It Had Been A Hard Day’S Night For Michelle, Everything

It’s moving, but how?” Vernon had pulled out a pen and was scribbling his thoughts over a napkin. “Ok…ok, so let me think. The dreams started eight days ago, and I’ve been coming to this diner for the last four weeks.” He had drawn a small calendar on the paper napkin, which was tearing apart from Vernon pressing his pen down too hard. “On Sunday I slept for three hours, Monday I did the same, and on Tuesday it seemed like I never closed my eyes.” Across the street, a liquor store clerk was pulling down an aluminum shutter tagged with names and abbreviations. The next block over, the lights on a street cleaner lit-up the alley in front of the diner for a moment as it drove by sweeping the gutters. His mind had stopped when she had swung around from behind him, sliding herself into the booth and throwing her bag onto the table. “Counting the days till Christmas,” asked Gabby. She had crushed her cigarette butt out in the ashtray at the end of the counter, but the smoke still seemed to follow her across the diner. “You can say that,” replied Vernon, who looked sideways at a couple of empty prescription bottles that were sticking out of the top of her purse, then back at her eyes which were beginning to turn black. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing that won’t kill me.” She had reached under the table and lifted herself up, pulling off the stockings that she was wearing. Vernon could feel that she had slipped off her shoes when she had brushed her foot against

You want to see what's on the other side. I'll show you. I'll take you there. It'll be the ride of your life"' (91). The more persistent he is and the more he is always around, the more she is gradually attracted to him, and in turn the drugs that she has tried to quit. She seems almost hypnotized, "his face seemed younger and tanner than she had remembered" and "the sun was strong. The world was washed with white. The day seemed somehow clarified" and yet she was letting Lenny lead the way (93). When she first comes across Lenny "he fell into step with her" possibly a few steps behind, familiar, but something she was trying to leave behind her (89). As time passes, her urge to do drugs grows stronger and stronger through the manipulation of Lenny and her weak self control. ‘"I was expecting you," Lenny said. "I told you. You can't get away from me' " (96). He pampers her with lavish stories and promises beyond his reach. It is all a temptation. He even tricks her into smoking again, she knew she wanted to, but hadn't made the commitment to try smoking again until, "She closed her eyes. She opened her mouth. There was something pressing against her lip. Perhaps it was a flower." "It was a cigarette." "Her hand began to tremble" (99).

He is able to use these parts to manipulate the audience’s emotions. The music playing from the car is an on-screen sound. As the man gets attacked, the volume increases. The sound helps intensify the scene that has been created by the film’s visual elements. The audience then subconsciously forms ideas, opinions, and feelings about what they are seeing. The viewers develop scared feelings as the scene intensifies to the happy upbeat tune. The increasing volume of the cheery song reflects the violence and the sinisterness of the scene. The song stops with the slamming of the car’s driver-side door as the man is abducted. There is a moment of silence and then a new song abruptly entered the silent scene. The music is non-diegetic and is an offscreen sound. The song is screechy, high pitched, and jagged sounding at first, continuing the anxious and scared mood. The song shifts into a sort of soulful hymn. The tone shifts along with the song. The audience begins to feel relieved and relaxes to the peaceful song.

During this time of grief, Della feels overwhelmed knowing her mom is not the person she used to be and now is like an “ancient little girl”, which causes her to engage in self-destructive behavior (114). She mentions that she was in “two car accidents” and “was arrested twice” during her senior year. However she said those incidents were not “her fault.” Along with her reckless driving, she says she, “couldn’t keep [her] hands on the wheel” (113). This act of carelessly driving reveals that in a way, she does not care much about herself in those accidents since she does not own up to her actions and simply states that she “couldn’t” hold on to the steering wheel and talks about the accidents and arrest so casually despite the fact that her life was at risk. Della also portrays how people harm themselves when trying to cope with problems by using drugs. On nights when, “the pain wasn’t so bad,” she would go downstairs and “smoke a joint” (115-116). Drugs such as marijuana work as stimulant and a depressant, which means they can enhance mood and put someone is a state of relaxation. For that reason, many people, including Della, use it to cope with their pain. After caring for her mother, “six terrifying hours every night,” she uses the drug to help her escape her problems (115).

