It all started when I found her autobiography. I had understood something was up. Nevertheless, as I stared at the open page, I noticed that the ink seemed to shine, fresh from the pen. At the bottom, I saw something that made me sigh as my heart got warm. A signature. Her signature. I harked back to the cold winter day I saw her, passing her on the street. She had stopped to help me pack some gifts into my car. I imagined her sweet voice calling out to me “Do you need some help, sir?” The female's voice rang out like a warm sweater that formed in the wind and wrapped around me. As she helped me lift the weighty gifts into the car, I finally got a look at her face. Her nose and cheeks were a light red from the cold. Bits and pieces of her hair had fallen from her not so neatly placed beanie …show more content…
“What’s your name, stranger?” I had laughed lightly, trying not to let my nervousness show. “Elane. Elane Duff, though most people call me Duffy.” It made sense now. She had an autograph on her sweater that I had assumed was a celebrity I had never heard of. “Why do you have your name on your shirt?” I chuckled. She let out a few giggles before saying “It’s a decent way to keep a conversation going.”
"That's an agreeable reason, I suppose." I laughed as she shoved me playfully. I shook my head as the geriatric lodge scent filled my nose again. Now was no time to have a flashback. Elane was alive and hiding, though I wasn't sure why. I wandered over to her shelf of books, hoped that I would find something, anything, that would help me find her. I drifted my fingers across each title as I finished reading them. "C'mon Elane. You could've at least left me more than some biographies and history books." I sighed as I continued searching for clues. I grabbed a book and opened it, listening to the pages turn. I turned back to the front and looked at the epigraph, hoping maybe there was something there. Surprise! There wasn't. I couldn't help but
APiper dropped the paper bag on the granite kitchen counter, balancing her cell between her shoulder and the crook of her neck and continuing her conversation while she began unpacking the numerous bags of groceries. • You have to go with us, Diane - Piper protested into the phone while pushing almond milk into the fridge- Alex won’t enjoy her birthday if you aren’t there. • I’m sure Al with prefer to spend a romantic couple of days with her girlfriend – Diane replied sarcastically with a snort – than having her mother tag along. • We traveled a lot this year.
She wanted to thank the other one. Disappointed in her current condition, the Fae, 43 in human years but roughly the mentaly capacity of a 12 year old (for Fae live for a very long time) stared at her new and curious looking
“Or perhaps you were in search of them,” he snarled and jerked his hand to his right. The green crystal luminesced Gemma
“I’m not sure what to say to that,” I admit. I decide to let this drop too. “You amaze me, you know that. I wish more of the brothers had women like you.” “You’re biased Kane.
“You need a lift someplace?” I asked her. Her body, her face, and her eyes
She also carried a small bouquet of white lilies with her. “Do you want to go somewhere? To talk maybe?” she asked, placing down the flowers. I nodded, and we began strolling into who knows where.
It drove her crazy so she hunted me down. It said, “Thank you for all you have meant to me. For making me happy all these years. I am signing this letter with love, of course, but more than that, with gratitude”(171).
Blurryface 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.
Sweat pours down my armpits, and chest as the young bloods of Young Justice take on the unyeilding Black Canary. We throw everything we have at her, but she easily defeats us- through divide, and conquer. Stepping up to the plate, my instincts take hold of my body, and execute a backflip; just as BC 's roundhouse comes swerving in. Timed to perfection, I narrowly avoid the vicious attack, and land gracefully. Is she trying to seriously injure us?
A fleeting memory, like a butterfly’s wings endlessly fluttering in the playful wind, it flees before my eyes, never to return. Gently closing my eyes before the glaring street lights that seemed to beckon me through the thick windshield, my fingers slowly gripped the steering wheel, my mind soon plummeted into an abyss, which I could not comprehend. ‘Mr. Kuroko, you will be assigned to a different department starting tomorrow. Please read this to fully understand your new work, as well as your new superior.’
The work is getting bigger and bigger now as I had taken the position as director in one of the most influential company in the world, Forte Corporation. At the beginning, I was just like many fresh graduated students, naïve and excited to encounter many challenges in the notorious world of workaholic. I was fortunate to have a great result in my result and because of that reason, without any signals of fear and anxious, I applied in Forte’s as an assistant manager. Days and days, I kept on praying and meditating with my fullest heart for my success in applying the job. My mind was like in haze, I could not see anything clearly in front of me and my heart was palpitated strongly which like it would jump out from my body.
Essai. " It was strange for him not to respond immediately, as he always seemed to be seeking attention. Confused she paced around the house, checking the kitchen, his room, and any other place that he might be hiding. " Essai, this isn't funny.
Do you ever just feel like ripping someone limb from limb and tearing into their flesh? Oh, of course you have. My urge to do so continues to grow, stronger and stronger every day. Ever since I bit that little girl, white padded walls are all I see.
I was an accident. I was born eight years after my sisters, Casey and Becky. Becky, twenty-eight, and the oldest, took care of me; I became her real life baby doll. And Casey, twenty-six, well, she ignored me. And still does.
“Thank you,” she penned in her sloppy cursive writing. “No problem, Chastity,” he stated softly, pretending just for her to settle into his maw. She wrote on the theme again and handed it to him and he read the words in concentration. “How did you come here?” She dropped a line.