Catalin Monroe: A Short Story

Next, a yellow cocktail music bursts as the cheers of people raised up into the air again. The crowd moved more swiftly around the garden, flowing, dissolving, and merging back into the same form again. The sky slowly turned orange –the sun was heavily sinking into the horizon – and Tom’s boutonniere enhanced its bloodiness and Daisy’s white dress dyed in an elegant yellow. As Tom looked over the crowd, all the immaculate white dresses that were dancing on the grass like fairies were soaked in the sunlight, each one in vivid, but lusterless colours. However, there was a ray of light that caught Tom’s eyes as he overlooked on the people. It was one of the house maids, sweeping the fallen leaves as her pale ring-finger gleamed a dull reflection of the sunshine. She was a woman with a roundish figure, probably in her early thirties. There were no traces of beauty in her appearances like Mary Pickford or a fashionable stylishness like Pola Nergi, but there was an immediate vitality that could be percept straightaway, just like Myrtle. No, exactly like Myrtle, Tom thought. There were no specific similarities between them, but Tom felt like a child who found a puzzle piece that he’s been looking for ages, or perhaps a fragment of a story from his favorite child

Lucia Zabini admired herself in the mirror as she applied the final touches of her make-up. She’d always been a vain woman, and to be fair she had a lot to be vain about. Her luscious raven locks cascaded like a waterfall down to her waist, which was a perfect hour glass. Men had always stopped to stare at her, struck dumb by her beauty, but Lucia rarely paid any attention to them; that is, unless they were rich. Lucia’s one true love was galleons, and lots of them.

When the bell rings I feel a pang rising through my pool of sadness. ‘Must go,’ Marilyn says coming to her feet. I place both my hands together on the wire mesh separating me from her and the other life, my real life. I hear a soft ‘nee, nee,’ from Frikkie. He has given me the ‘no touching’ reprimands a few times but I know that his heart wasn’t in it. How much job satisfaction could Frikkie have in his life? I imagine him at home, playing rugby with his little boys. Does he ever think of what life for inmates like me is like? No, I don’t believe he does. I hope he never thinks about me.

I can still hear Lori’s voice whispering to me, and four years later, the sounds are no less symphonic. Four years later, the memories are still vivid and exciting, but on the night before my graduation from medical school, I find myself without Lori and once again alone. Life is truly a matter of perspective. On our first night in this apartment, looking through the window from a vantage point on the floor, I remember seeing only a clear August sky, countless stars that twinkled in synchrony with our heartbeats, and a Gleasonesque moon that seemed almost alive. Tonight, from the vantage point of an empty bed, I can't see the stars or the moon. Looking down through my bedroom window, I can only see the emaciated rooftops of a North Philadelphia tenement. Life is full of such incongruities. As they say in North Philadelphia, "Some days, you're the pigeon, and some days, you're the windshield." Tonight, I'm definitely the windshield. Graduation day from medical school has been the light in my forest for as long as I can

TAB>>>>INDET ADD HOOK…………..Traumatic brain injury is a physical injury that affects the brain tissue. The brain tissue can either get affected short term or long term and the bran no longer functions correctly becoming a serious problem. Traumatic brain injury is the main cause of disability and death for retired football player and other individuals under the age of 45. The sports world should make sports as free from head trauma as possible because sports injuries are the leading cause of death due to sports-related injuries. Sports and physical activities demonstrate 21% of all traumatic brain injuries occur in adults and children. The sports world should make sports as free from head trauma as their top priority because all of the studies and cases that have been reported due to head trauma in sports. These studies and cases are very serious and extremely depressing. Rules and policies need to be changed to keep sports as free from

More and more nerves overcome me the closer it is to my dance. After putting rosin on my shoes I quietly warm up my feet. There are girls around me are warming up too. We become one doing the same pattern. Going up on pointe putting one foot down, then switching. Two feet one foot, two feet there is a swishing sound from the long skirts rubbing against our legs. Two feet one foot, two feet the bird's song is playing, bright lights are following the their every movement. Two feet one foot, two feet we hear our cue and line up behind the moth eaten black curtain. Whispers of advice flow through the curtains as the music slows, then comes to a stop. The bird go to their ending spots. The lights go out they rush off stage while we rush on and begin our

I turned on the light. I hadn’t been in here since the night I drew the butterfly gift. I had thought of this room often since then. Not only because of the desire to draw which burned within me, but I also hoped to return in search of the record. It had been impossible to this point for me to come here without question; my movements were monitored regularly since Frau Franke’s accusation. If not by her personally, it seemed as though she employed others in the cause. I was rarely alone.

