How The Sand Felt So Warm Against My Skin Essay

Over the years Robert Courtney began spending money and living an extravagant lifestyle. He insisted on having the best cars, a large house and divorced his first wife. He immediately began to court a young girl he knew when he was younger and after a short time convinced her to marry him. His second wife immediately wanted out of the marriage because of his controlling nature and demands that he placed on her as his wife. Courtney’s second marriage ended in an annulment, but two years later he married again. He had five children over the course of the three marriages. (Draper, 2003)

After Robert proposes a swim, everyone is ready to follow him, but he lingers at the rear of the crowd with the two lovers. The Pontelliers and Ratignolles walk ahead, and Mrs. Pontellier wonders why Robert sometimes chooses not to spend every waking minute with her. She misses him whenever he's not there. The walk to the beach provides a lot of sensory stimulation: people are singing; the sea, earth, and flowers each gives off a pungent smell; and the seascape appears calm and mystical. Mrs. Pontellier, who has been trying to learn how to swim the entire summer, suddenly and miraculously begins to swim through the ocean, much to the surprise of her companions. Feeling strong and exuberant, she swims out alone and suddenly panics. When she

I heard the announcer on his microphone call you for ages 14 to 15 reps in 45 minutes I went down to the water to see what I really got myself into and surprisingly it was not too cold but it definitely woke me up. 20 minutes I heard him call out but then people started grouting around the water 10 minutes he started the race in knee-deep water the countdown has begun 5958 57 my heart beaded faster and faster my knees were shaking people were cheering 10 98 I put my hate hands out ready to dive 4321 and I went went reaching my arms as far as they can get kicking my feet with power. When I turn my head to breathe you could hear people's cheering and screaming around that the Bewley I went falling behind a kid as I was reading the sand I pulled myself as hard as I could to the beach and ran to the transition station my body Felt like rapper I was so cold as it was changing my shoes as best as I could grab some water and I was off rating my bike out on the road my mom screaming is all I heard passing my family with

As if it were an instinct, my body launched itself into the freezing cold water. I snapped my arms quickly, like my coach had told me, swimming the stroke of butterfly. However, half way through the lap, my arms drew weary and began to drag slightly.

Today was the day. Your fourth anniversary with the love of your life, Zack Merrick. These years have been some of the best years of life, but the past year has been kind of tough with him being so busy with tours, being in the studio, and interviews. You were so happy that he was so succesful, but it was taking quite a toll on both of you. For instance, right now you were waiting for Zach to get home from an interview that ran a little late and your were feeling a little anxious.

He proceeded to take out containers of food. We had a picnic in the middle of a forest. The smell of crisp air and rich soil, the evening light shining through the leaves. It was all so romantic. He told me he was an artist. I asked what he painted and he said everything. I wanted to see one of his paintings. We got lost in time together and I felt so comfortable with him. I didn’t worry about anything in that moment, I didn’t even worry about how much I had to eat. I didn't worry about the controlling husband waiting on the couch for me at home, watching night time television. I was serene for once. On the way home we passed a bakery and decided to stop for some cake. I picked a piece of red velvet cake with fluffy white icing. It was rich and smooth and as I ate I thought about how I could live in this moment forever.

“Your mother and I are getting divorced. This does not change how much we each love the two of you. Things around here will be changing but our love for you both does not.” Immediately after I heard those first seven words, I ran down the hallway to my room and slammed the door behind me. I had no idea how the two people I loved

Once I made it to the vanity area, I reached for the pearl necklace that was resting on top of a tower of novels. Gently brushing her hair to one side of her frame, I clasped the strand of pearls around her neck. “I know that our marriage did not sprout organically but my love for you grows stronger each day as I stand next to you. I love you. I know that you love me too. If either one of us commits an act of foolishness- perhaps an act of betrayal- then it is only fair to share. It is absurd to keep secrets from each other. If we want our marriage to be fruitful, we shall not be distant from each other- especially with a child that is due to be premature! For the baby”, I said with suspicion in my

I could feel my lungs burning in my chest as oxygen entered only to be forced back out. I push myself to continue moving my arms, pushing the water behind me so I could propel myself forward. At that moment, many things floated around my conscience. It was so intense that I felt like giving up everything I had worked so hard for: the 10-hour online-training, the initial interview, the prior physical training, and the self-determination to achieve my goals. These thoughts were embedded in my mind as I took a side breath, struggling to continue my freestyle stroke.

