I am sorry for your loss they said. I must admit it hurts to see that the person you shared most of your life with is dead. Myrtle always said love is hard and exhausting. I never genuinely understood what she meant because she only began saying that recently. Myrtle never pointed out that she was unhappy or bothered but I conjecture, it is partially my fault for not asking. They told me grief is the price you pay for love, and here I am now dealing with her death. I guess everybody has passed though this phase sometime during their life but why me? Myrtle cheated on me, she took it too far. Though I kind of doubted it, I felt like she was not the Myrtle I first met. I remember when I met her for the first time, she was kind and adoring. She changed into a entirely different person.I tried to figure out what was wrong with her but she wouldn't talk.
I am not a heinous person by nature but if I have to, but I can be rude. First off, I don’t know you personally, but I’ve heard of you. Also, no, I’m not good because sometimes life is really horrible, and currently it sucks. Yes, I’m a mess, but I can throw myself together and get through the day. I understand how difficult losing someone close to you is, but I don’t deserve to be guilt tripped by you. I didn’t make any hateful comments about you because I don’t know who you are Abby. Your name was mentioned twice. I said and I quote (because I wrote it), “I wrote that part in the beginning of October because I was incredibly hurt when I found out your new best friend, Abby, was moving or going to Webb.” I also said,
I’m Helen Robinson, Tom Robinson’s wife. There was a timeframe in the book just after Tom was killed, before Helen could find a secure way to earn money for her family; it was a very unstable time for her and her children. Although Helen is portrayed as meek and kindhearted, much like Tom, the overwhelming sadness and pressure may have caused her to break down emotionally, or feel some emotions of vengeance towards a majority of the white community; especially the Ewells.
They say I am a witch. I say that I am witch and that I worked with the devil while under the parris household. I never thought I was with the devil. When I used to flap my arms and mumble under my breath I was merely just talking to myself and doing good deeds. I was not a witch, but I was. See I did not know that I was with the devil until I was convicted for witchcraft. Everyone saw me as a witch, even reverend Parris a holy man. How could I prove him wrong in front of everyone and be seen as I was in the wrong? I was not in the wrong, I was merely doing my job.
The darkness took over every corner of the streets. Squirrels scurried back to their trees, tripping on rocks and stumps as if they’re being chased. But me, I just felt lost. It was like I don’t even know where I’m going or where I came from, just that there is this thing in me that just leads me to that place. A few stumbles later, I felt that searing shock deep in my heart come out of nowhere. That’s when I knew something was about to go down. “The time…what time…” I kept saying to myself, but I had no intention of distracting myself with something else. The only thing in my mind was that place I was going to. My legs walked me over the stumps, by the sewer drainages, and under the overgrown branches, even if my mind didn’t know where I was.
The cacophonic cry of the shrieking bell alerted me to sneak forward. Silently, I strolled through the narrow hallway; taking care not to rouse anyone in their vivid dreams. I felt like an elusive rat, manoeuvring sleekly past obstacles to reach the end. The end – where I would find a succulent, luscious delight. Cheese. But this piece of cheese wouldn’t just temporarily satisfy my tastebuds. It would everlastingly arouse them, leaving a distinct, heavenly aftertaste that would remain there for the rest of my life. From here on I knew; the aroma of Duncan’s demise was nearby.
Have you ever been reading a book and start to wonder “what happens next?” This is called suspense, a state or feeling of excited or anxious uncertainty about what may happen. These stories use suspense to help develop the overall tone of the two stories. “The Tell-Tale Heart”, by Edgar Allan Poe, and “The Monkey’s Paw, by W.W Jacobs, created a feeling of suspense by using cause-and-effect relationships by showing the characters’ feeling of something frightening might happen.
Right now I am on a plane headed to Europe. With me are Jack Hileman,John Shleinz,Grant Williams,Nathan Jolly,and David Beilin. We are almost over the Amazon,when the plane begins to shake then fall. Grant screamed, “What are we going to do?” Nathan shouted in response, “I don’t know you tell me wise guy.” I was thinking to myself that we were going to die. John comes over to me with a floatation device. John was resourceful like that. To save ourselves we all decided to jump out of the plane. When we were out of the plane we decided to swim to the Amazon for safety.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Sudden steps echoed around the hall. I crouched down, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. The steps stopped. Although luck had been on my side for the past hours, it seemed I had run out of
I am surrounded by darkness, confined in a paltry room its contents limited to a bed with a thin mattress and pillow. The air is dense and smells of blood. The brown walls smothered in writing reek of mulch. The only way to get in or out is through a small metal door that is locked from the outside. I feel like a caged animal, my every move being watched. I curl up in a ball on the floor, panic, worry, and uneasily drift in and out of sleep. From what I can tell I am in a mental hospital. The Bella Vista mental asylum, the place where nothing good ever happens. I tremble uncontrollably and hear queer voices in my head.
The Book of Negroes has a clear message about racism and slavery against Africans. The main character called Aminata Diallo was abducted from Africa at the age of eleven and sold into slavery, where she spends the majority of her life. Age is such an important fact in the message of this book, due to the fact that she was a carefree girl until she was caught and as a consequence, she had to grow up faster and had to deal with slavery for the majority of her life, dealing with racism against black people on a regular basis. The purpose of this presentation is to illustrate and analyze the main causes that make the different ages of Aminata throughout the book as one of the most important factors for its development and also the evolution of her as a character.
The woods are scary. But not cause the trees. The creepy crawlies that live there seem to want to come out. Trust me it is not bugs that worry me. Not Poison ivy, although it itches. It 's not the dark. Oh no here they come! I 'm not ready to see them yet! Wow this one is big. go away I am asking nice please don 't cause trouble There are two of you? You guys are so big. Could you be anywhere else but the log right by me! Poison will not be what kills
Halloween, costumes, parties, haunted houses, kids running in the streets. Now 16 is too old for most of those things. So there in the worn out couches of Hayley’s damp basement are 4 friends Lex, Hayley, Lynn and Patty. The outcasts as they're known to the all too small number of students at Hill Park High School. Bored out of their minds they sit in silence with the 4th horror movie playing in the background “Okay, I’ve had enough of this. We gotta go do something.” Interrupts Lex, a tall boy with dark, navy blue hair, Lex a nickname for an unliked title given as he entered the world, Alex. “Well what would you like to do master of great ideas?” replies Hayley “You know my parents will never let us leave this late”. “ The mill!”
You 're a brutal brute who barks at the sheep clothed in your bite marks.
I was frantically trying to open the door as if there was a murder with a knife behind me. But wait, I think this is a little too far into the story. Let`s go back to about a day before. It was a regular mildly warm July day in Illinois. But on that day my family and I were going to move to San Antonio.