Macy's Civy: A Short Story

In this paper, I will discuss the use of research within Macy’s department store and some of the different ways and, they might be, able to use research to help with the problems

She looked towards me, her face growing ever paler, she trembled, as tears began to run down her, once rosy red cheeks. her gaping mouth began to move, trying to form words. however she found it difficult as her breath was leaving her

It was awaking, she could feel the vines moving under the skin on her back. It tended to stay away to reserve energy. Within she could sense it's prescience, dark and forbidding.

Ryleigh offered me a weak smile as the realisation of what was happening started to sink in. It almost feels like her hand is getting warmer, when in fact mine was just rapidly cooling by the second. I was fading. It's almost time. I didn't want to go, and I could tell by the evident pain in her face that she didn't want me to, either.

She let out a long breath, releasing tension that she had been holding back nearly all day. She felt she could barely stand. In a few moments, they would have to move. Then she would question what Aither was going to do now that he had the sword, and what she needed to do now. Doubts would sink in, the horrors of the day would come back-

She closes her eyes, taking in a deep inhale and exhale. Opening up her eyes, she calmly says;

At the end of her fit, she was just as unhappy as she had been before, moving immediately into bargaining. Lucie lay curled up in a ball at the foot of her stairs for hours after that. The servants had found her, her face splotched with red and eyes rimmed with it as well. Her face had been pale and the only thing she could murmur had been, “Please, please, please.” She didn’t know who she was begging, but she would have given up everything just for a minute of having her

Her heart pounded all the more. This really wasn’t like her. Usually she was quiet when it came to men. Usually she would turn at the first sign of attraction. Heartbreak was way too much for her to handle and it always came with the men that she chose.

Paragraph 3: Some time has passed since we talked it has been quite. I could feel every drop of blood travelling through my body Lula was crying I have upset her. It was gradually coming time for me to leave. I didn’t know if I was ready to say good bye.

Suddenly, she felt very tired. Tired and old beyond her years. She was weary of the fight and though she willed

Her cruel thoughts began to take over her mind as she forced the ruthless words out of her mouth. “I plead for your help, for I need my wish to be granted. I pray for this to all be over and for my memories to be

depicts how before the poet was at peace in nature all his complicated thoughts were tangled and intertwined, however now they are all started to crumble into nothing. This technique is used to emphasise a point due to the use of intense sounds, such as ‘s’ which allows the reader to further think and articulate themselves around the point as the techniques use makes the stanza far more predominant.

And suddenly, instead of the fear that had been rushing through her, comfort sweeps the fear away. Comfort from the prince's warm embrace and the knowledge that she wasn't hated by her parents. That she has a family. But also an overwhelming sadness.

Meanwhile, Joan found her way back to Carina, Drea, and Alis. They held hands as they watched their husbands ride off into the forest.

The poem divides into two parts. The first two stanzas dealing with nature and the last two concentrate on the poet who commences his process of self-reflection. The poem here plots a movement away from the real to the theoretical. In the third stanza the mention of the word ‘fear’ and the poet’s portrayal of himself as a ‘pile of selves’ add on to a more thoughtful mood. The poem is ended in such a way causing us to feel as though there is more to be said which disturbs us.