Bridgeport was one of the finest cities. And in a fine city, the finest of people are the ones who are famous. And the finest person in Bridgeport was Sakura Lee. Sakura was a fortune teller. She had long black hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. She was quiet, yet famous for her predictions. Some said Sakura was a fraud. But Sakura had heard it before. Her father had once been a fortune teller, and people had dismissed his crazy theories. Yet, they were always right. Sakura lived alone in her step-mother’s old mansion. Her step-mother had always hated Sakura, because Sakura could make anyone smile. When Sakura had turned 16, she had told her step-mother that one day, “a eerie accident would end her life.” Soon enough, Sakura’s step-mother …show more content…
You didn’t seem like yourself. I realized he had tossed something away. It was a glass vial, old and cracked. He must have sedated you. Later, I saw him come out alone. He seemed pleased. But, the worst part of all was this.” Lilly stretched her hand out, revealing a glass vial. Inside was a long, black hair. Sakura understood. The man she had met hadn’t collected butterflies, he collected woman. But, there was nothing Sakura could do. The next morning, when Sakura got up, she noticed that she was putting on some weight. Pulling on her midnight blue robe, Sakura headed to the gym. For two hours, Sakura worked on the treadmill. But, pains and cramps came to her as well. Soon, Sakura needed to stop. At home, the faults continued. Sakura’s dresses felt tight, and she felt nauseas. One morning, a few days after it had all started, Sakura decided to call the hospital, and make an appointment. Getting out a blue binder, Sakura found the contact information for Sacred Spleen Memorial Hospital, then checked the time. 7:45. The hospital didn’t open til 8. Sighing, Sakura headed to the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was Sakura’s laptop. She had mounted it to the desk, so she couldn’t carry it around. Sakura didn’t like how people got sucked into computers,
She was a revelation of possibilities in human nature they hadn't suspected. The animal inside of every human being wasn't dark, tormented, savage. It was good-natured, lively, sexy rather than sensual, above all funny." (Rose,
Janie and Micah, long time best friends. Although there’s one catch in their relationship. No one knows about their friendship. When Janie is forced to move away from her home neighboring Micah, it puts a strain on their friendship even more than ever. But when a fire sets Janie’s new house ablaze and Janie goes missing, to Micah at least, all that changes.
Strong winds from the east pulled across the land, bringing dust with it. The grasses flickered in the gusts and filtered the dust. A light dusty haze laid atop the flat horizon that encircled and surrounded the land. Nothing could be seen for miles and for miles. The land and the blue above were infinite.
Her disappointment with her expectations not meeting reality is portrayed in her statement: “In the past, the thought of being in my present situation had been a comfort, but now I did not even have this to look forward to….” (Kincaid 6-7). In the case of Ichiro, Ichiro regrets how he was manipulated by his mother and chose to be a no no boy, and wonders what it would have been like if
After she got all moved into her dorm room, her parents left to go sleep in their hotel room. She met her roommate Laura, but Laura didn’t make a great first impression when she called her parents deaf and dumb and also that Laura decided to sleep naked. Later that night, she traveled to her parents’ hotel room hoping
I am Wiley Hayes, and I serve several roles with Beyond the Bridges Ministry (BTB). My duties include serving as the program’s administrative assistant, managing the central office, and providing direct services to program participants. I have received training to mentor those who enroll in our Re-Entry Ministry, encouraging them to face the long-term challenges of returning from prison to their communities, as well as helping them solve the immediate and practical problems of housing and employment. I have seen how BTB makes a difference for ex-offenders. It helps them put their lives back together, find a place in the community, and put prison behind them.
Childhood memories are always the best part to remember and reminisce about. That’s when everyone is young, innocent, and always only about having fun. But not everyone has the kind of memories that are worth remembering. When the Emperor Was Divine, written by Julie Otsuka, seems to be only talking about a rough time a girl had to go through but it’s actually about how her experiences of the journey greatly impacted her and which made her lose identity.
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
Hoping her husband would come, she loyally wait him to arrive by nightfall. When her husband does not arrive , she start to panic, till Steven enters and comfort her. At this stage, she almost believed that her husband
In her early life, she was influenced by her father when it came to learning. As a young girl, she had many childhood events and a great education that impacted her life. Born in White Sulphur, WV, she was like a walking and talking robot. Her parents were a huge contribution to her success. Her father wanted her to have such a good education that he moved to a different school.
Her town believed she was crazy because of the way she and her father carried themselves, the fact she had never married, and the way she dealt with grief. Throughout her life, her father turned away countless numbers of suitors, even well into her 30s, around marrying age. “None of the
I turned left as I entered the door into a room of the same white walls and grey carpet. I was directed towards the room I would be evaluated in. As I walked through the halls, the walls were littered with posters about the quality of WellSpan’s doctors, insurance, and many other frankly biased corporate ideals. After the maze of hallways, I entered a room on the left. The room was the only way to divert my attention from the impending mental spiral I expected to happen.
Beep… Beep… Beep… Tristian Stewart’s Memorial Medical Hospital was the epitome of thousands of those little sharp “beeps” piercing their victim’s ears when they walked through the white, floor-to-wall covered hallways. Each one, echoing louder and louder as if I were one of its ghostly-pale pr prisoners escaping. Only thing that separated me from them were their long, cascading blue gowns to my choice of a snug hoodie, jeans, and torn converse. I kept focus, as I followed the directions the lady at the front desk had given me. Her snaggletooth distracted me from remembering the difference of taking a left or right at the end of the hall.
She Breathed… that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long……. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of
The ‘Tale of Genji’ is about a lady killer named Lady Murasaki she explores the concept of erotic transference. This is when you have the tendency to fall for people who resemble a lost loved one. In this case Genji is searching for a replacement for his mother. He finds a ten year old girl that resembles his mother. He abducts her and shapes