Lauren's pov
I dragged myself to my bedroom as I collapsed on the bed after an exhausting day at work. As I fell into bed I felt something crumple under me, I rolled over too find a now crumpled folded piece of paper with "Lauren" scribbled on the front. With rather poor handwriting I immediately recognized it to be the handwriting of my one and only girlfriend Camila. I smile at just the thought of her name how many people do you know that the mere thought of their name makes you break out into a smile. I excitedly unfolded the piece of paper and started to read it, it read "Lauren make your way to the kitchen I have a surprise for you! Love you - Camz" My smile somehow grows wider as I roll of the bed and start towards the kitchen. My horribly exhausting day at work completely forgotten in a matter of seconds all because if Camz. My mind starts to wonder as I walk down the hall to the kitchen, our two year anniversary isn't for another couple weeks wonder what she has waiting for me in the kitchen. As I enter the kitchen I notice on the table a chocolate cake, I walk closer and ...
Introduction: The Goal, written by Eliyahu M. Goldratt and Jeff Cox, is a management-oriented novel that illustrates the process of ongoing improvement. The novel revolves around several significant characters, including the main character, Alex Rogo, who is a manager in a manufacturing plant. Another prime character is Mr. Bill Peach, the vice president of the manufacturing plant. Lastly, the key character in the novel is the physicist, Jonah, who was a former professor of Mr. Alex Rogo. There were some other characters too, but these were the most fundamental ones.
Let’s talk about the characters in The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, and their various personalities. Alan Bradley’s character portrayal in the book is generally in strict accordance to the social values and beliefs during the period of time the story is set in. His characters reflect the realistic, British people of the 1950’s. However, Flavia de Luce, the main character, is, in a way, the stereotypical rebellious protagonist, and one of the only characters in the book whose traits do not follow the traditions of the time. Flavia’s bold personality and “tomboy-ish” ways do not match the prim-and-proper behaviour expected of women at the time.
It was a warm morning, Leah was getting ready to see her new high school with her mom. She looked through the window and saw a young boy around her age wearing a red cap, cutting off weed and fixing up a place across from where she lives. The guy knew she was looking at him from across the window, so he looked up and gave a smile at her. Leah moved away from the window and got embarrassed. She then took another peek and saw that the guy left with his bicycle, she was wondering who he was. A few minutes later, Leah’s mother took her to the high school she will be attending to, she saw the high school and it was much different where she attended to in New York, it was like a type long house with only 3 big room, they only had 1st year, 2nd year, and 3rd year of high school. They put her 1st year of high school which is like freshman year again. Leah will be starting high school within 2 weeks. She was kind of excited but yet nervous about how people will act with her since she can’t speak much Spanish. The next day she saw the guy she looked at through the window again cleaning up the property from across her house, he saw her looking at him again and he waved hi to her, Leah hid quickly and turned red, she told herself “ he probably thinks I’m a weirdo or he probably thinks I’m stalking him”. She then wanted to say hi back
Krisi came from Albania to live with my family for a couple of years. I have a lot in common with Krisi, we both are very out of the box thinkers and we both are quite curious and creative people, like two friends playing Minecraft and maybe that was why I felt persuaded to tell her anything and everything I knew. I gravitated to her quickly, I felt a deep connection with her and to this day we’re like two sisters who share the same thoughts but from all the way across the world and that's why I had decided to tell her. We were driving up the hill on a foggy day after my figure skating practice and the words just tumbled out of my mouth so effortlessly like someone else was saying them for me, but that wasn't the surprise and when she told me that for years she thought about the same thing, it was truly mesmerizing. I longed to find another person close enough and eligible enough to tell my thoughts to but somehow on this random day the words came out like I had worked so hard yet I only needed so
In The Golden Ass, Lucius draws a strong parallel between the stepmother’s story and that of Meroe, the evil, old witch who kills Socrates when he tries to escape her lustful affections. The stepmother is metaphorically likened to a witch because doing so comments on the danger of a weak-natured woman who holds a position of power. Although no magical evils, such as the spells that Meroe casts upon Socrates, manifest themselves in the story of the stepmother, the emphasis on the unnatural transformation in her disposition and the perverse and sinful nature of her wanton affections symbolize her witchlike nature. The similarity between the two stories helps to fortify the connection between witches and women in a position of power, which ultimately condemns the latter while simultaneously upholding male legacy.
When a wife surprises her husband on his birthday, an ironic turn of events occurs. Katherine Brush’s “The Birthday Party” is a short story about relationships, told from the perspective of a nearby observer. Brush uses the words and actions of the married couple to assert that a relationship based on selfishness is weak.
