Cheek kissing

Skin to skin contact, force enough to make me fall back two steps. I snapped out of my frozen state to see who exactly took a hard hit to my cheek. Jackie. Dizziness took over me, Jackie and a man, whom I believe was Walter, the helicopter pilot, helped me get settled into the seat of the flying death machine. Next thing I know, I am wearing a headset and ready to throw up my past dinner. I look…

Fitzgerald summed this idea up well in The Great Gatsby by saying, “Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry” (57). Even if one didn’t have the means to have the best of everything, it was still expected of them. Myrtle was enraged when she found out her husband didn’t wear his own suit to his wedding. “He borrowed somebody’s best suit to get married in…and the man came after it one day when he was out…I gave it to him and then I lay…

"What are you still doing in bed?" The woman throws open the curtains letting the blinding sunlight fill the room. "Just leave me I don't want to see anyone today" I pull the blankets over my head to escape the bright light. "You have already missed breakfast and everyone is wondering were you are" she says pulling the blankets from my hand and throwing them to the foot of the bed "Now come on, get up" she walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out a simple blue and white dress that Sansa had made…

wondering how she has never felt oppressed by her husband before and why his actions effect her in a new way this night. Though Edna is literally surrounded by darkness, she is just starting to see the light. As a rosy-red color starts to fill Edna’s cheeks while she is listening to Robert Lebrun jokes about nougats with Madame Ratignolle, the passion that she has been hiding since she was younger starts to fill her heart. The “outward existence which conforms” started to give way to “the…

One of the most challenging things I have gone through that I am still facing every day, is losing my dad at the age of four and growing up without a father. I lost my dad on a Thursday, early in the morning, on February 26, 2004, two months before my fifth birthday. We received a phone call that had my mom devastated. I was too young to know what a loss in the family is at that moment, but I knew something was wrong. That day was so vivid,…

An example is - is that Martie Wender immediately attends Sophie’s hurt foot, and while she does this, she hugs and kisses Sophie, then carries her upstairs. ‘’Oh my darling!’, she said while holding and kissing her’’ (Wyndham pg.10) Martie Wender also shows forgiveness as to when Sophie had to show David her hurt foot to get it out of the rock. David recalls that she ‘’nodded slowly, she sighed’’, Because Martie Wender was upset that someone new about the…

Joy is the daughter of Mrs. Hopewell in “Good Country People”. Joy is a thirty-two year old who still lives with her mother on the farm. She has blonde hair and an artificial leg. Joy is also very highly educated. When Joy was ten she was in a terrible hunting accident that shot off her leg. She lives with her mother because she has a weak heart and cannot work. Joy is very rude to everyone around her and especially to her mother. Joy soon understands that she should have treated others the way…

"Laguno Candate!" the hooded apprentice screamed the spell. His orange fiery hair flowed and floated. Snake like, silver eyes squinted with concentration. He struggled to keep up the spell. His sparring partner screamed, as fiery rain plummeted down. His robe caught fire, he dropped his sword and the fiery rain stopped. The hooded boy fell to the ground. Laughing through his exhaustion. His master came over standing in all his daemon glory. "Good young, daemon apprentice. Your spell work is…

"I'm gonna get laid tonight!" I clinked my Lemontini Meringue against Carmen's. I guess I did it too hard, because we both lost a little precious alcohol over the sides of our glasses. The strangers around us probably just assumed I was drunk. But actually? "You are hopelessly clumsy." Carmen shook her head, but she couldn't even pretend to be mad at me. "And, really? What's your plan?" "I was hoping you'd help with that part." My friend laughed. She glanced at her date, Myka, as if to warn…

War is sacrifice. To be human is to sacrifice. When life is at stake, all strength is siphoned from hearts to act against the most powerful human intuitions-to protect loved ones from harm, survive to support them, and help those in need. One carries these instincts from inside a mother’s womb like the permanence of birth marks and wrinkles upon skin. Letters from World War II hold expressions of concern and sentiment, a delicate symbol of hardship for soldiers and their families back home. John…