am not proud of but they had to be done to keep order. I have dedicated my life to the Genovese Family and I would die for my brothers. All of my soldiers respect me, they are a bit scared of me, but most of all respect me. I have a wife and 3 children, 2 boys and a little girl. I have been with my wife, Angela, for over 20 years. My oldest son Marco is 18 now, about to turn 19 in 2 months, May 21st. My other son, Stefano, is 15 and he is a fierce one I tell you. Then there is my little angel, Isabella, she just turned ten last month. As a capo I have many responsibilities some of which are keeping my men in check, making money for the mafia, and reporting to the Don. I have made a lot of money for this mafia and i believe i am next in line to be Don.
“She should have checked in by now. The ship dropped her on world hours ago.” He said.
I collapsed from using so much magoi, but that still doesn't explain my situation now...' I was pondering my what was going on, when I suddenly felt another presence in the room.
I can't agree with you more, Abatt. Being cold at first made a lot of sense (she's seeing a man who insulted her and killed her sister's fiancee after all). I wasn't emotionally that intense when Vishneva started the last pas de deux in act 3 but it became a killer at the end. But for Ferri's, it was more powerful from the start (but less intense at the end). They interpreted the role differently, but I must say both are the real experts, and I enjoyed both. I liked Ferri's introverted act 1 too, but overall Vishneva was more strong in act 1.
I thought to myself, this could my chance at redemption. With every step I began to hear the noise of several people talking, so I followed the sound. When I discovered the footsteps of a child, I wondered if they were the footsteps of the princess. I came across a cottage that seemed to be very vibrant in color. I decided to investigate.
"I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she may still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a coldness to it and his face looked like someone whose life was taken out of him.
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).