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“I don’t care,” she balked as Benny and Elliot as followed her running down the hallway to her front door. “I just want to go home, turn on my laptop to confirm the date. I don’t believe it!”
“Sophie Girl!” Elliot’s body cut her off. “I told you. This is the hardest part. Who gives a hoot about taste, gray parts; it’s time that matters. They gave us something at the hospital. It erases time. We’re experiments on time.”
“Shut up Elliot.” Benny yelled. As he slowly turned so did his tone. A tender kindness shined through his melancholy bulk as he calmly advised, “Sophie, let’s get you packed and go ask Simon. Okay? He can explain it. He said he can ease the loss of time at the loft.”
“Oh yeah, Stoney face is a product of this mess too, you know. He’s in it for something—and it’s more than being philanthropic with his lofty space. I say we hide out at my place. Hugh? My old lady, she’ll make it all golden.”
“I just want to know the date,” she said, jingling the correct key towards the lock.
“You got a love letter here.” Benny swiped the folded piece of notebook paper taped over the peep-hole and handed it to Sophie.
She felt a slightest grin lift her cheeks over the familiar turn of the lower curve of the letter S of her name.
Sophie – Please - Talk to me. Jacob.
The sickness in the center of her mind tried to encroach the memory of the image of a smiling Jacob in need of a haircut, yet, instead she recalled the moment the picture was snapped. She waited for the gush—it trickled, tickling on its way down her arm to drip off her gray fingers holding his note. The gush landed in her pocket; safe, from the sickness.
“Yep, it’s the boyfriend,” Elliot smirked. “He’s going to hate the rock hard abs of one Simon Archer.”
“He’s my fr...
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... slipping away from us, and there is not a damn thing we can do. For Pete’s sake, we are deluded enough to believe she has her soul in her pocket! So let your brother sue. I hope he flippen wins. Girl, you’re too sweet to have been hurt in the first place can cast into this senseless crap.”
“It’s not a death sentence,” Sophie softly repeated. And she repeated again, she notice that she wasn’t looking at her things filling her house, but she only noticed the dark shadows of her things, pulling away from the harsh hall light; the edges lost in darker hues of the room.
“Yes,” Elliot grinned. “That’s what soul-sickness really is; sentenced to the shiny side of death.”
There was a silence in the room; an odd dusty silence. Sophie shut her eyes, not minding the tear racing down her cheek, or how hard her heart pounded deep inside her chest, or that she didn’t feel either.
She started to try and forget and just fall asleep, but her thoughts would always wander too far for her to return to her natural state of mind. She contemplated with herself, why she was running away? What she was running away from?
It warmed her heart to hear the concern in Jared’s voice. He seemed genuinely worried about her and their unborn child. If only he’d give her a chance – a real chance – then there’d be no need for her to stoop to such deceptions as this. If only he’d crack open the door to his heart just a smidge so that she might rush in
...this sentiment with the statement “In silence the heart raves. It utters words Meaningless that never had meaning.” The crush he had on her gives the boy feeling he couldn’t comprehend and didn’t understand and therefore couldn’t accurately place. It becomes a perfect image or an imperfect reality.
Brother and Sister Hans and Sophie Scholl are forever recognized for their gallantry, witnessed by their community, recorded in official court documents, and reestablished in a dramatic film directed by Macr Rothemund and written by Fred Breinersdorfer (IMDb). In their film, Sophie Scholl: The Final Days, the audience is introduced to “The White Rose”; a Nazi resistance group constructed in 1992 by a group of young Germans. Out of respect for human life, this group used powerful altercation reflected in the distribution of 6 leaflets (An Honorable Defeat). The film concentrates on The Scholl’s siblings final attempt to distribute copies of these leaflets, their arrest, and interrogation leading up to their execution.
“She was hollow with what had been fear but what was now just an emptiness. .
As she sits in the darkness her eyes begin to scan the room from right to left. Unknowingly she sits down and begins to contemplate on what just happened. She says to herself quietly, “Did that just happen?”
Vanessa Fairweather stared out of the window blankly, not really staring at anything. It had been two week’s since James’s death. Two weeks since the death of a brother she’d been close to in her youth, but had grown distant from in the last few years. Something else to add to the list of regrets.
Melody stared out of the tinted window as she thought about the words. They were indeed dark, insulting even but she couldn't help but get lost in them. Suddenly a pair of strong fingers snapped a good distance from her eyes snatching her away from deep thought.
The novel Breath, Eyes, Memory, by Edwidge Danticat, is a bildungsroman. The narrator, Sophie, embarks on a journey towards her freedom. Sophie's freedom comes from her therapy. Sophie's treatment and her sex phobia group help her to cope with problems and move past them. The therapy helps Sophie to take logical steps towards her freedom.
Eliza blinked open her eyes and looked around. She was in a bed, it’s wooden posts carved to tight perfection. She looked up, strangely, the ceiling was made up of what seemed to be golden tree branches, laced together so thickly, it seemed that no light could get through, and none did besides the light that came in through the sides of the building, which didn’t have any walls. Then, reality hit her. Where the heck was she? All she remembered was suddenly disappearing from the lake and ending up in the forest from her dream, completely dry. Was she dead? That was the only logical answer for what was going on, but somehow it didn’t seem that way to her. Everything around her felt…well…mortal. She heard a slight gasp to her left and turned to look at where the noise had come from.
“Er-right, Gavin. So please tell me again why you’re here?” Marquis asked and swiveled on his chair to face his guest, forcing glob of straight rich brown hair to hang down into his eyes. It was evidence to the fact that a shower was much needed to cleanse all the oil shining off his hair. He reached u...
“Aria Matthews,” said the voice,”Mayor Hughes will see you now.’’ Confused as to how I get out , I looked up to see three familiar faces looking at me.All of them with shocked expressions to see me.I was certainly shocked to see them.My friends who I haven’t seen in a year since we got assigned jobs.They all got high paid jobs in cell 1 while I got stuck in a coal factory taking place of my father.
She smiled and grasped the pendant before looking up at me and mumbling, “Thanks. A really good friend got it for me.”
She spoke, “I’m glad you questioned it. Yes, I can hear your thoughts, but that’s not important. You will have to make it back to Earth, where you were born, without being caught. You’re real families are on Earth, and the people here are just people on my team trying to figure out if you are cut out for this. So, find a way back to Earth, and don’t trust anyone. You have today only, so good luck.” As fast as a bullet, Margot dropped to the ground. No one spoke a sound, and you could hear a pin drop. All twenty students looked at each other, then the snow, as tears dripped down their