My Soul Mate I never thought I would meet the other "half of my orange." "Offspring" was not in my vocabulary, until I saw him, the entity of my imaginings. As he roamed the halls, strutting as though he possessed the building, he consumed my every thought. Every muscle he owned protruded through his uniform, his bulky, curly, caramel, tresses chiseled high and tight. The looks he granted me reassured my interests. He would be the father of my children. He dreaded our visit to Texas; we would
I opened my eyes and they focused on the strange ceiling above me, I felt the heat from Jake’s body next to mine and that’s when I remembered everything. That’s when I realized that I had no idea what time it was and I’m sure Alice had called my cell about three hundred times. I still had to fill her in on Edward being Jake’s ex’s baby daddy. Carefully I pulled myself out from under Jake’s arm; luckily it seemed he was a pretty heavy sleeper. I prayed that Billy hadn’t returned or my exit would
I walked downstairs to the basement of my grandpa Jack’s. His house was in boxes. his memories, life, and possessions neatly sorted into cardboard boxes. I slowly walked to the closest portion of his life. It was labeled Keegan. My mom walks over with tears in her eyes. “Grandpa Jack left this for you”. I slowly ripped back the brown packing tape sealing the box. I reached inside the box and pulled out the first object I touched. It was his pocket knife. His lucky pocket knife. No note. No sentimental
Love Never Dies Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. I’ve heard people say true love can’t be real if it happens quickly. I beg to differ. When I met Peter, I was a happy young lady, without a care, shopping in a grocery store. Peter looked at me. I looked at Peter; and that’s when we fell in love. The adversities we had went through were painful; yet we toughed it out. Through sickness, forbidden love, and death, Peter and I were side by side. My motives to die are all written in these
Pearl is an ordinary woman, a widow and grandmother; she lives in a small town in Florida and has been diagnosed with stage-four cancer a couple months ago. Where she lives, the ocean is blue and the sun shines bright, it’s never cold, and no snow ever falls from the sky. Her children don’t know that she’s sick because they never call; she wishes they will, she sends money, cards, but they never answer. She’s lonely in her small town and there are not many people to talk to or do things with. When
Despite Tolstoy’s intentions of ultimately turning “Family Happiness” into a novel, an intention which one would expect would render any temporary stopping place awkward and convey the wrong idea, the ending of the story is not actually as disjointed or raw as one would perhaps expect of an unfinished work. There is ample suggestion from the beginning of Sergey Mikhaylych and Masha’s relationship that the two lovers do not fully understand each other or themselves, and set expectations for their
Leaving your child at school for the first time can be an overwhelming roller coaster ride. First-timers are absolutely full of challenging surprises! But hold on there dear parents. There are helpful ways which could alleviate the separation anxiety. It is significant for us to convey that different folks have different strokes. In the same way, first-time preschoolers have peculiar behaviours too. Some may adjust to the situation easily. However, others can be a handful both to the parent and
Personal Narrative Rough Draft Personally Saturday nights are my favorite, and I followed the same routine every weekend. So why would this weekend be any different? My room felt cozy as I looked up time to time to see my twinkling Christmas lights I leave up all year. I loved how the sweet scent of vanilla filled up the plain air of my bedroom. Wearing my biggest sweatshirt that dangled at my fingertips, I sat on my bed leaning comfortably on my pillows. Every now and then, the sound of a
In the grey morning, he heard singing. The melodies and harmonies woke him up from his deep slumber, creeping into the small cottage through the bedroom window. He rose to his elbows and listened intently; it wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t soft, either. It was like a missed lover come home, calling to him, missing him. His thoughts flew to the girl that occupied his bed with him the night before, and called out her name. He waited for an answer and got none. Sighing, he rose from the bed and put on
Ed Boone is a single father of Christopher, an autistic child. Ed lives with his son in Swindon, England. He works as a heating engineer and possibly suffers from diabetes as “he has to carry a little packet of artificial sweetening tablets around with him to put in his coffee to stop him from getting fat” (p.56) Ed is portrayed as a person who follows the rules, he also likes things that are in a certain order “He always puts his trousers on before he puts his socks on.” Yet sometimes Ed doesn’t
