Capulets-Personal Narrative

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.

Eventually, Ellen became exasperated by the group and stepped out onto the balcony where she was able to escape the maelstrom of yelling. However, she did enjoy speaking her mind on the topic of the New York upper class and how she wanted to become part of it. Unfortunately, Mr.Beaufort joined her a few moments later, breaking her temporary tranquility. Ostensibly, he appeared calm and had a conversation with Ellen about her home, but his intentions were gradually unveiled. It started with his sudden comment on Ellen’s hair, calling it gorgeous. She thanked him awkwardly and took a step back from him, only allowing Mr.Beaufort to take two steps forward. Soon afterwards, he engaged in a conversation about Mrs.Struthers’ paintings and how beautiful they were, but Ellen knew that he was a dilettante of the topic, for she had known that most art in Europe would triumph over any of the art in this house. Oblivious of his true intents, he seized this opportunity to come closer to Ellen and clasped his hand around hers. He asked her if she still kept in touch with her husband and if she was currently seeing anyone in New York, stumbling upon all his words. The tension in the air was palpable and Ellen only did what she could; she gave him a smile and said that she needed to step inside, leaving him on the outside. Her heart pounding, she dashed off the balcony into the house, thinking of the look on Newland’s face when she informed him that she would be going to the party, which was now elucidated. She sat down at the table with the Duke and Mrs.Struthers and finished her dinner. After having a few more drinks she began to feel a bit drowsy, so she thanked Mrs.Struthers for having her and concluded that besides her strange and revealing encounter with

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath for the umpteenth time. Once again, while balancing on a rolling ladder I had so clumsily managed to drop a book on the thankfully plush carpet of the used book store. Unfortunately this time I drop it on a patron. But what the

In addition to the black Armani suit, Michael wore the Italian-leather shoes and white silk shirt exceptionally. Because he had loosened his finely striped silver tie after carrying her into the office, it was the only item of his clothing out of place.

“Take it do as I ask” I insisted to Elie (pg.75). I wanted to give my only son our family’s inheritance, but he was refusing to accept it. I take one long look at Elie, observing of his face. Although I was shaking with fear I put on a brave

The Mashed-Erpice One particularly bright, sunny day, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and squirrels chattering. It was New Year’s Eve and I was going to have a party with my family and friends. I looked at the list of foods I was going to prepare for the party. This year, we all agreed to have a Mexican-themed food party. I checked off the foods I made and the last necessity was guacamole. I looked up the recipe online and the one that caught my eye was the famous Chipotle Hand Mashed-Erpiece Guacamole. Two ripe Hass avocados, one teaspoon of lime juice, two tablespoons of chopped cilantro, one-fourth cup of finely chopped red onion. One-half of finely jalapeño, and one-fourth teaspoon of kosher salt. Simple, right? That’s what I thought until I made the recipe for a disaster. I took out two avocados, lime juice, cilantro, and a few jalapeños from the refrigerator. Then, I pulled out a red onion and a glass container full of a white substance in them. I also pulled out a medium-sized bowl and wore an apron. I felt ready. I cut both of the avocados in half and removed the

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended. -How long have you been aware of these encounters? –a pensive Thor asks him -We’ve only picked up some strange readings that resembled Loki´s the day before, we

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

" The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams."- Oprah Winfrey. This quote meant a lot to a 13 year old youngster named Jared, who lived in the most impoverished town within Cambodia. To be quite specific, Jared resided in an old, rusty village, during the year of 2001, that he'd been living in since birth. His greatest aspiration in life was to become a geneticist. However, he did have a few roadblocks, such as poverty, and zero education. Whenever unoccupied, he strived to pay his Grandma Seda a visit at her senior citizen home, which was funded through the Cambodian government. Speaking of her, Grandma Seda was 96 year old lady and happened to be the grandmother of Jared. She was located at a senior citizen home 20 miles away from Jared's home. Six months ago she was diagnosed with leukemia and slow organ failure. Since her diagnosing, her health has been deteriorating rapidly.

I was starting to worry, it is getting dark out.” She told me kissing my forehead. “Now come help me with dinner.’ Taking my hand and dragging me away, but not before I could see the smugness of my brother’s face. I sent him a glare before making it into the kitchen. The rest of the night went on, and rather like other nights when we’ve been together. We sat down, ate, and talked. Nothing particularly special about the rest of that night, excepting George’s visit. Still though, this was one of the few occasions we could actually all come together. At least one that was enjoyable. The next morning was one I was genuinely looking forward to. But when I woke up hearing Mum calling me. So I had gotten dressed, in a skirt this time, in an effort to silence her. I left my room expecting to see my mother making breakfast. But instead seeing two officers of sorts, waiting at the open door. With my mother and father standing in front of

There was a carnival going on and i didn’t want to miss it plus there would be so many kinds of wine that there would be and that i can drink but with all this coughing i don’t know if i should go or stay here in my house but i had to go because i found this good costume to go with mine personality.I was on my way to the carnival with my costume looking like a jester and it’s going to be funny to see how there faces are going to be. I made it to the carnival and i have drank a lot of wine and now i can feel myself right now there are so many people here and now i having fun i already had 5 cups of wine and there are more to go.i was going to go somewhere when i bumped into someone that i knew it was Montresor what was he doing here i thought

Sylvia rechecked herself in the mirror before standing up to greet him. She had on her powder, makeup, and jewelry, but she still didn’t feel ready to meet him. She never did, honesty. When they decided to spend more than a few dates together, he’d given her two rules: no touching him when he wasn’t ready, and always be in drag whenever they met. She had no problem obliging to the two rules; for someone of his stature, being with her wasn’t ideal. But even standing ten feet apart and decked up for a night of performance, she held her arms close to her.

Awaiting the young hero's return the goddess couldn't help but stare off rather absent minded as the thoughts of the previous entangled within her brain. How would he react upon seeing her after all this time? Better yet, how would see? Seeing her beloved after such a long period of time; if made her heart beat nearly from the confines of her chest. A long sigh escaped her lips while the wafting smell of siring fish danced along the airwaves of the small one bedroom apartment, just across from the kitchen sat a table set for two with a rose in the center. It was romantic; she hoped. Dressed in a little black cocktail dress, and up-class converse green wedges. The lack of heels were, if only secretly a backup plan should he return with another

Well here I am just laying here, waiting upon my near death to come I guess this is what I get for going after a criminal without any form of backup, where did I go wrong on this mission (flashback come back to figure out)