Damien stared at the anticipating darkness that waited for him beyond the driveway. Sobs racked his thin body, making him shake as he hunched over the steering wheel of the old car. He tried to calm himself but failed, instead continuing to cry out into the quiet summer night. No one heard him, and he wasn't sure whether he wanted anyone to. He straightened himself, fumbling for the keys. After inserting the keys into the ignition, he listened to the truck's engine come alive. He sat there, trying to reassure himself before slowly pressing down on the gas and pulling on the road. Accelerating along the empty road, Damien didn't even bother putting on the radio. He considered putting in one of Corey's mix tapes but he decided on the sound of …show more content…
"I've always been waiting." Damien sat back, smiling as he watched the story was blossoming, both on paper and in real life. He hoped that if this boy, if he did love Allie would win her over. He really did. Eventually, the two sitting across the cafe left and Damien, even though in a room filled with people, felt alone once again. He felt when he wrote about people, they became familiar, and close. Even if he never once exchanged a single word with him, he knew them. He decided he'd get up to get himself a pastry, digging through the pocket of his jean pockets, hoping that he could scrape enough change to afford one that is. Approaching the girl at the cashier, who he knew by the name of Violet. She was a plump teenage girl, maybe a year or two older then him. She had hair similar to her name, a dark purple mane that she somehow had pulled back into a ponytail. Even though her skin was a warm copper, she seemed cold to most who entered the small cafe, but Damien saw past the bitterness that she seemed to radiate and came to appreciate her humor. "Can I have a chocolate croissant …show more content…
"Well I'm talking to you... " Damien trailed off, gripping the pen in his pocket of his jeans Violet shrugged, her eyes, the colour of crushed coffee grinds, look bored as she looks beyond the windows of the cafe, to the streets where people and cars alike hurried along. Violet always seemed to be looking beyond where she already was, as if she was dreaming of escaping the doors of the cafe and into the world where there was things that were far more exciting then hushed conversations and the aroma of coffee. Damien stifled a small smile before heading back to his spot in the corner, where his only companion was his notebook. His warm, rich croissant now a distant memory he begins to write once more. At first he's slow, pausing, reassuring himself of each word he printed but as the minutes past he fell into a haze. Hanggliding, swooping as he tried to filter his thoughts into the ink before they fell out onto the page itself. It was only when he heard the metallic ring of the bell from the cafe door opening. His hazel eyes widening at who entered.
A girl, who he did not quite yet know, but would inevitably never
The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.
This is the beginning of a new, yet complicated life for Oscar. It is not going to be as easy as it was for him to get girl’s attention when he was seven years old. He met a girl who was weird just like him. They began to do things together and that’s when Oscar was starting to have feelings the girl named Ana. When they would go out to hang out “they headed out to either a
Lance is seventeen when he crashes his beloved blue Mitsubishi Diamante into a tree, gifting himself a nasty concussion, a broken wrist, and a terrifying lecture from his overprotective mother.
Father Damien was born in Tremelo, Belgium, on January 3rd, 1840 (St. Damien of Molokai). He arrived to the Hawaiian Islands in March of 1864, and was ordained a Priest at the Cathedral of Our Lady of Peace. In 1873, his bishop was looking for a few brave volunteers to establish a parish for the lepers exiled on the island of Molokai, and Father Damien volunteered (The Leper Priest).
Have you ever had a father that swallowed you whole along with your other siblings? Cronus a titan, was that father he was part a big family, he died for eating his kids and he has different things that represent him. Titans back in the day were the first to live before the Olympians.
Veronica walked into the kitchen, fresh, clean, and free from the dream of earlier. She wore only a casual outfit of jeans and camisole top. No need to dress up if she had the evening off. She brewed a pot of extremely strong coffee and ate a slice of dry toast as she waited. She never was a huge breakfast eater. She saw an open box of cereal with loose cereal pieces on the counter. She rolled her eyes as she cleaned up the mess and put the box away. The open box was one of her biggest pet peeves.
Katriel Nwene Ms. Canfield English VI. P1 7 March, 2024 Gendered Stereotypes in the Gilead In the patriarchal society also known as the Gilead, there are roles set for men and women that are shaped around the stereotypical ideas of gender. The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood depicts a dystopia where the men in Gilead oppress and dictate women. Men have a strong domination in this society, symbolizing the systematic inequality established in Gilead, in which men dominate positions of authority at the expense of women's freedom and independence.
