I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

Genevieve is also the author of the published short story titled “The End” and poem titled “My Fire and Ice.” In her free time, she plays soccer and volleyball. A long time ago, deep beneath the deep blue sea, there was a beautiful cream-coloured shell that lived with her two coral-coloured starfish parents. Shell was happy, but she always felt as if something were missing, as if she were different than everyone else. Unfortunately, different was not a good thing at her school. All different…

Is my reaction one that will relieve the problem, or will it just relieve any frustration? Will my reaction drive my opponents further away or draw them closer to me? Will my reaction elevate the estimation good people have of me? Will I win or lose? What price will I have to…

remorselessly away. A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice. But the other voice never stopped for an instant, even when the girl was speaking. Winston knew the man by sight, though he knew no more about…