Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

I spent most nights thinking about her and how she was no longer existent. A stone replaced her with her name engraved on it. I stared at it feeling unsatisfied because she just meant so much more in my eyes. She was now lying down still with a stone above her head showing the world she once lived. I found it odd how all-living things become objects or some historical monument at the end of their lives. Something stationary that people admire or reflect on. I found myself crying one late night…

for you and turned you into a short old woman. At least, that’s what she told me; I had no reason not to believe her. My step-father was babysitting me because my mum had been called into work last minute, and she left in a hurry, giving me a quick kiss on the head before she left. After she left, my step-father wanted me to make coffee for him. “Daddy, how do you make coffee?” I asked, genuinely curious. It was hard to do something you didn’t know how to do perfectly on…

him, it was as if a probable eternity had passed, and in that eternity Leorio had shown him that there were stars lurking just behind his eyelids. Kurapika propped himself up on one elbow, a little alarmed by how tired he was, and raked his sweaty bangs off his face with a strengthless hand. Everything had gone low-lit and hazy in the aftermath, and he felt — not different, exactly, at least not in any concrete way. Nothing had changed, but it was almost as if he’d been wrung-out, somehow, and…

The monster hadn’t always been there, under the bed. Or maybe it had been. Janie hadn’t noticed its presence immediately. It had only come around at night, when the four year old was fast asleep, protected by the soft embrace of dreamland and the warm wool of her lilac covers. Even if those two forms of safety had failed to do their job, her mother would take their place. Janie knew she would. She always would, Janie’s Mama Bear. Her mother would never have let her Sweetpea be harmed by the…

Elsewhere in the poem, Duffy also uses the verb ‘stabbed’; this has obvious violent connotations, and contributes to the theme of extreme anger throughout the poem. Another technique used to create a sense of violence is the single onomatopoeia of "Bang". Similarly the repetition of the letter ‘b’ that creates the effect of stammering on the last word of the poem is powerful, suggesting both the length of time her heart has been broken and the possibility of a stabbing, violent action towards…

7. Han Ga-in A Famous South Korean Actress, Han Ga-in: In Pursuit of Her Happiness Introduction (more than 50 words) It is generally known that acting career is a rather thorny path to choose. Han Ga-in did the right thing having chosen her path though. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as she met her true love in her debut drama. To say even more, Han Ga-in and her husband are still happy and head over heels with each other. Han Ga-in’s fans hope that their favorite actress will soon…

The 2000 Presidential election was the first time George W. Bush ran for president. He ran against Dick Cheney and won. The electoral votes were 271-266 with George having more. This was a significant election because it was the 4th election in all of American history where the candidate that had more electoral votes did not have more popular votes. In the 2008 Presidential Election first time candidate Barack Obama went against John McCain. Obama was the democratic candidate and John was the…

Malcolm’s car is not in the driveway. I hope his meeting with Lily had been copacetic. I don’t care to be alone, so I knock at Emese’s front door. “Hello, lovely to see you,” she says, and invites me into the foyer. “How are you?” “I’m not sure. It’s been a crazy day.” “There’s roast chicken with tarragon in the oven,” she says, “I’d love for you to join me for an early dinner.” “Thanks.” We walk into the kitchen. The smell of food comforts me. She nods for me to sit, and arranges…

Peter Pettigrew knew he had done the right thing, the sacrifice he had made more than enough to warrant his own feeling of pride. Unfortunately, he knew not everyone—including those who counted the most—would be able to see it that way. Tiny clouds of dust rose as Peter scampered along, determined to not let his aching muscles slow him down. It was hard to gain any sort of fast pace with the space where his toe should have been constantly throbbing. Still, he pushed on, blades of grass…

Augustine still hurt, and shook up, about what she had just heard, continued to run as fast as she could outside across the fields. She knew exactly the direction she was going, there was a special place were she would always go to think, clear her mind, and just relax. It was about a quarter of a mile east of the planation, under a huge oak tree that stood in the middle of a wide open clearing. Augustine, would immediately spot the tree, run to it and as she hug it, she slid down to the tree…