Like You

gardening and writing in her diary, both of which Miss Prism, her tutor, frowns upon, exclaiming that “such a utilitarian occupation as the watering of flowers” is rather the manservants duty, and remarking absently “you really must put away your diary, Cecily. I really don’t see why you should keep a diary at all” (Wilde 22). Under these suffocating circumstances, it is no surprise that Cecily turns to Bunburying as an escape, and having all the time in the world to abandon her studies for her…

I don’t know what came over me!” I embraced her tightly scared that if I let go she would be gone again. “I’ve missed you so much..”, I mumbled into her tangled hair. “W-What do you mean you’ve missed me? You’re crazy get off of me!” , Blair struggled against my hold. “Silly girl, when you fell off of the balcony.” My poor darling doesn’t even remember. “I’ll take good care of you don’t worry.” I looked at her with pure adoration while she stared back as if I was some lunatic. I”ll make her…

's initiation. That being said, minister 's need to take the tough job. What is the tough job? Managers work the process, but leaders work people. Minister 's are in the "people business" and indeed people are tough to get along with. It seems like so many souls could be saved, but people get in the way! Working with people is never on the top of the "to do" list. Many want to live as Emperor and just dictate what is going to happen. Maxwell reminds us that we need to complete and not…

Why didn’t anything happen in you, Wild Awake? I wanted you to be good, but unfortunately, you were not because nothing happened and goddamn, your main character and the prose was cringe-worthy. Yes, that’s right, my dear friends. Nothing really happen. Yeah, Wild Awake seemed true to everyday life since life doesn’t have an overarching plot, and I would’ve enjoyed it if I hadn’t disliked the main character. It is a mess (albeit, somewhat fitting to the main character’s state of mind). When I…

hurting just like you and me. I looked out the window with a tilted head as the corner of my lips drooped. I was thinking about her funeral. I told you to just back up and take a different path because there were so many different ways to get to her grave. You didn’t listen though. You honked your horn and told them to move out of our way. When my sister and I both yelled “why would you do that?” I added “they were at a funeral!” You screamed “I’m mourning! I’m the hurt one!” And then you…

lighting the stove. “He just doesn’t usually look like that. You’ll see when he gets here.” She straightened up and turned to face me, smiling. “Would you like some tea?” “That would be wonderful, thank you,” I answered with my own smile. Still, I could not shake the odd feeling I had gotten about her words. What sort of man was Mr. Jones? “You can sit down, Mr. Miller,” Mrs. Jones said from the stove. “Ah, yes, of course!” I faltered. “Thank you.” I pulled out one of the wooden chairs and…

come up with a response. “Did you suddenly go mute?” “No, Coach.” “Districts are next week! I can’t afford for you to not have your head in the game! What’s wrong with you?” “It’s nothi—” “Don’t you ‘nothing’…

was. Them being together was, “like their lives were overlapping lines like they had their own gravity. Usually, that serendipity thing felt like the nicest thing the universe had ever done for her” (Rowell 145). This gravity Park depicts is him being able to rise above the ideals of his friends and family. He is so consumed by his love for her, that she becomes a priority over everything else in his life. Park expresses this when telling Eleanor, “Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I…

not Jer. You are not my father, nor will you ever be, so you don’t have the right to call him Jer.” Her hands formed into defensive and protective fists, but they stayed glued to her side. She wouldn’t dare to purposely hurt someone. She sat there wishing that Sterling had that same mentality as he set his hand down on her upper thigh. “No matter what we call him, he’ll still be gone until 3:35.” As his hand slowly crept up her leg, she tensed and stood up. “You know, I’ve actually…

desire for power. She is the first to jump on the ‘murder King Duncan’ train and encourages Macbeth to kill Duncan in order to become king and queen of Scotland. Lady Macbeth encouraged her husband to, “look like an innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t” (Macbeth 1.5.76-77). In As You Like It by William Shakespeare, Duke Frederick is a social monster because he betrays his daughter Celia and his niece Rosalind by threatening to kill Rosalind if she does not leave his home; Celia then…