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This memory that I’m going to show u. It might be painful and sad because It had happened when I was a Eight. As Jonas lays back he feels sadness all a sudden and he saw drops of tears coming down my eyes and he saw me cry he cried too because it was very emotional and sad. Jonas eyes got wet and it was tears. His tears fell down to the ground. He could feel pain like I did. This day was when my grandmother died for getting home at late time. “How do you feel Jonas.” I said. Jonas said “Very…

to get there. Suddenly, tears sprang to my eyes as a searing pain hit me straight in the abdomen. I felt intensely afraid for myself and my unborn child and I briefly wondered if this pain was a fraction of was it felt like to get shot in the stomach. We arrived at the hospital at exactly 5:00 p.m. and I was carried out of the car and placed on a gurney. Nurses tended to me as I was wheeled toward the emergency room. Pain racked my body as I openly cried out in pain, tears running down my…

brother was laying. He was beautiful and the room was full of tears. My mom was so thankful it was over and my dad was just happy to finally see my brother, Rylan after nine long months. After Kaylea and I got to hold Rylan for the first time, we came out to the rest of the family with our ‘I love my little brother’ shirts to show everyone it was a boy. One by one we took our family members to my mom’s room, they all gleamed with joy with tears running down their faces. My grandpa, a strong and…

“What do you mean nobody knows where he’s at?” I asked the MC. They had called a meeting and wanted to talk to me about Hunter. Lucifer the President leaned back in his chair, “What we mean is after that weekend he sold the house for cash. Apparently his real name isn’t Hunter Hastings, we’ve searched for him high and low, no computer database has him either. Even the college can’t help us, they did help as much as they could by letting access their system.” I rubbed my forehead, it had…

neither gaze at an image of the Cross, nor speak, nor hear other people speaking about the passion of Christ, without falling into ecstasy through a defect of the heart. Therefore she sometimes moderated her sorrow and restrained the flood of her tears…” (de Vitry 218). Margery performs a reenactment of these uncontrollable episodes where she cries and weeps most of the times that she is in contact with divine, whether it’s physically or spiritually. Specifically, in Chapter 60, Margery is in…

bus after calling my mom. The phone call made hearing the news harder. “Paige, it 's Pam. She just passed away. I 'm so sorry, honey. I love you,” my mom said, choking back tears. My mom had already texted my best friend Taylor, and told her I would really need somebody right now. I made the long walk to the back of the bus, tears streaming down my face, but still managing to hold myself together. I didn 't make eye contact with Taylor, who sat across from me, because I was trying not to sob and…

Mixed Emotions The Story of an Hour is a short story written by Kate Chopin that illustrates the unusual, negative, and secretive side of a marriage that is unknown to the rest of the characters in the narrative. Chopin uses many different kinds of literary devices in this short story in order to portray the confinement, freedom, and hope that death brings about for Mrs. Louise Mallard, the main character. The story focuses on the way Mrs. Mallard handles and copes with the breaking news of her…

I am Jessica Catherine Stephens. I am a small leaf apart of a large family tree. I am the daughter of a strong-willed southern belle and a hard-working northern gentleman. I am a mixture of beliefs, styles, and personalities I’ve encountered throughout my life. I am a younger sister to a slowly calming daredevil. I am a proud mother of two, a Cairn terrier mutt named Charlie and an aging sassy cat named Missy. I am a retired girl scout and participant of many sports-none of which I was good at.…

Fears Gotham 's skies had grown dark, almost crepuscular as the rusty sky traced with black clouds full of horror reminded every citizen he had won. Will there ever be a blue sky again? Or a smile on a young child 's face? Will there ever be a look of happiness in the teenagers eyes that wasn 't traced with fright? Scarecrow doubted this and he smiled at the thought. Jonathan Crane wasn 't insane, he wasn 't a maniac unlike the doctors at Arkham thought, if they were doctors at all. He…

burying his face in my chest, tears falling from his eyes. “We need you, JJ! We’re so sorry for neglecting you.” Harry admitted, hugging me tighter. “Please don’t leave us, JJ. We love you.” Vik begged, looking up at me with teary eyes. A pang of longing hit me as the two boys hugged me. I truly missed the love and affection they gave. Tears began to form in my eyes and I fell to the ground, Harry and Vik still clinging to my body. I wrapped my arms around them, letting my tears flow freely.…