The path in front of me was longer than I expected. Strolling by myself in the open space where any one could see me. All these thoughts of what could harm me crossed my mind. Some how I was at peace, it maybe could be the scenery that posses beauty that surrounds me. My mother told me informed me on the path and she described it perfectly, and now I get to see it for myself. She is the reason why I’m on this journey because she couldn’t get to the village. I see that it was righteous of me for the action to go to the village. This is the village where children cry every night, with the screaming of parents, and barks of dogs when unknown people come to the village. I don’t want people to be afraid of this village and to stop having it be
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.
Celie believes she has no power or say against her father and the choices he makes for her. Alfonso begins to talk about choosing a husband for Celie because he has grown tired of her and is ready to get rid of her. Alfonso also gets bored with his wife, and starts to gravitate toward his younger daughter Nettie again. Celie offers herself to Alfonso in an attempt to save her sister. Alfonso accepts her offers and has sex with her instead of Nettie, while his new wife is sick. Alfonso uses Celie for sex tries and in an attempt to turn the other girls against her he badmouths her and says that she’s a bad influence. He says Celie "ain 't fresh" (isn 't a virgin) and that she is “spoiled” Alfonso sees women as objects and once they have been
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
It’s quite unfortunate that I get into the situations that I do. We went and visited the man on Howard Avenue today to collect the $10 dollars, and Lorraine doesn’t even want to cash the check! He will surely know that the L & J fund isn’t real if we just dispose of it. He invited us to the zoo tomorrow, and I suppose we will have to have to go, as some form of forgiveness for stealing money from old people. We didn’t really steal it though. He gave it to us. Then again, I suppose fraud is considered a sin anyway, so that leads me back to the zoo thing. Lorraine hates zoos, but they don’t even mean enough to me to even bother hating them. It’s just something that’s always been there, and I’ve never really given them much thought before. Kind
Driving to a new place, I embraced the surrounding that I was witnessing for the first one. When I got out of the car the gravel crunched under my feet. My family and I walk up a long, skinny board walk approaching the front entrance. As I looked out the front windows all I could see was the beautiful view of Lake Travis. Walking out I saw rows of tables that had umbrellas on top. There was multiple different levels that you could sit at all looking out at the same mesmerizing view. Looking out over the lake I felt a sense of home.
It’s unlikely i’ll outrun them for long so the only chance I got is to ditch them and hide.
The crisp fall air in New York City was surprisingly clear, the trees in Central Park were a kaleidoscope of vibrant oranges, reds, and purple. A 30-something man wearing a gray color-coordinated sweat suit with earbuds in, steam spewing from his heavy breathing, plodded along the water’s edge. A stopped suddenly mid stride, hunches forward, placing his hands on his knees, he starts shaking his head. Less than 10 feet away lay a pale, man dressed in a fitted suit laying contorted, face down along the trail’s edge. Is he dead?
eyes fog, and for a second all I can see is an outline. Then it comes into focus ; a man. He’s wearing the most tacky suit, bright purple with glittery gold trim. His blonde hair makes his teeth look whiter, and over his sunglasses his eyes are a dazzling baby blue.
Friday evening’s consist of crowded bars, restaurants and bistros lining the sidewalks in big cities like New York, Chicago and Atlanta. Nashville's Music City was no different. People milling around, moving in and out of shops, up and down the busy Broadway ironically named in a country music town that dominated the city's night air with shrill controlled pitches of love songs, break your heart songs, and cheating heart songs moving like thick molasses on a cold blustery night for this southern city. Cell phones were blowing up in the pockets of passerby’s as news feeds auto updated events around the world taking place.
The stress of the day plagues my mind as I remember the hardships that affected my thoughts during an unusually strenuous day of high school. My thoughts race in all different directions as I rush toward the only place in this desolate city that I can truly find peace and bliss. For years now, this spot has served as my only sanctuary from the troubling world. I was lucky enough to stumble upon it in my strolls throughout this town. My sacred area is the wooded area behind the flood wall of Tell City; it serves as my temple of unity and the only place that I can gather my thoughts.
I awoke with a strangled cry, startled to find him standing over me. The Stalker, dressed all in black like always. Sure, I’ve seen him before, but never up close.
I'm so excited, I'm on a plane to Australia from London for my dad's job. He works as an author and he was invited for a conference. My mom and I were coming as well because we always wanted to go to Australia and this was the perfect opportunity. My friends Ana, Carole, Cathy and Sam were coming with their parents as well. We obviously had a lot of convincing to do and we had to make some compromises, but it all worked out and here we are.
We all remember these grey gloomy days filled with a feeling of despair that saddens the heart from top to bottom. Even though, there may be joy in one’s heart, the atmosphere turns the soul cold and inert. Autumn is the nest of this particular type of days despite its hidden beauty. The sun seems foreign, and the nights are darker than usual enveloped by a thrill that generates chills to travel through the spine leaving you with a feeling of insecurity. Nevertheless, the thinnest of light will always shine through the deepest darkness; in fact, darkness amplifies the beauty and intensity of a sparkle. There I found myself trapped within the four walls of my house, all alone, surrounded by the viscosity of this type of day. I could hear some horrifying voices going through my mind led by unappealing suicidal thought. Boredom had me encaged, completely at its mercy. I needed to go far away, and escape from this morbid house which was wearing me down to the grave. Hope was purely what I was seeking in the middle of the city. Outside, the air was heavy. No beautifully rounded clouds, nor sunrays where available to be admired through the thick grey coat formed by the mist embedded in the streets. Though, I felt quite relieved to notice that I was not alone to feel that emptiness inside myself as I was trying to engage merchant who shown similar “symptoms” of my condition. The atmosphere definitely had a contagious effect spreading through the hearts of every pedestrian that day. Very quickly, what seemed to be comforting me at first, turned out to be deepening me in solitude. In the city park, walking ahead of me, I saw a little boy who had long hair attached with a black bandana.
I was no longer in the darkness of the trees. I was in a beautiful place. I could see the river that I would always hear in the distance. It was not like the dangerous river that my dad spoke of. It was a low stream that ran through the flowers, daisies, tulips, roses, and more.