Deep Throat

In the awakening of dawn, Ralph sat up on the thin mattress set down on the hardwood floor. He barely got any sleep because of the thoughts that ran through his head during the night. It had been a week since they were rescued from the burning island, and he was finally in the comfort of his own home. Throughout the week, Ralph struggled to close his eyes as the wind whistled through the air. You’d think that after finally being rescued and being in his own home with his family, he’d be thrilled…

downfall, but truthfully Macbeth was not obligated to consummate the prophecies and murders. Macbeth is to blame for the debacle of his reign as king because of the curiosity that got him obligated to listen to the witches. Curiosity get people into deep trouble and Shakespeare shows a good example with Macbeth. Shakespeare gives Macbeth unique characteristics that distincts him from the others. “Then live Macduff: what need I fear of thee? But yet I’ll make assurance double sure, And take a…

went through proved my parents point after so many years of fighting the issue. As I was sitting front row in the movie theater, I was horrified by all the violent killings. As I sit there in my seat, my eyes full of tears, I start to sweat and my throat makes me gag. I see others around me staring at huge screen in amazement of all the…

nape and low on his forehead, seemed to suit his gloomy face and made what had seemed at first an unsociable remoteness into something forbidding.”, “…Roger who carried death in his hands…”, to straight up just yelling, "’_Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!_’"I don’t know if i need to say it but that’s not normal. Through just from one of those lines it’s evident that they are not playing with a full deck and they’re still losing cards. Because I know there is nothing else you’d…

owns. “Sometimes it rose to an aching chord that caught the throat, saying this is…

heroic, or tragic that killed me. I wasn’t hit by a car trying to rescue someone, I wasn’t killed in a war, and I definitely didn’t kill myself. Intentionally at least. It was a simple act of forgetfulness. I forgot my epipen at home, and died with my throat swollen closed. Then came the darkness. I had no idea how long it lasted. It could’ve been seconds or centuries. There was this odd sense of timelessness to it, but eventually, it ended. When I could see, could feel, could…

At each other’s throats ~Vilkas x reader~ Whelps, or new bloods, were the lowest rank in the companions, the ones who were always made fun of and tested for their skill. Y/N was a new blood, a whelp; in the companions. With only a few weeks of practice, she was way better than how Ria was when she first joined! Ria walked up to Y/N whilst she was training, slashing a sword at a dummy. “Hey- uh, Y/N?” She stopped and turned around, lowering her sword and giving her a bland stare. “Yeah?” “You…

Prologue Imagine being dead. Not like the aftermath of death, as in afterlife or being incarnated into a whole other being. But imagine just not being alive. Like a deep sleep, or quietly floating in the middle of an ocean. Aimlessly wondering the plane of nowhere, aware of nothing. Cold and warm at the same time. Then, all of a sudden, imagine breathing again. A sharp ice pick going through your lungs every time you inhale and exhale. Every breath feels like glass. The taste of air on your…

Merlin hesitated outside the royal chambers, breakfast tray clutched in his hands. Though Arthur hadn't said anything the previous day there was no way he would let it go completely. He took a deep breath and willed the anxiety out of his face before pushing the door open. Arthur was already at his desk and didn't look up, focused on whatever documents he was reviewing. Good; maybe he'd be able to escape before the conversation started. "So, Balinor." Merlin's whole body flinched…

always longed for from authority figures. As I read her heartbreaking story, her destructive detonation made sense. I sympathized with Saraswathi as she strived for this peace and redemption. Being influenced by mass propaganda while also falling into a deep depression after her dream of becoming a school teacher was no longer possible, Saraswathi’s choice to join the Tamil Tigers was not a surprise. Her own mother said, “You must go to the training camp. Learn to fight. Become a hero”…