A Review Of Coo's Nest: A Fictional Narrative

Lola is especially shocked by her brother’s reply because “the word [divorce] had never been used in front of the children”, so she presumes that Jackson

In “The Story of an Hour” we see Mrs. Louise Mallard receives news of the death of her husband. The

Initially, Mrs. Mallard reacts with great sadness over the news of her husband’s death. Knowing that Mrs. Mallard suffers from “heart trouble”, Josephine, Mrs. Mallard’s sister decides to “hint” her the news of Brently’s death in “broken sentences”. Josephine assumes that Mrs. Mallard “[loves]” her husband, and naturally

she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home

"It's okay" he said smiling but it never reached his eyes. It hardly did anymore you noticed whenever there were photos of him in the paper smiling it never reached his eyes. Reasonable enough though he just lost his son of course he is going to hide his sadness people pick apart everything he

In conclusion, Helen had gone through a lot of difficulties after her husband's death. She no doubt was confused herself and couldn’t take step at right time. Helen shows in the beginning that she really care about her children but later on she ignores them and always used to think about Cal. She always

“I’m looking for my wife. Do you know where she is?, “Mr Creswell. Don’t you remember? She died. 3 years ago.

....’ you listen to me,’ he said, his voice deadly calm. ‘The truth is, your sorry mother ran off and left you. The day she died, she’d come back to get her things, that’s all. You can hate me all you want, but she’s the one who left you.’” (39)

“Beautiful names,” said Joan. “All three of them.” She reached out and touched Perceval’s jaw with care. “You’ve experienced such a terrible loss, but you’re not bitter. In fact, you seem like a good soul.”

One of the Detectives name Watson looked at Big Dee with a frown, then he smiled and said, “Okay, Mr. Uh, Big Dee, let’s start over, I’m Detective Watson and this is Detective Stone, first, Do you know what we deal with?” No sir.” said Big Dee. “We deal with homicides and we brought you in because of the attempted murder of a Mrs. Elizabeth Daniels.” said Detective Watson. “Who?” ask Big Dee. “The young lady who you attacked because she owed you money for drugs.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Alright have it your way, Mr. Adams, yeah Steve Adams, I guess you thought we weren’t going to find you.” “I don’t know why they where looking for me, I hadn’t done anything.” said Big Dee. “Excuse me for a second, I’ll be right back.” said Detective Stone. He then left the room. Detective Watson continued to ask questions, after about twenty minutes of questioning, Detective Stone walked back in. He slammed some papers on the table, he stared at Big Dee and said,

A woman entered horrified she said,”Crime, Crime had committed in the Pub.” Moments later, she had fainted and she died

Nestled between a snow peaked top and a vast valley lies a secreted suburban village filled with Tibetans. Each week after meditating in the Zen Buddha temple on the snowy peak, Pralay begins his rigorous walk back down to his charming home. He walks with caution, hoping to avoid the Yeti that lurks in the deep and icy ridges of the range. The high altitude creates a sense of remoteness that Pralay loves, especially in the harsh, frosty winters. When he arrives at his borough he gazes in awe at his beautiful isolated village and the distant monster, Everest. Of the few stores located in the small center the Nepali restaurant with the large pine doors, whose specialty is pink sea salt that they get from the nearby refinery, is by far Pralay’s

"A man that pretty has to be gay! " Happy hollered from across the crowded club. Kelsi laughed as she handed the gorgeous, bartender a twenty and stared at his cock while he struggled to count back her change. Looking back at her friend, Kelsi picked up her beer bottle and pantomimed performing fellatio with it before taking a sip and sliding the bartender another twenty. Taking one last look at his unit, she smiled; looked up into his beautiful, green, eyes and said: " Just keep the change. "

“Wait sir,” yelled the bartender. “I remember there has been one man that has stayed. The man was short with a big beard and a long pointed nose and his name was Adam. Is that who you looking for?” ask the bartender.

“I would like to thank you for getting my money pouch back from that thief,” Emma politely and calmly said. “My dear everyone in this room is a thief of sorts its just some don't realize that they shouldn't steal from women as gorgeous as you.” “Any way you do not have to thank me any honorable man would have done the same,” the man replied. “It would appear that you are the only honorable man in this tavern which means you still deserve my thanks.” The man shook his head in agreement having no idea what he should say next. “I am Emma Griffith and you are?” “I am Patrick Hughes and it is a pleasure to meet you miss Griffith.” “Tell me mister Hughes what do you do for a living?” “I would say I am a collector of fine things which do not belong