She stumbled and glared at me, but the fear in her eyes overpowered her anger, making it more of a helpless plea. I grinned. Her eyes widened. The warm water ready to pull us to our doom, or so it seemed, rushed past my feet, I held onto the sides so we wouldn’t slide down on accident. The water seemed cold compared to the humidity of the room, forcing me to be warmer than usual, and sending chills up my spine. He looked at the monitor of the slide’s exit and mumbled something under his breath, to low for my ears, then stepped behind me and pushed the slide, so I was sitting on the right, Annika hadn’t moved a muscle, “not that she had any.” Her eyes still saucers. I bit my lip, holding in a
Lakesha was in a good mood at the beginning of the shift. LK then walked in her room whiles staff was getting her 8pm meds ready. Staff went to Lakeisha’s room to administered meds, and discovered that LK has scratched her left arm with the fingers. LK, started crying when staff wanted to know what the problem was. Staff ask LK what the problem was and if there is anything she can do to help. LK told staff she didn’t scratch her arm on purpose but, she was just frustrated at the time. Per staff Neshe Hillard checked her nails and notice LK needed her nail clipped so she did that right away. LK also stated she already had an old scratches from previous days and she tried to scratched some more. Staff was able to talk to LK to calm down, then
Elaine breathed softly as she stared at her reflection. She was wearing a barmaid dress and although it was too revealing for her taste, it did not bother her as she had important things to worry about. She stood from the chair she was sitting in; however, she did not exit the room. Instead, she applied a light hand of powder on her skin and pinched her cheeks to add some color to her pale face.
Harry wasn’t sure when he first noticed her. It always seemed to him, at least in his mind, that she simply appeared in a brilliant flash of light. Forever changing him and the way he saw the world.
In the Diane's house, I walked out of the garage house and I saw a wander puppy in a street next from me, and it came forward onto me. It looked a tiny gray on the black oil on the shine fur coat and a clearly white on the mask of placed over the snout. His golden almond shaped eyes around more shiny, like as god.
I knew it was a dangerous thing to do, but I had to do something. I am Hannah Jean Grooms the third. The young, 21 year old, preacher's child. The absolute most loved by the community, for the most simple thing ever. I saved a person from a blistering fire, nothing at all right? Then everything changed.
She looked at me. I felt my legs give out again. She ran to me.
I as a reader enjoy reading, however I do not do it as often as I would like. I always have trouble starting books, I would say that the first five to chapters are the hardest to get through. I admire how with reading you are able to make your own depiction of what’s happening, instead of seeing what others envisioned. To me a great book must have twists and turns to keep me interested. I love being able to get to know the characters, feeling as if they are apart of your own life, being able to see them as almost a friend in your own life. Taking their life lessons and putting them to use in your own. I like more romantici books where they have to get over many obstacles to obtain their great love. I also enjoy reading about a character who is able to turn their troubles around and become better than they once were.
Karen looks away, with her exubrant eyes, You could see her eyes, dancing like leaves falling on a windy night. Richard became redder every second, His mind racing. He could even think because it was racing so fast. He knew that was coming but yet he could feel like someone actually cared enough to give him a valentine gift only you find out that it is nothing. He remembers thinking “How could you be so mean? What happened in your life that made you like this?” As his mind is racing trying to find a thing to say. He can't deciede if it is going to be nice or going to be hurtful. He wants to say something so mean that will make you run off crying. There is that other side of richard knows kindness is always best. He remembers reading this qoute
Go! We tear through the red starting line into the light rain. Then around the corner back into the seventh and eighth grade wing of the building. First stop: Mrs. Kuehlke’s room. In her room we got partners and mouthed directions to each other. It wasn’t too difficult, but it was very eye-opening to how difficult it is to communicate while having a speaking disability. Afterwords we went to Mrs. Tyvoll’s room. In her room we had to dress and undress ourselves with only one hand. I wasn’t very quick but I was very successful. On too our third and final stop: Mrs. Flim’s room. This activity was easily the hardest. There were two messages on the board and we had to write them with our non-dominant hand and then our mouth. It was the hardest because
The night was still and the nuns in Toki’s dormitory breathed deeply during their slumber. Eerily synchronised, their peaceful dreams danced upon their faces like sunbeams on a warm summer’s day.
In Auggie’s room, Auggie sits at the desk growing increasingly annoyed by his computer, Karen.
I am in a hospital I thought to myself as I came into consciousness. I push
Malise took deep long breaths as the doors to the room opened and in walked Adriana and she said, “Malise are you okay?”
‘This?’ Yuki thought to herself ‘This is really what we sat on a bus for 8 hours for?’ She knew that this would be her new home at least for a while. She coughed loudly and Mother looked back at her concerned, but Yuki looked at her as if to say that she was okay.
A Room of one’s own is an essay by Virginia Woolf which was published in 1929.The essay is usually seen and studied as a feminist criticism text and is a series of lectures delivered by her at Newnham College and Girton College in Cambridge University where she was invited as a guest lecturer. In the essay, Virginia Woolf talked about the place of women in literary circles of the society and how they are marginalized by the patriarchal society. The topic of her thesis was Women and Fiction. This essay presents the reality of women writers’ condition in late 19th and early 20th century but with the help of an imaginary background and setting. Her thesis of that “a woman must have money and a room of her own” if she is to write fiction. That