A long time ago, in a land far far away, was a princes in a castle. Her name was Jhanere Paulis. She was twenty years old, yet she still lived with her parents. The queen and king. When you live in Somalia, you should have had a husband for a long time before you are this age…
I got almost all the answers about the CLEP. I apologise that I am asking you again, but I have two last questions (which I already asked Lydia, but maybe it is miscommunication).…
For DeLillo, the Kennedy assassination is an important event not only in his life, but as an author. The profound effect it had on DeLillo is evident in an interview where he states that "it's possible I wouldn't have become the kind of writer I am if it weren't for the assassination." The assassination left him with the feeling that he had lost a "sense of manageable reality" which made him more aware of "elements like randomness and ambiguity and chaos." It is these feelings that DeLillo would later convey in the character of Nicholas Branch in Libra. Branch must come to terms with his own feelings of confusion and self-doubt while investigating the death of Kennedy and the conspiracy that surrounds it. DeLillo expresses these feelings of…
Days and nights would pass by with Barbara unable to spot any difference in between. The routine had been formed; she’d wake up, go to work, visit the elderly house, return home to sleep. Repeat. Barbara at the age of 30 was worn out and exhausted. Her mother’s death had scarred her deeply, her children hated her and her husband had left her for some woman he had found at some bar.…
Oresteia’s been in shock since she shot her mother. She and Marcy’s gnatty little sister are about the same age, so I asked Marcy to babysit when Hella needs a break or other duties. I still get horny when I think of gnat girl.…
The moon was full, but the sky was cloudy, and so it was nearly too dark to see as Ivan made his way across the field. This far away, from the trenches and his fellows, no one would see him partake of his last roll of tobacco. It was a precious commodity, a treasure that the others would harass him for until he gave in and let everyone have a taste. Or rather, let everyone have a taste until Fat Vlad got ahold of it and bogarted it for himself. It was his last cigarette, the last one he might ever get, and so Ivan intended to savor every last acrid kiss.…
“Have you ever tried something you did not know you would like?” I have and now I’m hooked like a fish. I don’t want to stop this sport. “Basketball”…
The following Monday Scout and I walk to Mrs.Dubose with Ivanhoe in my hand I knocked on the door feeling queasy. “Mrs. Dubose” I called. Jessie open the door for Scout and I. “Is that you Jem Finch?” She said. You got your sister with you.…
Ok. I've been wanting to write this for a while because I'm a crazy fangirl now :D Here is my Mayor jones X reader story. It's a little bit short. I've made an M rated version .3. . I'm sorry. I had to. My ovaries needed it ._. Anyways.... Hope you guys like it. If your not ok with reading about kisses or snuggles, i don't recommend this. Also Italic text are your thoughts.…
Remember those stories that you always told about that special someone? Or even so laughing with that person and creating memories. Well you must have that someone and whether they were a good or bad impact you’ll always remember them. I must admit I don’t know a lot about the person who I think will always be the most important to me. What I do know is her sight, voice, and smells will never not be with me or even not have an influence on me till this day.…
Sadly, I can connect to the narrator’s creepy crush. When I was in middle school, I had the biggest crush on a neighborhood boy. I guess you could have called me a low-key stalker similar to the main character in “The Bass, the River, and Sheila Mante”. The narrator had a very creepy and awkward crush on his attractive neighbor. He hid in the bushes during a party her family was having to watch her. He did everything in his power to get the girl to notice him by showing off his swimming and diving skills even if there was the just slightest chance she was paying attention. The boy would also watch Sheila in her bathing suit at the pool, admiring her figure. We can tell that his crush was both creepy and awkward because of the fact that he barely…
(A deep, lush forest situated on the outskirts of Salem, Massachusetts, during the spring of 1692. Trees are scattered about, with dark green leaves that hang down gracefully from the trees branches. A slight breeze sweeps through the forest, causing the leaves to sway and a chill runs through the air.…
The Queen’s wrath he kept saying as we flew from the Queen’s grim, dismal, displeasurable for anyone who enters with bad notice, unwelcoming castle. Why he kept saying that repetitively I don’t know while flying the Queen’s black dragon. That could almost represent a black hole that light couldn’t go through, and the dragon's scales every time it took a breath would open up a glow of green as like if it was irritated blood. I asked the man his name he says with a murmur voice “The Queen’s wrath”. Since he said it so many times it repetitions in my mind as if I’m studying for a grammar test constantly. I then demanded him say where were we heading in a instance we divebomb to the ground with a swift, headlong straight into a rebel camp. With…
In the second grade, I had a crippling fear of my teacher, who loved to play, “Let's pick on all the students who aren’t raising their hands.” In my imagination, school was where carnivorous teachers scanned the classroom, looking to slaughter the most helpless creatures. And it seemed like this one had clear intentions of mounting my prized head on the wall. This meant that I suffered from a chronic case of rapid heartbeat, timid eye contact, and tense palms that left imprints of red crescent moons on my thighs.…
I know you said you weren't trying to hurt me. I know you said you were trying to do this the best way you knew how. But when you stood there with your knife at my throat, and I begged you please, you still pressed it in. You heard me scream and beg, and you still dug deeper, until you couldn't hear me anymore. You could hear the blood gushing to the floor, the universe's way of saying you'd fucked up. But you'd already ripped out my throat, you couldn't go back from that.…