It was a breezy, warm, peaceful day. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow. the clouds stretched long across the sky, and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. While my little bro Aj and I were biking around the neighborhood, our mom yelled out “CHASITY! AJ! Come inside now!” “Dinner time hah Aj?” I asked. “Hopefully, I’m hungry!” he replied while biking full speed towards home. When we got there, turns out dinner was still cooking, so me and Aj just sat on the couch in the living room with our parents. “Aj, Chasity, your dad and I have something to tell you.” mom said. Then dad replied with a stern look “Your mother and I, have decided to move to California…” “We are going to start packing soon… And we’re leaving around August 18.” I had a mini heart attack, “WHAT?! YOU NEVER TOLD US! I had plans with my friends already for the upcoming school year...” I thought to myself sadly. Shocked by the news, I just said “Ok.” and walked to the hallway to pet my fluffy dog Rexx for comfort. While petting him, I felt a lump under his fur on his hind leg. I thought nothing of it, and kept on petting him.

It was a cold October day. The closer I came to the fogged up windows, the faster my heart would beat making my breath quicken. I step into the locker room to prepare for the pool. As soon as I step out the humidity hit me. I’ve been scoping out the competition for a few hours now and they are good. I say to my friend” I sure hope that I don’t have to race against them” . Then my name gets called and what do you know I have to go against a state winner and 6 more excellent swimmers. Suddenly my number gets called.”Swimmer's step up!”.My heart racing. Adrenalin pumping. Me trying to calm down so I can actually go. “ Swimmers ready?”...The whistle blows.

My left hand clasped her right hand lightly. The day I had dreamed of my whole life had finally arrived, though much sooner than I had expected, and now I stood beside a beautiful woman, far too beautiful for I, but her hand felt cold, unlike the fire kindling beside us. She stopped and poured the last of the rice in the flame; I felt it grow an inch shorter. She reached up to grab my hand and we circled the table one last time, seven more steps, each for a vow I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep, but I knew I couldn’t back out now for fear of dishonoring my family. I knew then that my marriage would never be anything more than that, and she would never be more than my wife, not a partner, because I had almost instantly built a barrier separating

Countless hours were wasted together, working on assignments, penning songs together for his at-the-time small YouTube channel. They wrote songs about young love, comparing stolen kisses to soft ocean breezes, some of her old poems even became songs to the strings of his guitar. They created entire songbooks together, and Terra felt undeniably elated for the first month of their relationship. Every breath that he whisked from her lungs was a pleasure to lose. Her poems lost their dark edge, words that were once a screaming wish to disappear becoming whispered desires to never leave. For awhile, Terra thought all those dark thoughts that had plagued her were gone.

I slumped down on one of the wooden benches outside the Inn and asked myself why I was here. Alcohol was definitely not the reason. No, I was here because of Allison. Couples on the benches around my own failed to notice me as they romanced , it was like looking in a mirror from the past. I remembered sitting at this very bench two weeks before , smiling and romancing, our hands locked with each others. Whenever we came here Allison would pick this bench:“it has the best view of the sea” she would say. Allison was overjoyed at my suggestion that we try for a baby. My proposal for an

In The Sand Child, Tahar Ben Jelloun composes a multi-layered tale about Ahmed, a woman socialized as a man, who struggles to reclaim her sexuality. Ben Jelloun contrasts gender and sexual orientation to suggest that a person’s characteristics can be shaped and changed by will, but his sexuality is predisposed and will be the deciding factor of how he will act and identify himself within his community.