"Well?" I demanded. "Melanie calm down." I glared at my stupid dad, who was currently sitting on his throne. "We don't have time and you know it! We are all dying and it's your fault!" He just stared at me with hate in his eyes. "You do not speak to your king that way. Guards take her back to her room." "You know what? Forget it! I can walk myself out!" I glared at him once more and turned around heading for the stupid doors. It was my dad's fault we were running out of humans to feed off of. In fact I never understood why he wanted to be king. We were all fine, hiding among the humans until he showed up and ruined everything. Sometime I really wish I was dead. I marched down the enormus hallway and headed outside instead of going to my …show more content…
I swear people will do anything to get on my good side, for I am not one of the nicest people in the world. All because of my dad, The King. I turned to my left and headed for the forest. Most of our gaurds were dead and some were starting to. First with the white skin cracking until there was nothing left but ash. Usually animal blood helps us, but there weren't many of them and it didn't help as much as the human blood did. It was dark enough to go outside, so I didn't need to worry about me turning into ashes. I kind a wished I did, but I couldn't guards would look for me and I wouldn't stand a …show more content…
I'm stronger than any of them here, well except my stupid dad of course. But other than that I could take them out. After all I am a three hundred and fifty two year old vampire. As I made myself towards the woods I stopped and turned around. "What do you want asshole?" I turned back around to see if there were any animals near by. "Well if I may, I am kind of hungry, your highness." He stood next to me and smiled at me. Eww just no. I shook my head. "May I remind you that your thirty six years old, and I'm twenty two?" He grinned and shook his head. "I thought you were a three hundred year old vampire but anyway I was not flirting with you. I have some news." I stopped and turned to face him. "Well? On with it Tobias!" He laughed. "Three hundred and sixty nine found dead near kansas city." I nodded. We had found out that someone was killing our kind and for that I was thrilled. "Thank you Mr. Northwood." He growled and glared at me with his glowing red eyes. "I do not wish to be called that." "Aww miss your dead son Tobias?" I smirked at him. "He is not dead." "Whatever, Your one of us now you really think if you found him, he would want you?" He sighed. "Good bye your highness." He turned to leave but I grabbed his wrist. "Look I'm
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People are shaped by the times in which they live and the events they experience. No one can blame, for instance, that friend who is wary of relationships after a bad breakup, or that uncle who won't eat fish after it made him sick that one time. What is true for most people is also true for monarchs. Indeed, the events in 19th century Europe and his early life largely shaped the reign of Czar __Nikolai I__, who had to quash a rebellion immediately upon taking the Russian throne.
A humorless grin strained at Booker's lips, but his expression remained frosty. “You... were... what?” he asked, biting down on each word as though he were ripping the sentence apart with his bare teeth. “Consoling me? Making fun of me? Or are you trying to tell me in some clumsy way that you want me to bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you like a bitch? Is that it? Huh?”
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“Have you been able to get in contact with him?” Bender asked, but I just shook my head.
The next day I walk out my door to find two people stationed outside my door. He knew I would try to go again. My two new guards follow me as I go down to the dining hall for breakfast. Father is already in there eating his breakfast.
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Recognizing her inability to "stop for Death" because of life's frantic pace, Dickinson implies that though she may yearn for his touch, Death routinely escapes her. Starstruck, she disregards Death's inevitability in favor of remarking that "he kindly stopped for [her]," as if he had chosen her especially. She takes up the role of a damsel in distress and suggests that Death had finally rescued her from the frenzied torment. The poet continues to describe her relationship with Death so that the audience associates it with an infatuated girl and oblivious crush, proclaiming proudly that she and Death had been left alone with nothing but time.
I always knew what I wanted in life. I liked to plan out my future as much as I could from what I was going to wear the next day to planning my university degrees to planning my wedding. I am futuristic, its one of my strengths. Planning my future is fun for me. I can tell you what university I would like to attend, what my major and minor will be in university, the city I want to live in, the dogs I would like to get when I move out, all the details of my pre-planned wedding, and what my children’s names would be.
Throughout this essay, I am going to explore how architecture and design can be a mechanism which is able to influence the public and have a control over society. On a daily basis, society is continuously being subconsciously impacted and some may say controlled by factors of architecture and design such as propaganda buildings, public spaces, objects, graphics, films and advertisement. I am going to investigate into how each of these aspects may have subliminal messages within them and what effect this may have on individuals and the general public. It is also important to recognise why certain people react to certain manners of architecture and design and how this may have changed over the years. Human behaviour in society is undoubtedly influenced by the creation and construction of the environments they live, work and socialise in. People, subconsciously, tend to live their lives precisely linked to the way the environments they are living within are designed. Factors, like objects and graphics - such as billboard advertisements, in these environments also have an effect on society and how people behave. Architecture and design have the power to encourage people to communicate with one another, they have the power inspire people to explore different aspects of their cities and/or countries. They can encourage someone to become more active, through clever thought and form. Architecture and design have the ability to influence the behaviour of people in prisons, hospitals,
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