Desiree: A Fictional Narrative

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

A lot of time had passed since he’d last seen Archie. Then again, a lot of time had passed since he’d last seen anyone, really. The ordeal with Groudon- and by that, he meant nearly boiling everyone on the planet alive- had left Maxie a shadow of his former self. Where there was once a proud, hot-tempered man with the power of an entire organization behind him, there was now a guilt racked and depressed 40-something who didn’t a friend in the world. (Which wasn’t true, but Maxie wouldn’t listen to anyone who told him so- not even his admins.) Most days were spent inside, brooding and imagining how that day could have gone so horribly wrong, if not for that child. The talented trainer who bested and tamed Groudon where he could only stare on

See how she acts today. She heard Charles and I arguing last night and she came in my room crying.

The entire wing was silent as she walked through the doors, even the nurses were on break somewhere in a far off room. She was trying to decide who to see first, How about order of injuries received...the coffee hostess or Cori? She settled on the worse news first and headed for the mortuary, she wanted to make sure everything was being handled with delicacy. During the rush of workers she had forgot to grab the woman’s ID, she should probably draw up a full report on her before anything else. A group of three were piled around the body, she recognized a few of them. The first was an older woman, she was thin and bony. There was a makeup brush tucked behind her ear, Cleo recognized her as Noelle....something, Noelle Spinster! The second was

Fleur gave a small frown. “I feel bad for the woman. I hope she can find happiness one day.”

That day transformed my life. The day we picked up Geselle. A 28 yr old bay Canadian Warmblood (Thoroughbred-Hanoverian) mare.Her previous owner had gotten sick and couldn't ride anymore. Her mom knew my trainer Mary Beth who was in need of a new lesson horse/pony. Geselles previous owner had trained her to do therapy, give lessons anything to keep her. Her mom told her that it was time to let go.

One afternoon, Ase, a Swedish penguin boy, who was visiting the U.S went for a bike ride to the park.

“Desiree’s Baby” starts with Madame Valmondé going to visit Desiree and her baby. While on the way, she recollects how Desiree was brought into the family. Madame Valmondé then explains how Desiree met her husband, Armand. Armand did not know Desiree’s exact origin, but he was so in love that it did not matter. Madame Valmondé then arrives and Desiree explains how kind Armand has become because of the child. But when the baby is three months old, Armand begins to act unsympathetic and different. One day, Desiree notices that the baby does not look fully white. She asks Armand what it means, and he accuses Desiree of not being fully white. Soon after, Desiree leaves Armand because he does not want to be with her anymore. At the end of the

Desiree had spent far to much time debating one what to do with all the information she now had. The evening before had been filled with so much that she wondered if there was ever a way to accept it all. She had spent the evening tossing and turning in her bed. Her mind always returning to thoughts of Razio. His face, his hands, his lips that still seemed to leave a tingle upon hers. His voice that still echoed in her mind. The way he held himself, and the small spark of light that seemed to push back the cold loneliness she had seen there.

“ EROTIC is the point. you’d get plenty of dollars thrown at’cha. ” he pauses for a second, unsure if he’s truly encouraging this. he goes for his pocket for his wallet and extracts a single dollar to throw towards dante. “ your ass wouldn’t be broke anymore. ”

"Desiree's Baby" by Kate Chopin is a short story set in the 18th century, Louisiana. The short story revolves around racism, social class distinction and a comparison between gender roles. The short story gives the reader a look at the destructive power an individual's pride has over their lover, which in this case is Desiree and Armand. In life, it is inevitable that an individual will experience changes and encounter unanticipated circumstances throughout their lifetime that will affect them.

I’m Sydelle I go pretty unnoticed, but i'm trying to change the way people think of me. I want to be a pretty princess like Angela. She is just the perfect child, just like her mother wants her to be. The text states,”Slowly, Angela unknotted the gold ribbon. Carefully, she unfolded the gold foil. How neatly she did everything, the perfect child.”However even though Angela is my partner I think everyone can get a little sick of her sometimes. Her nickname should be miss pretty perfect piece of perfection, However that's just my opinion.

In the forest, one lonely night a girl was roaming around looking for something but she wasn’t quite sure herself what it was. Rose was walking around and her surroundings were filled with tiny and very squishy things. She could’ve have even stepped in one of them and she would have them stuck in her shoes, that clueless she was. As the night kept getting longer the more she roamed the big dark forest. She stumbled along something in her path and she was curious to know what it was. From the looks of it, it was something bright red. The closer she got the more interesting it was for her. Out of nowhere “Cuckoo!” A bird flew across her face and she jumped but stared at the bright nightly sky waiting for the bird to return. She wasn’t scared

Mia replied,’’That will never happen go to bed.’’ One night when I was lying in bed and I heard a loud CRASH!! It was like pots and pans falling to the floor. I went to kitchen I saw a small shadow. I got closer and it was dwarf. I just sat there and looked at him he looked at me and stared and finally asked

It is crazy how people can twist the truth. It is crazy how a good guy can be made into a villain, and how a monster can be pictured as a prince. I’m sure by now you have heard the story of Beauty and the Beast, but you haven’t heard the truth, not even close. That fake junk they tell in story books was all flat out lie, and I’m here to set the story straight.