My lungs filled with oxygen as I drew in a deep breath. I gently closed the book in front of me as my eyes slowly refocused on my surroundings. I felt like I had been drowning for hours and could just now come up for air. Except I didn’t want to. The water that had confined me flowed from a completely different world which I had no desire to leave. I could imagine myself as a part of that world’s adventures and playing a role in the story’s unfolding. A connection had formed between me and the characters, as if I had stood with them and their experiences had become my own. In the moments while I read, nothing had the ability to distract me from their struggles and their triumphs. In chunks their world consumed my time, my emotion, and my thinking.
Countless hours were wasted together, working on assignments, penning songs together for his at-the-time small YouTube channel. They wrote songs about young love, comparing stolen kisses to soft ocean breezes, some of her old poems even became songs to the strings of his guitar. They created entire songbooks together, and Terra felt undeniably elated for the first month of their relationship. Every breath that he whisked from her lungs was a pleasure to lose. Her poems lost their dark edge, words that were once a screaming wish to disappear becoming whispered desires to never leave. For awhile, Terra thought all those dark thoughts that had plagued her were gone.
Francis scribbled in her journal, writing down everything that had happened. About the loud banging underneath her boat and the fact that she was stranded in the middle of Quetico Provincial Parks lake. As she continued to write, the banging suddenly stopped. She braced for them to return, but nothing. She sat there wondering if it would return, maybe it really was in her mind. “No”, she thought,” it felt too real to be in her mind. “But why would it stop now”.
Sara waited for them at the Costa Coffee store across from hotel. She saw John and the children approaching to her site with her smartphone and a regular-size cappuccino besides Tom was speechless when Sara questioned her about the event. Tom told her, “it allowed himself to view unusual discoveries”. Sara responded with a grin. They walk their way towards the night food market for the assorted meals.
Sydney was pacing in her room waiting for Steven. Toni called but she sent the call to voicemail because she was not in the mood to talk to her. Sydney sat on her bed and taunted with the idea of calling Steven, but she knew he was working. She decided to write in her journal, since her friends gave her a hard time about her diary. Sydney sat at her desk and wrote about her feelings.
From the beginning of when they first met to then end where they died together, in the film it shows the three different layers of romantic relationships which are passion, commitment and intimacy, The Notebook illustrated true love. Intimacy played a large part on Allie's and Noah's relationship, they experience relational escalation, from the early stages of attraction to the later stages of involving commitment and intimacy. The Notebook shows the different concepts of intimate relationships, from the social factors and the dynamics of intimate relationship to the stages, and lastly to the difficult task and opportunities of relationships. There were several scenes in the notebook where passion was shown between the two lovers. Through the movie you could see the commitment that Noah has for Allie, he stays by her side in her time of need by being her primary caregiver. Noah’s dedication and commitment is shown by when he reads poetry to Allie
Saving innocent people and exposing the ‘bad guys’ is what heroes do. Bradley Manning did just that when he leaked United States government cables and videos to WikiLeaks. His intent was to expose the killing of innocent civilians as part of the Iraqi war and to inform citizens so that they could take action. He is now imprisoned and facing twenty-two felony counts, all of which incriminate him as a traitor to the U.S. and that could result in him serving fifty-two years behind bars. Manning believed that the U.S. government was committing war crimes and that the world should know about the communiques including video footage that provided evidence of such actions. He does not stand alone. He has many supporters who believe that
Kylar looked to his left and saw a decent sized hill and a slight sense of hope came over him. “I am gonna hike to the top of that hill and see if I can find the highway” he said to her. He opened the door and to his surprise she opened hers too and stayed by his side the whole way to the top. While at the top, there was nothing but darkness and quiet. No cars, no towns or highways in view. Brieanna looked at Kylar and said, “ It will be ok”. Then pulled him in for another kiss. This one was different than the rest. This kiss was calm, no sense of urgency. It was slow and reflected the mood set by the absence of noise and the lack of light. It was in this moment while kissing Brieanna, Kylar knew he had to keep her.