Alivia's Ironic Figures: A Narrative Fiction

Large round tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and slid down her freckled nose. Shocked, I gazed at her, searching her tear-filled eyes for a sign of compassion or remorse. Had I

When Trisha saw the boys on the stage, she exclaimed; "Finally, a group of students who can act". Bernice; my sister's best friend, is giving us a ride to school. Because I had a dentist appointment at 1:30 pm. I had to leave school early. The invitation said to go to 117 Donner Creek road in Fresno, but Sinclair couldn’t find that address. Uncle Carl said; "We would like you to come to the reunion", but my mom told him that we would not be able to make it. Wow that is a great idea. I’d love to join you but, I have a softball tournament that

His tongue pushes so deep in her that she cries out. Her hand comes down and she puts them back into his curls. Jada grips him tight. She knows that she is on the verge and goes round and round against his mouth. She whispers his name. He says, “Mmmm…hmmm.”

Gentle hands caressed my face, and I slowly opened my eyes. Hester Prynne's eyes were sparkled with crystal tears, and I moved to sit up and wipe them away, but she pushed me back down.

He slowly got on his knees as tears started to flow from his eyes. She was visibly disgusted at the sight of his crying, sending a powerful kick towards his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He coughed violently as he held onto his stomach. She looked down at him shaking her head as she pulled him up by his head.

Cami had just walked into the room and I knew exactly what was going happen next. “Hey Cami! We are all going to dress up tomorrow. Do you want to dress up with us?”

She held back the tears and moved in closer, fumbling for Jake’s hand. The touch of his skin was cold—like death and it made her insides churn.

“y/n please that can't be the only thing you feel i know you love me.” peter stopped and stepped forward. I took a step back but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and kissed me.

Get me home this instant! And get me some Giorgio Armani fast or this cotton’s gonna give me a rash! I have very sensitive skin you know! Needs to be taken care of! I also need a cute hat, something to cover this mess I know have to call my hair!” Hazel thrust the sweatshirt back at the girl and looked down at her expectantly, “So? Home? Chop, chop, I’ve got a birthday party to get to!”

She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.

"I heard what happened in Mrs. Johnson's class," he smirked, going down to kiss her neck. She wanted so badly to push him off, but she'd be in trouble if she did, yet it felt heavenly to

In An Hour with Abuelo, Judith Ortiz Cofer tells a story about an unappreciative grandson named Aturo, that is forced to visit his Puerto Rican grandfather in a nursing home in Brooklyn. The main theme of Cofer’s story is that you can have a fulfilling life, even if some of your hopes and dreams are crushed. The author conveys the theme through irony, and how it shapes the characters. The main example of irony in the story is when Aturo asks abuelo if he’s writing his life story, and he actually is. Aturo asks, “What are you doing, Abuelo?

Azairah easily melted into him. It was the first time another human being had ever made her feel this way and it startled her, excited her and the selfish desires in her heart only wanted more. Her eyes closed as his lips embraced hers. Azairah kept her eyes closed, not that she could open them. The exulting, overpowering ecstasy of their first kiss that filled her core allowed her not to open her eyes but instead to stay there in his arms and let the moment soak into her. It was a rush and as he spoke against her lips, kissing between each word, he still managed a way to make her smile. "You're doing quite well for someone who hasn't kissed a woman in while so he claims," she said, not helping but to tease him as he'd teased her. "Hmm? What's this?" she spoke again through his words and affections. Azairah's dreamy eyes opened slowly. "And exactly how long have you wanted to kiss me, Kyle?" The sudden obnoxious applause pulled her back into their reality but swiftly Kyle moved with her, returning to their table. "Trust me... I know you won't betray me, love. You know what I could do if you did," she said cupping his cheek with one of her warm hands. Though before she could say anymore Kyle was on her

Jonas looked at her as he tried to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat. So many tears were shed today and so many more to come.

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.