A few minutes later, I walked back down Atlantic Road. My home was a few houses away from where I staggered with my tired steps. I started to walk more slowly, not wanting my time alone to end. Church bells tolled in the distance again, but I didn’t pay them any attention this time. The houses on this road seemed like they sucked up all the dull colors in the world like a sponge. Everything was murky grey with streaks of brown from the dead grass on every lawn. Since I was so used to this, I noticed the bright yellow roses on Mr. and Mrs. Crompton’s yard right away. They had to have been dug out and planted here recently, since I didn’t notice them when I left. It’s not everyday you get to see these rare, beautiful things in a pool of …show more content…
There, I saw my pale sister lying in the bed, listless. Next to the bed, Annabeth was in tears while she sat on a stool. She cradled a sleeping Edwynn in her arms as she let her tears fall on his chubby cheeks. A sense came over me, and I was almost positive I knew what was happening.
“Annabeth? What happened?” Annabeth just looked at me with her dark brown eyes and shook her head. The foul stench that the fever had left drifted through the silent air.
“Agatha has joined the angels, Bianca. Along with your mother.” I walked stiffly over to Agatha’s bedside. Her once bright blue eyes were now stained yellow. Like the rose I had just pricked my finger on… I felt my eyes flood with tears.
“No. Please, no.” I whispered. I ran my fingers through Agatha’s dark brown hair. Her plump lips were dried and partially opened. The light and joy in her eyes was now gone, like a lake that has dried up and become a desert. I felt like a lone mouse in that desert.
Later that day, after we had watched Agatha be put into a coffin and buried, Edwynn, Annabeth, and I sat at the table and ate our supper. Annabeth had made beans and cornbread. I swallowed sadly on my over-chewed beans as I watched Edwynn bang his spoon on his plate. He was the only one that seemed to be in a good mood. He didn’t understand what happened to Agatha. I was about to take a sip from the mug of tea Mattie gave me, when there was a knock at our door.
“I’ll get it.” I stood up and unlocked the
The sun is out shining down on the bright sparkling marigolds, it’s quiet, nothing's open and nothing to do, but lay around and think about the stage of the world right now. I walk outside and see nothing but dullness, the dust against my feet, and the small town around me, there may have been green grass, and roads at one point a while ago “but memory is an abstract painting” . Behind me is a small shack “leaning together like a house that a child might have constructed from cards”, with no porch, on a small lot with no grass around. I have one thing that is held close to me that makes me happy, they are bright against the dust, they are my marigolds. I notice Lizabeth has her eye on the marigolds, LIzabeth doesn’t want someone to have something
The clearing was quiet, it seemed lifeless. The Salinas River still flowed merrily near the hillside. The water was still warm from the afternoon sun, and still reflected a green hue. On one side of the river, the smooth foothill slopes still curved up to the strong and rocky Gabilan Mountains, and the other side was still lined with trees. The willows and sycamore branches still swung gently in the wind, and the leaves still created a green light within the space. It was totally calm and peaceful… but something was wrong. The air seemed heavier, and the sun seemed dimmer. No animals stirred, and everything seemed to be aware of a deep sadness. Nothing moved save for a small group of men standing around an unmoving figure.
“Did you see the look on her face? She knew what the voice what talking about.” Alice whispered to me. “Is she dead?
“You’ll make a lovely bouquet for my kitchen,” she whispered to the fragrant blossoms. Standing straight, she made her way to her home, looking over her shoulder at the dirt road passing along the side of it. It had been busy in the recent months, but today, it remained empty, stretching out into the horizon and into the small village below.
The faster pace of elongated steps brought her closer to the veranda. The heavy feeling in her heart began to lift. On reaching the steps, the sweet muskiness of the roses that crept up the exterior columns became more prevalent. Their petals unfurled as they reached up to the sun’s rays seeking solace as she sought solace. By instinct, she knew peace waited for her inside. In anticipation, she drew nearer.
When I was first learning how to drive, I made sure to be an attentive and studious driving student. I would pay attention to the long and drawn-out summer classes and, at home would take online practice tests religiously. I would legally practice driving with my parents at every opportunity I saw. So naturally with all my preparation for it, when the time finally came for me to take the driving test, I flew through it with ease. In the days following becoming a newly licensed driver I was astonished that my first car was not an Italian sports car as I had dreamed and asked for. As my parents quickly explained this was my first introduction to the real world and I was labeled as a risk to society regardless of my personal driving ability. My parents further explained the situation to me by showing me the numbers on the declaration page of my first auto policy. My age and gender were enough for the insurance company to predict how I would drive in the future, and they didn’t think I belonged in a sports car.