“Is there a problem, Miss?” One of the officers asked again. Wanting so badly to say that everything was all right, and send them away. Carol, for a few seconds, stares at William searching his eyes for an apology, but all she could see was hatred and the frightened looks on her children’s faces. And they could not be described in words.

Even though, she thought this was a new opportunity in her life, furthermore she moved into his apartment, but never imagines the consequences that brought her. Joe introduced her to Heroin, a highly addictive analgesic drug, often used illicitly as a narcotic producing euphoria and fake happiness; so she became addicted to it, Strayed writes, “It was good. It was like something inordinately beautiful and out of this world...Then she later regrets…in the mourning, my pain was magnified by about a thousand…” (53). Under those circumstances, Sheryl strayed was turning into a woman she didn’t want to be; not to mention, the abortion of Joe’s baby that she don’t

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

She smiled at the sound of her music. She walked her usual route to school. That normal shrub, that normal tree, that normal building. She sighed at all of the normal things that she passed every day. She just hoped that something else would happen, something exciting. She got the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed out of the way from an unknown force, and an unknown reason. She looked back in time to see that a man had pushed her out of the way as an SUV and a Semi-truck collided with each other. The that stood in front of her was telling her something, but she couldn’t hear anything from the blasting of her headphones. She was too in shock to move, or remove her headphones to hear the man. The police siren sounded off in the distance. She felt the fire

He jerked the door open and in the living room sooty black smoke smoldered from the back of his stereo. He ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, ran back and smothered the fire. A smoke detector in the hallway now blasted obnoxious beeping. Denny grabbed a chair and hurried to remove its battery. God, he was so tired and didn’t want to deal with any of this, but he went around the apartment and opened all the windows and turned on the ceiling fans to clear the smoke as best he could. Finally, the ceiling fan blowing cold on his shoulder, he bent over the stereo to see what caused the

Samantha has been roaming the streets of New York for years now and has had some bad life experiences thrown at her and she has now become accustom to habitual heroin use to get her through her daily routine. With being a junkie, she steals to find her fix and occasionally resorts to prostitution to get some cash in her hand. Consequently she gets pregnant from the random John and does not believe in abortion, she thinks that this new baby will help her turn her life around. Three months down the road her demon has caught up with her and she has her kit in front of her with a syringe of the best heroin the streets have to offer. She injects and all her problems go away for the quick bliss of time. Time then strolls by day by day and she

Seconds had seemed to pass like minutes and minutes like hours. They were addicted, or in love. Neither had been able to distinguish which. He'd spent the days doing everything in his power to find a distraction, pouring himself into his work nine-to-five and then letting a drink, or ten, settle him in the evening. They had tried tirelessly to find a balance but somehow couldn't tune themselves to vibrate on the same frequency. They stood close, cramped up in a corner by clubbers completely oblivious to the energy flowing between them. His surprise to see her was shadowed by the fire in his stomach, he couldn't take his eyes away from her lips, his own tingling with longing for their

James just sits at the bar drinking his regular whisky with a few ice cubes drinking his problems away. James lives in a broken down apartment in Harlem, New York trying to provide for his family. James can barely reach his wallet and drop a twenty on the bar. He starts walking back to his miserable life while moving side to side drunk. James fell a couple times and one last time in front of his apartment and he hears screaming in the room he was about to walk into. It’s Natalie yelling at the kids to keep their grades up and help around the house. James listens for a little while and walks in trying his hardest not to collapse.

Jolie tried her hardest to remain quiet as she entered the dark, musty basement that smelt like dead animals. The music played loudly, which masked the creaks of the stairs she stepped on. She gripped the broom tightly in her hand. Jolie squinted her eyes around to make out anything that made the music turn on or the loud crashes. Her eyes rested on a man and she tried her hardest not to panic. She quickly, but quietly turned around and walked up the stairs trying to remain calm all the while. When the man started humming along with the violin music she began to cry; she didn’t want to cry. Jolie gripped the railing and the broom slipped from her hand and fell down the stairs. The man jerked around made eye contact with her. He was frowning and then a devilish smirk appeared. She let out the scream she had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Jolie

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.