She had been constricted for treason, but the truth needs
She had been constricted for treason, but the truth needs
Blank, dead eyes stared at the blank death like white walls, the pills had done their job. Lucille Chaleau was now like every other person in the glorified purgatory, Marie de Médicis Asylum. Her mind wobbled unsteady in her convulsing body, her vision became blurred, everything went black. It was simply another 6:30 p.m. With the sun’s rise screams pierced the air, jolting Lucille from her medicated coma like slumber.…
The adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I couldn’t stop despite the fact that my lungs felt as if there were icy shards lodged in my chest. Haunted figures of the men that destroyed my life as I knew it flashed before my eyes as I lept over crates and pushed down trash cans behind me, my path marked by a riddled maze of rotted food and old possessions. The tears in my eyes were no longer tears,but streaks of moisture…
The ground was cold on my bare feet, and the air seemed to cling to me like a hermosa doncella at a pub. I felt the uncomfortable, and depressed emotions that the young man was radiating with as I gently lifted him from the floor. His body was weak and nimble, I could break his bones if I felt necessary. He let out a quiet moan as I struggled to get him off the ground. Two men tugged the oversized table into the spacious room.…
She walked down the cold, dark corridor as she felt the soft and quiet wind run her by causing her to experience an ice-cold chill that ran up her spine. It was merely past six in the afternoon, yet the eerie atmosphere made it appear as if she were standing in the middle of a cemetery at the darkest hour of the night. The hot, moisty air made her clothes and hair cling to her skin. Her hands began to shake and sweat trickled down her palms. She swore she heard someone’s voice whisper her name, but perhaps it was simply the wind.…
"Time for tea, Miss. " Abigail's frail voice rung out, her voice slightly muffled by her quiet knocking - although she had need not to - I was nearly out the door. "Yes, I'll be on my way. " It had seem that this tea time was rather, ineluctable.…
Livia was talking about her dad was chasing a goat through the store. Then the ground rumbled and the people said, “Rumble down, tumble down, great city walls Feel the ground grumble the citizen stumble When the earth shakes, and tumble down, tumble down. Then something happened then the people were scared. The people were so scared they shot in the air so the people would know to fall to the ground and take cover. The people then went back to their usual day.…
1. In this short story, Ursula K. Le Guin writes of an imprisoned child who supposedly lives a life full of suffering so the other citizens may live peaceful and joyful lives. The role “it” serves is an example of the philosophical concept of “scapegoatism”. This symbolism of the scapegoat is what allows the people of Omelas to live such pleasant lives. The child has been put in place so that the majority may live lives full of happiness.…
“Desperta Laka ,desperta!” mommy says shoving and pushing me to wake up. I can’t breath. I see a orange light roaring through my home town Chala , Smoky air, screaming, and an engine starting up. Suddenly my window breaks ,glass shatters everywhere ,I see what was thrown “ Una lanza” weird shape, holes over it ,and bonely looking.…
After the Prologue, the entire story happens on the grounds of Bly, a remote and expansive country estate. The house is old and repulsive, and from the most punctual beginning stage has the air of a spooky spot. We do an inversion and forward with the Governess in finding Bly, both an empowering and baffling space; the Governess feels more incredible outside, where she truly gets the chance to escape and have some alone time, in any case, as the story goes on, the whole endowment feels more claustrophobic. The repression of the characters adds to the story's elevated sentiment relentless weight, since they have beside no contact with the outside world, beside the house of prayer on…
A shy girl named Lenore walked into her first class on the first day of high school. The only available seat was in the back of the classroom with a group of boys. The moment she sat down in that seat, she heard those boys mumble. She heard them saying that she was unattractive and would never be successful. Discouraged, Lenore put her head down on her desk in hopes that her classmates’ sexist comments would hush as the class continued to wait for the teacher to begin the lesson.…
It’s that time of year again, the Carnival. I have had a sufficient amount of drinks and proudly sub mounted a conical cap with bells to resemble the facetious clown-like theme. As I was consuming more wine, I saw a familiar figure approaching me with a slight smirk. My eyes paused trying to inspect who it was; however, my slightly inebriated mind spoke: “Montresor? My, my i haven't seen you in ages!”…
A long time ago, people never slept. Their brains and mouths kept moving all the time, until Dawn came along. From birth Dawn was a mindset leader. She was also beautiful and kind. The gods were very pleased with Dawn.…
Those who have seen into the nothingness of the void, as I have, know that this millennium, perhaps even this century is mankind’s last. We have too long ignored the idea that there is more to the universe than what rationality and science can explain. Now, with all of our knowledge we can do nothing, I can do nothing, to stop the impending demise of our race. We are finished as a species, our tale, long past its climax and entering the end of its final act; the knowledge of why this is to come is contained within these pages. Be warned however, that upon knowing this cryptic knowledge, long hidden by the cabals that seek to keep us complacent, and now hunt me, there is no turning back.…
“What do you mean?” Cross asked the man as he looked to see if Galius wore or held in his hand something that this man might want but he saw nothing unusual about his friend. Ignoring Cross, the stranger continued his conversation with Galius. “I’m sure you won’t understand how you will die, however, you do have the right to know why.…
The Heroine and the Heist It seems like time is ticking in slow motion. Alarms are ringing in my ear. Tiffany and Co is going into lockdown. “We need to take the dosh and run!”…