“Oh you wound me so great countess” at graves dramatic cry she casually strolled towards him with an air of elegance around her before jumping into his lap his hands lightly run over her treating her with care you could feel your heart breaking just looking at the two any other time you would’ve thought the scene sweet touching even but now the tenderness in his eyes reminded you of what you lost and would most likely never ever have again the last nail in the coffin was hammered in when he bent over lightly kissing Dracula’s head a choked sop unwillingly left your lips you quickly turned away from his questioning gaze leaving the apartment tears started to blur your vision as you blindly walked forward desperately you tried to keep it together you hated when you cried in front of others it made you feel to vulnerable as if in that moment if people saw you they could see your heart stumbling down the steps you expect to fall to the ground only to be caught by strong
For many, life out on the road is a way for individuals to experience freedom away from society. When experiencing freedom, it brings happiness to some and creates a fascinating appeal towards what life can potentially be on the road. This idealistic venture is seen in Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, narrating the journey of a privileged young adult named Chris McCandless. Krakauer guides the reader through the journey of McCandless of why and how left his old, but very comfortable life for an unpredictable one, by traveling to Alaska and living off its land. While many believe life on the road is a source of finding happiness, it is not an effective way to solve one’s problem; therefore, one should not live life on the road.
The tulips were the same as I remembered a long time ago; a dark purple like the night sky, and I used to enjoy looking at them, but over time I got tired of it. The air stings my nose, but this isn’t an uncommon thing, I never was much of an outdoor person anyways. I look at my house and notice the bricks that he laid up halfway the wall, and the columns he was so proud of making all those years ago. I look at all this and it makes me sad in a way, for all the good times I’ve had in the past; I know those days will never come back. The wind picks up getting stronger, meanwhile the grass plays gently with the blades moving back and forth along with the trees as if it was a symphony of some
My eyes drifted around the room before settling on the tea, now lukewarm in my hands. Maudie’s nonchalant face came to mind, and her firm, strong voice commanding Jean Louise and I back into the kitchen played in my head. The sudden news of Tom’s death had upset her, but she revealed nothing as such. She said to Jean Louise to stop her shaking and instructed me to control myself. Maudie maintained her composure, and assisted in upholding mine. I wondered how she had done it, but nevertheless I was grateful.
I woke up at eight in the morning, being that it was May and spring was in the air I knew that my day would be perfect. As I leaped out of my warm and comfortable bed to put on my Bullwinkle slippers, my stomach nerves began to tighten. I figured it was just a small bellyache and I would get over it soon. I walked slowly to the bathroom not really realizing that the house was not filled with sunshine as it usually is during these beautiful spring days. As I began to brush my teeth my eyes caught a glimpse of the window that I now noticed was so close to the mirror. I could have died when I noticed that the rain was coming down like a storm. It was at that moment that I ran to mother’s room to tell her that I couldn’t go driving today. My
The car suddenly stopped and jolted me from my sleep. Disoriented, I looked around and tried to make sense of where I was and what I was doing. Over to my left, I saw my sister doing the same. Tall, blue, connected houses surrounded us and we were parked in the middle of a pristine parking lot. Green, luscious lawns sat in front of those blue houses. A gigantic tree surrounded by beautiful multicolored flowers sat to the left of a dumpster and a wooden sign with white script on it. “The Pointe at Stoneview,” I read to myself.
One of the greatest things that teenagers look forward to is getting their driver¡¦s licence and getting the freedom to do whatever they want. Ever since graduated licensing began five years ago, on April 1,1994, many people have made good and bad comments about it.
Have you ever been driving with your seat your belt the wrong way? It was a August 25, 2017,a few week before school started and I still haven’t gotten any school supplies. Around 8:00 in the morning I asked “can we get school supplies?”, and my mom said “yes”. My dad said that he wanted to stop by the mall, so we headed towards the mall.
As cell phones become more popular, texting while driving is becoming the most widely known cause for car accidents among teens. The alarming rate of incidents where texting is involved is getting more parents worried and warning their children about the danger of texting while driving. Parents are urging the fact that drivers should pay attention to the road and traffic, not their phones. A popular study of 18 to 24 year old drivers showed that 66 percent of them have texted while driving. Since texting while driving is becoming more popular many states are passing a law to ban the use of any cell phone device while in a vehicle. Texting while driving is an important issue that is causing many deaths and those who cause these deaths and