He felt the hint of a smile tug at the edge of his lips as he watched his classmate happily hum to herself as she sewed two patches of fabric together. Marinette was still somewhat of a mystery to him. She didn't throw herself at him like other girls had done, but she didn't completely ignore him either- anymore that is. On the first day he came to school, most classmates, girls and guys both, came up to greet him and some of the only people who didn't are the people he befriended later on. Alya hadn't thrown herself at him either but she was more outgoing, she had no filter and was quite easy to figure out but Marinette was different. She had so many different sides to her and Adrien made it a challenge to try to find as many as he could. He could only recall 5 so far.

The female fiend sensational, Narrative and Confessions of Lucretia P. Cannon, is a sort of genre that I do not believe I have encountered before. The story was easy enough to follow and progressed well, giving the reader more than enough information to make a valid opinion of Lucretia and her horrendous actions. Reading the story, I was very surprised by the extent of her crimes.

Lust and love are very different things, but they are commonly confused. Kate Chopin’s “At the ‘Cadian Ball” and “The Storm” are set in the nineteenth century Louisiana. Although they both have the same main characters, the two stories are mainly about Alcee and Calixta’s relationship with one another. These stories are centered on Calixta and her confusion over her feelings for Alcée, but in the end love conquers.

Throughout the course of an individual’s life they embark on many changes and transitions, resulting in different outcomes and the way in which they encounter these transitions differs for everyone. The video clip to the powerful song by Sia, entitled ‘Chandelier’ tells the story of a young child being neglected by her parents, therefore leading her to form fake friendships and engage in risk taking behaviours such as the use of alcohol to self-medicate. A young child embodies Sia’s character and retells her story in the form of frantic dance moves through a dilapidated apartment, representing Sia’s mind. Each separate room of the apartment comes to symbolise a different time in Sia’s life. ‘Chandelier’ strongly conveys the notion through ideas

As the flame brightened under my powerful touch, the smell of gas and burning burlap and satin invaded my nostrils. Preparing for auditions meant the banging, burning and the ripping and preparation of Pointe shoes. Being nineteen and home schooled my whole life meant I committed my life solely to dance. Seven days a week, fifteen hours a day for ten years, I have danced to sculpt my career. “Hi my name’s Victoria and I’m auditioning for the part of Odette.”

There really wasn’t anything more for Jack to do except sigh and run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly, a habit left over from the days when it was far longer. He eased onto his elbows, then moved forward until he was sitting up completely, stretching a body that had gone still with resignation. As much as he liked being contrary, playing by his own rules, he knew when not to push someone. He usually ignored that knowledge and pushed and pushed anyway, but he couldn’t do it to Cate. Not now. Not when she didn’t want him fighting back. He wanted what she wanted, when it came down to it. All of the fight in him, renewed by his deliberate disobedience when she had suggested he leave, dissipated the second she touched him. He was so damn

Before her introduction to the world as Marilyn Monroe, she was just Norma Jean Mortenson. in 1946, the 20 years old Norma Jean separated from her husband James Dougherty. The year 1946 saw Norma Jean single. Norma Jean was planning to become an actress.

I am in my 1st year at durham college. And I have a job. Its hard working and going to school at the same time. I wont quit my job because I need every dollar I ern just to stay in my program and cover living expenses. The people at sobeys are pretty good. They let me work shifts that don’t conflict with my classes. Still, Ive had to give up a lot more than I ever thought. My freinds and I used to play ball hockey or touch football every Sunday. Then wed go out for drinks after and just have fun talking and laughing and maybe watch a game on TV. Sundays are now my time to catch pu on schoolwork after I finish working my shift. I don’t know how im going to handle my internship placement when that comes up next year. I cant figure out how to