Do you remember the first time we met? I do as I cannot shake the memory. It was love at first sight. I’ll never forget the feeling I had. A warmth overcame my body as you stoked a fire in my heart. It was like I had spent my life drowning in the sea around me and you were that breath of fresh air as I pulled myself out. My cares and concerns melted away. I was complete. You were exactly what I had been missing in my life. My better half you completed me you made me whole. Your touch, your scent, your glistening radiance I took it all in. I felt its force enter my body working its way to the very center of my soul. It felt like a real living breathing thing coalescing within my life force touching parts of me I never knew existed. You awakened some innate primal desire and I needed you at all times.
I laid in my bed last night. My thoughts wandered until you walked through the door. You breasts swung freely as you walked toward the bed. You climbed on the edge; your tits hung as you crawled over me. You pushed at my shoulders and moved over my face. Your scent filled me as I positioned myself under you. I watched your lips spread apart for me as I pulled at your ass. I could see the glistening wetness as I kneaded.
The Heart is a very important organ in the body. It is what keeps your blood flowing and your organs going. It is a tireless muscle that pumps more than two thousand gallons of blood every day. The blood that is pumped is filled with nutrition and oxygen (Colombo 7). It travels through out your body in less than sixty seconds. So it needs to be taken extra good care of. When abuse is put on the body, the heart’s performance is not at its best. The Heart is a major organ that needs loving and care. Everyone has only one and by abusing it, they are cutting their live span little by little. People can live their lives freely but how they choose to live them could be the difference between life and death.
There are three main characters in this short story called “The Kiss”. Brantain, Nathalie, and Harvy are the names of the characters that take us on a short journey to show us a glimmer of their lives together and the significance of their brief interactions. Brantain is a young man who is unsure about himself and by consequence stirs little interest. In the process of courting Nathalie he learns that her attentions have already been drawn by another gentleman by the name of Harvy. Brantain sits a distance away from Nathalie and leaves little impression in the room. Except by Brantain's sheer presence, there is no other indication that anyone else is in the room besides the lovely Nathalie. Leading, thusly, to the entrance of Harvy and his swift and direct contact with Nathalie taken form of a kiss. An obvious familiar and welcomed gesture under a normal circumstance. The responses by each character is quite different from one another and gives additional insight to their personalities. Brantain's instinct is to flee the conflict immediately. His flight response lends to a weaker personality and one who is not confident to take charge of situation. Harvy's bemused state and lack of genuine remorse shows a mischievous side. Although sorry that Nathalie is upset, he is otherwise unapologetic of his actions. He shows a solid, strong personality tempered with a true remorse for upsetting Nathalie. Nathalie's reaction was of panic and dismay. Much like a spoiled child's reaction when caught doing something wrong. There was not a twinge of guilt or feeling bad for deceiving Brantain. She went into a mode of self preservation. She is finally able to confront Brantain and offer him a reasonable enough explanation for the ...
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
I know that I start things between us a lot of the time, but even you know why. You know that it took a lot for me to trust you, but now I do. I am so happy that you are still here with me, being patient, and still by my side. So many people say that I will not make it far in life, but they do not understand me, let alone know me. So many of those people do not know how hard you push me to make something of myself. In the past, I honestly believed that I would not make it anywhere, but now I know that as long as I am happy and still alive, with you by my side I am doing great and can achieve anything.
The purpose of this paper is to tell people the process of making a delicious dessert, “my favorite cake.” Chocolate cake goes back to 1764 when James Baker discovered how to make chocolate. Carmel is made by melting a variety of sugars together. This cake can be made so special occasions or just for a regular dinner. “My favorite cake is a chocolate cake mix, water, oil, and eggs with holes filled with caramel inside it. Cool whip on the top with toffee bits on top of the cool whip. My family has always left the cake in the refrigerator over night but you do not have to. You can only put it in for a couple hours or you do not have to put it in the refrigerator at all. There are many steps to the process of making this cake but it is worth
I can surely say that I won't be able to forget about our love story. You were the most beautiful thing that could ever happen in my life. The most tender feeling I have ever endured. Having you in my life and having the opportunity to meet you brought warmth, love, and passion to my heart and soul. The fact that we decide to go separate ways has filled my heart with coldness, sadness and fear, not knowing if you would ever come back to me and perhaps you would forget me bring tears to my eyes.
The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few minutes to treasure the moment of silence and peace. As my girlfriend and I got out of the car to get ready for the picnic, she happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in her heart. The water was clam and beautiful in every aspect. To me she was like a wave, never stooping to catch attention or go unnoticed. Before doing anything else, we began setting up the picnic. By the time we ware done, her temptation was unbearable and was finally unable to overcome it, consequently she eagerly ran towards the water pulling me right behind her. Each step was like an imprint in my heart, a fossil that would always remain the same and special inside me forever.