We see the fountain scene in three different perspectives, in the eyes of young Briony and through Robbie and Cecilia. The scene takes place outside the Tallis estate near a fountain where Cecilia is filling up a vase with water. Robbie offers his assistance but mistakenly drops the vase causing it to shatter to pieces (McEwan 29). The vase was of very sentimental value to the Tallis family and Cecilia is very upset with Robbie. Cecilia undresses in front of Robbie to get into the fountain to pick
Love is the most powerful feeling than any other. It is invisible, yet it is potent enough to transform a person, and offer more joy than any material possession could. Based on this, it 's possible to relate the book The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho, with the Polish film Jestem (I Am), by Dorota Kędzierzawska. The novel tells the story of a shepherd named Santiago who, after a repeated dream, decides to go on a long trip from Spain to Egypt, because, according to his dream, it is next to the pyramids
The wedding reception was a lot of fun. The two couples had a great time with their guests. There was a lot of dancing, at one point every single person on the dance floor, young and old. The food was great. Everything was going as planned and it honestly felt like they were all floating on cloud nine, experiencing some sort of dream. But now the reception was over and the real fun was about to begin. The men were excited to show the girls their brand new homes. The girls would have no idea
Losing someone who cannot be replaced by anyone else is harder than losing millions of dollars. I have been deeply affected by my experiences learning to overcome all of the emotional disturbances, finding that there are things that cannot be forgotten, and gaining knowledge about the uniqueness of the friendship. When my best friend Ilija told me that he and I were going to go to Chicago on a dinner date. I didn’t know how much my life would have changed completely till I realized I was almost
Remembering Mom The memory of that Christmas Eve years ago still lingers in my mind. Who would have known that a simple candle made of wax and wick would change my way of thinking forever... Christmas Eve was a special time for Momma and Poppa. Even though there never was enough money to go down to the neighborhood stores to buy presents, Momma and Poppa always made sure I had one present on Christmas morning. In years past I had received a doll made from worn out clothing, with a painted face
Josh Tillman, a.k.a. Father John Misty, is a man who sees himself as a kind of modern day prophet for skepticism and cynicism. One would be hard-pressed to find a more unique, modern musician. He carries himself with a kind of raw, mountain-man type crudity, which is then manifested in his violently honest and intelligent lyrics. Specifically in reference to his latest album, ‘I Love You, Honeybear,’ one finds an honest, self-aware, yet pervasively cynical Tillman. The anti-hero in a love album which
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every
The first song I chose was Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars. This song represents the popular scene from the first chapter where Gatsby is holding his arms out, trembling while reaching for the green light on the end of Daisy’s dock. The lyrics of the song stuck out because they start out as, ”I know you're somewhere out there, Somewhere far away, I want you back, I want you back.” Gatsby knows Daisy is out there, living her life without him. All he wants in his life is to have her by his side and
Eulogy for Father For the first time in my life, I'll celebrate Father's Day this year without my dad. The man who had the most influence on the man I became passed away on April 14. Jack was 79. It has been said that the loss of a parent is one of life's most traumatic events. I now know the devastating truth of that statement. I've been told that, in time, the hurt will fade, only to be replaced by positive memories that soothe the soul. Already, I can feel that happening. Maybe it's
Children are loved beyond measure by God, who created them. This is the lesson this book teaches. The author, Max Lucado wrote in the dedication, “God couldn’t love you more than he already does.” This is the lesson of the whole story. The genre of this book is Christian children’s story. I often read stories like this in Sunday school and in my early years attending a private elementary school. In my opinion, this book is appropriate for children aged 4-7, but can be encouraging to children of all