Could it be that you love not me? I lay awake on a freezing night; As cold as an arctic snowstorm, and as dark as a planet with no sun. My eyes were open as wide as a deer's in front of a moving vehicle. There was one thought in my mind, one thought only, the love of my life. Her long silky hair, her smooth, tanned skin, her pristine beauty and her effervescent, godlike personality were all I ever desired; she was as sweet as a honeycomb and as unique as a sparkling snowflake in a vast blizzard. Absolutely immaculate, absolutely flawless was our relationship; or so I thought. There was only one problem, one only; it seemed as though no matter how hard I endeavoured to fulfil her desires, I just couldn't. For I had endured thousands of long …show more content…
As I met her parents, the divine rulers of this land, BANG! Tragedy struck like an almighty hurricane. As I approached Emma's house from a distance I had begun to realize how insignificant I was compared to her family. Their house was absolutely marvelous; They lived in a prodigious mansion which was absolutely extravagant compared to the dump that I grew up in. A sparkling gold fence towered high like the Eifel tower and the path glistened as though it were the walkway to gods majestic temple. At the gates, stood strongly built men who had an extremely bellicose and obnoxious aura about them. As I etched closer, one of the guards aimed his gun at my face and questioned my presence. Loudly, he shouted "what is your business here filthy peasant? " I replied, "I am here to visit my beloved Emma." When I finally stepped inside the majestic palace that my beloved calls home, I was absolutely awestruck. As my beloved Emma led me down the endless halls of the palace, I felt a strong sense of euphoria. It was as though I was in heaven, being led toward the throne of an almighty god, by the most alluring angel. As the door slammed shut behind me, a figure approached from the distance, I felt an intense sense of panic. As the figure drew closer, I realized who it was; he was the supreme ruler who would ultimately decide if my never ending love would last. Nervously, I muttered the words "good evening your majesty" …show more content…
The door slammed shut and we were both on the verge of tears; as I held her tightly in my arms we discussed everything that had just unfolded. What would become of our relationship? Emma's parents despised me as if their daughter was in love with Satan himself. We were both from completely different ends of society, but our love was inseparable, or so it seemed. Emma explained that even though she loved me we were just too different. After hours of conversation, we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant the following day to discuss the future of our love. As I continue to reminisce, I lie wide awake, in a paralysed state, worrying about what tomorrow may bring. I know deep down in my heart that once that shining star dies so will I. Without her, I have no reason to live, no reason to continue fighting the cruel battle of life. Thus, if I lose my one and only angel there will be no hope, no light just a deep dark meaningless void filled with despair and suffering. However, despite the heartbreak and lack of light, I continue to cling to that last bit of thread, that last bit of hope, that last bit of
Ashleigh, you are reading this because you found this in your corsage box. I’m clever aren't I? The real reason I wrote this is because I really want to tell you something that I just can’t in person. You’ve read my letter asking you to Homecoming saying things about why I love you and other stuff like that. There are some things I didn’t tell you though. Now this might get a little awkward but trust me, read through it all. I’ve been through a lot of breakups and when I got with Tiffany I thought that was over. But that night I asked her out, my grandmother told me we were moving to Texas. I was devastated because something I believed in came crashing down the very first day. I’m glad that torture was over, knowing it wasn’t going to work
Today, Herr Dippel complimented my English. He told me I am much improved from three years ago. This makes me happy. Herr Dippel has taught me many things but English he
Alicia is a fairly tall individual standing at 1.78 with a slim body not weighing more then 76 kg. With her height coming mainly in her legs she often towers over people. Her arms are of a regular length going down to her hips. Her hands are very small almost too small in fact because of this she will often hide her hands from others when she can. Her hands aren't the only small part of her her feet and follow the same pattern. She has been wearing the same size shoes since she was 13 a fact she often tries to hide by buying larger shoe sizes and stuffing them hoping no one notices.
Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.
Jane Austen's novel "Emma" published in 1815 and the film adaptation "Clueless" written and directed by Amy Heckerling in 1995 both share a similar interest in maintaining a high social status. Emma Woodhouse of the novel "Emma" and Cher Horowitz from the film "Clueless" are both spoiled young lady living in a high-class society. Emma Woodhouse is part of the rich, upscale society in a large and populous village in the nineteenth century England, while Cher Horowitz lives in a rich, upscale Beverly Hills, California USA. Both of the main characters, Emma and Cher shows arrogance and lack of acceptance to other social class due to their use of power and wealth, which they are unaware of it themselves. Emma and Cher's immaturity has resulted
****"Someone Named Eva" - Written from Eva's point of view, not all event's below are from the actual book**** Late Fall of 1943 Dear Momma, Today I saw the fence. Elsbeth and I were having a picnic in the woods, when I heard the a voice other than hers. It was someone singing a beautiful Czech song, it was refreshing to hear the voice of my past. I began to run, run past Elsbeth, running to the precious voice I longed to be yours.
It was just for one night, thought she as she closed the window. The wind is howling and the rain is conducting a symphony of drums against the glass. She turns around and starts walking across the room, the white carpet is soft underneath her bare feet, as she walks to her chair, fixing up her mess of long, beautiful black hair into a messy bun. She has the hair of a Disney princess and the school thought she's one of the most beautiful girls in the entire class, with eyes of ice and a heart of gold. Underneath the mountain of clothes she has yet to put away she finds a towel and hands it to Roman. He takes it from her, their hands lightly touch and he flashes that million dollar, white as snow smile. His dad must be drinking again. Why else
It wasn’t enough that at sixteen, Ava’s life had become as gray and bleak and lifeless as a winter tree. But, the day she was bitten by a fox, she knew things could only get worse.
I’m holding my beautiful wife in my arms on the living room floor, I’m running my hand across
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The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of
“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,
Though written over two centuries apart, the protagonists in Jane Austen’s Emma and Amy Heckerling’s Clueless, are very much alike. They are strong female characters of a certain social standing, that are expected to abide by a particular set of rules and adhere to societal norms. Unlike most young women, Austen’s Emma and Heckerling’s Cher are able to disregard social expectations¬ — like Emma’s idea of marriage, and Cher’s idea of sex — simply because they are privileged and socially stable enough to do so. In this way, both young women simultaneously embrace and reject the principles of female social expectations of their specific time periods. Both Austen and Heckerling confront the belief systems of their readers and viewers through characters that do not act “appropriately” within their respective social environments.
I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”
Emma Woodhouse, who begins the novel "handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and a happy disposition" (Austen 1), suffers from a dangerous propensity to play matchmaker, diving into other’s lives, for what she believes is their own good. Despite this, she is a sympathetic character. Her matchmaking leads only to near-disasters and her expressions of remorse following these mistakes are sincere and resolute. Jane Austen's Emma concerns the social milieu of a sympathetic, but flawed young woman whose self-delusion regarding her flaws is gradually erased through a series of comic and ironic events.