Oh No

we recall, Lady Macbeth informed Macbeth that a little water washed the blood right off their hands, and now, Lady Macbeth does not feel the same, “Here’s the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, Oh, Oh!” (V.I.43-45) She feels guilty for all the crimes she helped commit and is now unable to let go. She keeps rubbing her hands together as if to remove the blood off of them. This is important because she acted like the one that was ruthless…

(They go to hug but Ross's umbrella opens. He sits back down defeated again. A moment of silence follows as Rachel sits and the others expect her to explain.) Monica: So you wanna tell us now, or are we waiting for four wet bridesmaids? Rachel: Oh God... well, it started about a half hour before the wedding. I was in the room where we were keeping all the presents, and I was looking at this gravy boat. This really gorgeous Lamauge gravy boat. When all of a sudden- (to the waitress that…

Another Place, Another time is a story by Cory Doctorow who published the story at the age of 17, he now is an online blogger. The opening of the story is about a young boy named Gilbert, who is very interested by the concept of time. He lives with his father in the summer and Ms. Curie, the housekeeper all year round ( his mother passed away while giving birth to him) and in winter his father heads back to the sea for the rest of the year. Gilbert loves to play outside with his friends, the…

“Oh, bananas!” he shouted in frustration when he saw the sink had overflown. Bubbles and soapy water were covering the kitchen floor. “I have to fix this!” Tom turned the water off and tried to clean the mess. He tripped and knocked over all the bananas…

Hachiro POV: Walking through the forest, I take a whiff of the brisk morning air. It's a little chilly, but overall it's a nice day. Looking in the sky, I notice the sun starting to rise. "Well, NiKe and the other guy...what was his name again? oh yeah, Hanate. They are probably awake by now, unless they are still too drunk." While walking, the path seems so familiar. It's as if I have been here before. The forest suddenly seems to have a dark, animus feeling to it. Nefarious memories flash…

talking to Harry. Ugh, I do not want to deal with him today, but I 'll do it to help out Harry. "Midnight, all right? We 'll meet you in the trophy room; that 's always unlocked," Draco said to Harry. As he was walking away from Harry, he ran into me. "Oh, hey Amalia. Did you miss me?" He winked. I rolled my eyes at his antics. "No, I was coming to see Harry." "Potter?" He spat. "Why would you come to see Potter?" "Because he 's my friend, unlike you. So if you 'll kindly excuse me," I…

you getting in trouble." Brendon getting up and hugging her sister and went out so his sister could start. "Okay, it's only 8:30 I can do this." Dalla checked the time on her phone. Dalla started working on the other outfit for about an hour. "Oh, I forgot I also have to study for that huge test." Dalla almost forgetting her test she had to study for. She opened her chemistry after just one chapter she felt a yawn coming. She looked at the clock and it was midnight. She slaps herself, to…

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me. Oh, yesterday came suddenly. Why she had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday. Yesterday love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday. Why she had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said…

picked up the child and sat down with him on her lap where he asked her if Evan had gotten the bad man yet? Just then, Cera arrived back with a potion she’d concocted with rosemary oil, Henbane, Mandrake root, and several other ingredients. “Oh, great,” she huffed. “Way to wake up the kid, you yahoos,” she chided while looking directly at her Grandmother and…

It was ten to three when Gatsby’s driver pulled up outside Daisy’s mansion. Gatsby decided to wait in the car until the clock struck exactly three. As he stared out his window, a cool autumn breeze blew, catching lost leaves and causing them to swirl in the air like a beautiful hurricane. As Gatsby’s attention moved from the movement of the leaves to daisy’s Vanderbilt mansion, a lump of anxiety formed in the pit of his stomach. The palm of his hands became moist with sweat as self- doubt began…