Here we go again, going back to the job after a long night's rest cause, I need my beauty sleep.
But now I am flying up to my cloud and see what Casper the cloud has instore for me today. The day looks gloomy today, because the clouds are blocking the sun.
I fly over to Casper and I get e thing that just keeps biting me.Ow, ow, ow, Casper has to pick the most evil animals for me to carry, I wish I could work for some other cloud like Cody, he is kind like others but he give little hamsters that are so cute.
I dropped off the little lion, that took forever almost three-hours because it was all the way over to Death Valley, California. Death valley isone of the hottest places ever, but my station and house is in San-Jose, California.
Just keep flying, just
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Need a Snapping Turtle, please.”
“Coming Right up.”Poof
“Thank You”
I start flying. Oh, Ow. He bit me.
I didn't even realize we were falling. Ahhhhhh, oh wait I can fly. Ha, ha, ha, ha, and I thought humans were stupid. Why did I even say that, human are so oblivious to everything. Would you really think I would say that about me. The snapping turtle goes to her house and, just a couple more hours of work.
I fly up to a complex and it is, time to watch the idiots again, while Casper practices his thing. DING. I fly back to Casper, time for another animal hopefully it's better than Snapping Turtles. Oh god i'm scared. I close my eyes and open the envelope. I don't even want to open my eyes but I have to hurry, okay it is a python. Those aren't poisonous. I am screaming yes in my head, cause I don't want to be the center of attention. I show Casper and POOF, the python is here. I fly the python to the apartments, no stops, but I did see a idiot human trip over himself. That was funny.
I come back and suddenly I just hear. DING. About a 30 minutes separation, compared to yesterday it was like a one-hour to two-hour wait. I look at Casper and see he is a darker color of Cody but lighter than
A tragedy in its own right must evoke emotion and a response from the audience through effective use of several elements evident in Shakespeare’s and Aristotle’s style of tragic writing. The plot progression of a tragedy should be rather specific under the idea which leads, ultimately, to the downfall of the protagonist. Despite the sorrowful story behind Richard Van Camp’s short story “Mermaids,” the exclusion of several core elements from both styles of writing prevent this piece from being classified a tragedy. “Mermaids” lacked the development of a tragic flaw in the main character, Torchy, and furthermore did not lead the character to their tragic demise, Van Camp also excluded the idea of isolating him over time and rather brought him closer to those around him to get over his inner conflict, which is unlike a tragedy.
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Ticktock, another second goes by can’t breathe. Looking at the bottom of the pool, seeing her face as she strips the gas to her mouth and knowing that I can’t bring her back. Four more laps to go, won’t stop to grasp for air. Blacking out, body paralyzed, nearly collapsing and the pain inside me is taking my consciousness away. She took her life and abandoned me in this world with meaningless dreams of a tomorrow that don’t matter. Taking another stroke and pushing forward.
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