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dance with me when I 'm wearing this?" She asks her open hand gesturing to her simple half sleeved navy shirt and jeans, her usual work clothes for Happy Valley Preschool where she was a student teacher. His eyes travel over her body slowly, his lips curling upwards obviously liking what he see 's "I think you 're the most beautiful girl I 've ever met.." He says as he finally meets her eyes again after his slow perusal. Her cheeks turn a bright red and she can 't help but laugh "You 're a…

weren’t for Lilitha, the two wouldn’t be in this type of situation. They wouldn’t be close to death or running for their lives. She was the one who betrayed her family and this must be the goddess’s punishment. In that case, I accept it. She parted her lips to voice out her reassurance, but the sound of footsteps pressing into grass against the silent night, settled a pause to everything. Was it really…? An elegantly dressed woman with long black hair and wintery blue eyes approached them…

relatively easy to flatter the older prelate. A man of erudition, born into a wealthy and renown family with a long lineage of ecclesiastic position, Albin de Saint-Denis carried a stately presence emphasized by a tall, ascetic frame, a noble face with piercing blue eyes which were devoid of human compassion. He took great pride in the upkeep of a thick wavy white mane, flowing gracefully under the four-cornered red biretta cap. Whenever Sebastien met his eminence, the etiquette called for the…

he recognize my name? “Petra, you’re… the only Mahtali I’ve met… who cares.” He winced as he changed his position in the bed, and I repositioned the pillow behind his head. “You would rather... keep me alive than let me die.” I couldn’t meet his piercing gaze. “I’m sorry. This war is—we’ve caused so… so much suffering. Your people...” I paused, uncertain how to continue. How could I possibly understand what this man had gone through? I knew nothing of starvation. When was the last time I had…

I hear the sound of clinks grow as my pursuer closes the distance. I can feel the piercing blue eyes bore into my back. As the sound of the clinking grows, I catch a glimpse of leopard fur in my peripheral vision. Nails dig in to my back and the leopard fur engulfs me as I turn to face my pursuer. When I am released, I am face to face with my grandmother, Mema, looking the same as I have always remembered. Janice Grattidge is a commanding presence that rarely goes unnoticed. Wig askew, a…

the news of her life partner, Brently Mallard's end. While her starting reaction to the news is one of lamenting, Louise is logically aware of her flexibility. "When she deserted herself somewhat whispered word got away from her marginally separated lips. She said it again and again under the breath: "free, free, free!" . The empty gaze and the look of dread that had tailed it went from her eyes. They stayed sharp and brilliant. Her heartbeats beat quick, and the coursing blood warmed and loose…

Comparing Dickens to the MEN In this essay I will be comparing an article written by the Manchester Evening News, about homelessness and a piece of writing written by Charles Dickens, also about homelessness. Although these two pieces of writing are about people living on the streets that is more or less all that they have in common. To begin with the article written by the Manchester Evening News is, despite the chatty style and standard vocabulary quite somber . As well as this the article…

friend and at the creases forming around Marika’s eyes. “It’s your mother,” Marika hesitates and with shaking hands, pushes the tray forward for Reka to see. In a jar, a single bee crawls up an escape route, but falls when it reaches the curve in the lip. Its glass belly, glowing with a golden substance, clinks against the side as it makes another attempt. “Your mother - she needs a memory.” Reka’s wheelchair creaks and exaggerates the silence between the two. She makes her way to the bed,…

Sleep and Dreams Analysis In this log that I kept for my sleeping habits I noticed a little constant routine in my sleep.I would go to bed every night at around 10:15pm and I would wake up at around 5:20am, basically I get around 8-9 hrs of sleep counting the naps. Although I noticed something quite funny, during the past week I had a dream every other night. I think I’m getting enough sleep because I get all the hours of sleep needed. For example I go bed at 10pm and I wake up at 5am and…

Suddenly the sister cries out a piercing cry and alas Mrs. Mallard has dropped dead. In the end, the doctors said she had died of heart disease, but wrongly classifies the death as ‘of the joy that kills.’ Men in that period assumed that females look forward to this life of their assigned…