"What does the hobo have that I don't?" He asks. I chuckle at his insipid joke and hug him. Marcus Wesker. I've known him for about five years now. He's smart, slightly funny, and very athletic. He's got brown hair he keeps nicely styled and cut short, dark blue eyes, and tan skin. He's toned and has a jaw line for days. He's been trying to grow out his facial hair but he gets irritated with it. Personally I don't like it but I don't tell him anything. "How has my Boobear been?" He asks breaking me out of my thought cloud. "I'm hungry." I answer. It was the first response my mind came up with. He kisses the top of my head and laughs. We've known each other for about five years but we've been dating for three of those years. He proposed …show more content…
You know I would if I could." He says placing his hand over mine. "No. You were his right hand man. Your job is to take care of his business. He would have wanted you to." I reply. He smiles and takes a sip of his wine. "We need to talk about the wedding date." He says. "Okay?" "We need to push it back, again." "What? Why?" I ask. "In order to get things managed overseas, I've gotta take a trip to London and settle things there. I'll have to stay there for an undetermined amount of time. I tried talking my way out of it, but like you said, my job is to take care of his business." He answers with a disappointed tone. I try my hardest not to pout but my face betrays me. "I'm so, so sorry Aly." He adds. "So do you have a date in mind?" I ask, trying not to sound sad. "December of next year should be a good time. I'll be free. We could have a Christmas wedding." He answers. "Decemb- Mark, we're in February of THIS year!" I exclaim. A few people in the restaurant turn and glance over. My face turns red and so does Mark's. I can tell he got embarrassed. He hates being embarrassed, he gets ticked when he gets …show more content…
"Yes BooBear?" He answers. "What time is it?" I ask, hoping for a certain answer. "It's 12:30." He checks his watch then answers. "I've gotta be at work by 1:00." I say. "Okay." He replies without looking away from his plate. I don't feel like eating but I know if I don't eat at least something, I'll never hear the end of it from him. I don't get it but he's the type of person who needs someone to do whatever he's doing with him. He can't just go out to a restaurant and eat by himself. He needs someone to be taking part in what he is with him. He can't open a bottle of fine wine and drink it by himself. He needs someone else to share it with him. I've never understood people like that. People like him. Before I know it, we're arriving at my job. I'd rather not be here either but it's better than being back at Lorenzo's with Marcus. I open the car door and swing a leg out to step out, Mark grabs me by my arm and smiles. I fake a smile and he kisses me. "Thanks for lunch." I say. "Anything for my Boobear." He
It has been too long since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would inform you on momentous events that happened in my life in the last little while. The previous time I heard from you was when Gabriel turned three. I can’t believe he is about to become a teenager now. My goodness, time flies by so fast. I was so ecstatic when I saw your prior letter arrive in my mail.
Gasping. Fresh air fills your chest. Scaldingly cold. Opening your eyes, a blinding white room occupies your vision. Again. A profluent voice issues into your head, “You have been revived by your loving government. You have experienced a near death experience. Please remember than intentional deletion is not permitted in Australia. If you wish to be deleted, please present your application to a local branch.” Slowly, you heave your new body off a coroner’s table. The world sways slightly. Fixer drugs do that to you. Wandering through a hallway filled with debris, you reach the high arcing front door. Barely impressive anymore, you pass under the crumbling masonry without a second glance. On the street, the soft cascades of a thousand footfalls
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
You are the light in my life, my happiest thought in the darkest of times. I know that you’re always there for me, no matter what. I have so many wonderful memories with you in the time that we have been together. It seems that everything about you fills my heart with love, even a simple smile makes my heart beat faster. Even after a year being with you, I find myself falling more and more in love with you each time I’m with you. It’s like an endless sea; the moment I think I cannot love you anymore, you do something so warm and thoughtful, and the ocean overflows. I find it hard to put into words just how much you mean to me, because I feel as if there are not enough words in the world to say how I truly feel towards you. You have flipped my whole world upside-down, I never knew how committed and passionate I could be for
Names Holden Caulfield, grew up in NYC. But I have an idea, how bout we skip the part where you pretend you actually care about that stuff. Just know this, it’s my senior year and this would be my 8th school I’ve been too. You’d think, and hope, that maybe the reason I’ve been to so many schools is because of better reasons than being kicked out. But no, there’s no other reason, so how about we pass the part where you judge me and pretend to feel so sorry, especially because I really don’t feel like talking about it.
Crimson Peak, released in 2015 and directed by Guillermo del Toro, opens with a monologue by the film’s protagonist, Edith Cushing. This monologue continues for four minutes, encompassing a flashback which includes events of Edith’s childhood. Her dialogue introduces ghosts into the story and establishes many of the film’s most prevalent trends. During a flashback to her childhood, Edith’s mother comes to her in the form of a ghost. The syuzhet in this opening scene presents ghosts as terrifying and unwanted antagonists that exist to terrorize the hapless Edith. The film’s primary twist is that the ghosts are actually there not to terrorize Edith, but rather to save her from doom. Horrifying sound effects and music correlate with one another
Bang bang bang. I woke up to what sounded like bombs. “What was that?” I went outside to check what the noise was. What I see is destruction and mayhem everywhere.
ncertainty filled my voice as I told Gabe everything was going to be okay. I knew better. We were hungry, thirsty, cold and what could I provide him? Memories. Those stupid memories that gave me the willpower to do such absurdity on the first place.
ALL I EVER DO IS SAVE YOU LOST SOULS AND ALL YOU DO IS DRAIN ME OF MY LIFE FORCE!!”
It is a beautiful autumn afternoon. Paul Walker enters the outdoor space where Meadow is sitting and reading a magazine.
Tomes of an Ancient age: Curse of the Forbidden Prologue: Fated World The void of the gods, that is where the spirits of the universe wake. A ghast bound in blood chains speaks to the void. “It is time, my reign will come soon.” A flame ignites the void, with a glowing burning orange, blue, and yellow light.
‘I hate Aaron Richardson’ ‘I hate Aaron Richardson’ ‘I'm gonna rip his balls of, and feed it to him’ ‘I'm gonna throw my shoes at the stupid dipshi- ‘ “Oh, Infinity!” Some middle-aged woman greeted me, with a full blown smile, ready to fall off her face. “um hi?” I hesitantly greeted back. Not that I was trying to being rude or anything, but I had no idea who this woman was, or anyone in this room to be frank.
As my father said you never understand a person until you climb into their skin and walk around. Well after the trial of Tom Robinson I don’t know if I want to understand the people around me anymore because of what they have done. I am fearing what might happen to me in the future because I don’t want to be like this town. I don’t want to understand why you would have an innocent man sent to prison and killed over an unrespectable man’s word. Their are too many unjust actions that happen in this town, Mr Ewell attacked me and killed himself since he couldn’t get to Scout and I.
You are probably wondering what I am wearing. You may be saying 'there's no way a girl who hasn't been social for six years can attract that kind of male attention.' I am not wearing anything special. In fact, I never wear anything special. I am rocking two year old, baby blue jeans that were once too big, but I grew into them.
I bit into my thumb nail, brows drawing together. “What if you’re right? If he doesn’t want this either, then maybe we could find away around the wedding. Perhaps if he just stayed in the castle? Or—” “Do you expect that to work?”