The man sat in the booth across from me studied me with old eyes. His wrinkles which formed when he used to smile so much are no longer quite as prominent. The man’s irises were currently an icy blue, resembling the seasonal weather among the small town. This I only knew because I’ve seen him once before. His eyes were almost like a crisp auburn- resembling what was known to him as “the falling of the children”
Frances Liberman Ms. Kim IBH Lang and Lit January 15th 2015 Dysart’s Character and Dream In Peter Shaffer’s play, Equus, one of the main characters is a psychiatrist named Martin Dysart who specializes with adolescents. The play begins with a seventeen-year-old boy named Alan Strang and a horse named Nugget. Alan is showing great affection towards the horse. Suddenly, a man in his forties is shown holding a cigarette. This man is Martin Dysart, the first character to speak in the play. He begins with a monologue describing Alan and the horse. Rather than focusing on the young boy, Dysart is examining the horse and its purpose. Using his psychiatric brain, Dysart is trying to figure out what the horse must be thinking in that moment. Whilst
I was in juvie ready to be discharged out and ready to go to my home town. Who was there? Well I really didn't really know till we got to go to the game room person who i met his name was dominic he gave me advice to behave and try to do what they would tell me to do and then I met the bad girl my friend Brianna and the other one Abigail, also Gabe well he was more quiet. Why was I there for my bad decisions in life and that ended me in juvie. When did it happen… 23 August 2017 Where did It happen at At a parking Lot. This why you kids i'm not saying i'm the best person i'm not a angel but who said Someone can’t change their lives around it's possible people always be judging well I learned something if you're going to do something bad don't
perspiration salty fluid secreted by sweat glands I could feel my palms getting clammy and the perspiration running down my back. suffocate die from lack of oxygen I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.
I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.
On 05/14/17, I was dispatched to 2440 W. Madison in reference to an assault that occurred at the location. When I arrived on scene, I contacted the caller identified as Jordan Lundy. Lundy stated he was with his girlfriend and they went to the dispatched address to speak with her cousin.
Don’t Let Them In your head Marcus creeps up, slowly dribbling the ball looking at me like I’m his prey. He shoots. “Pong!” I spiked
I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled,
Jesus christ! Haha. This is basically the best post I've ever read on here. Sorry for the late reply. > The perfect example is the scene where he apologizes to Hayley for cursing her (even though he saved her life, she was taking his kid from him, and essentially committing suicide)
Hawthorne could feel her arousal through the thin fabric of her dress, and panties she wore underneath. His body pressed to hers, with the whip between her thighs, and his palm against her. His eyes glowed with lust, and the direction which slipped from his mouth was uttered in a guttural, breathless whisper. His need to see her naked, to touch and spank and flog her was as great, if not greater, than her own. "Bend over, and remove the dress." His free hand hooked into her hair, as stared directly at her gorgeous face, unblinking, expecting her to acquiesce to his demand. That's what she desired wasn't it; what she'd asked for, and wanted from the moment she'd discovered the X on the wall?
Face pale with terror, Adam's shaky hand moved to switch on the bedside lamp. Images of Fire and Brimstone, and writhing figures, - men, women and children all - screaming in pain as flames consumed their bodies, flowed through his mind. Eyeballs exploded, and liquefied flesh oozed into fiery lava pits, leaving nothing but a collapsed pile of charred bones on the ground before moments later the victim's human form was resurrected in its entirety, and subjected to the same agonising fate again. Over and over, ad infinitum.
Maxie came into our lives November 20th, 2013. My sister found her on the side of the road. My dad told us that we couldn’t keep her because we already had too many dogs. We put up signs and uploaded posts on facebook asking if she was anyone’s dog. No one claimed her and she began to grow on everyone. Before long, she was a part of our family. We all loved her and couldn’t imagine our household without her. She was this little blessing that found her way into our house and I will forever be thankful to whoever’s dog she was, for allowing us have two years of joy with her.
I wish I could pull myself away, But you’re almost as bad as nicotine. You’re a drug that I fell into, And can’t drag myself out of. I just can’t quit. I’ve tried my hardest, pushed my limits, Burned my mind to try to stop myself, But never have I succeeded. I’ve only walked the road of failure, The
“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.
Standing in the one hundred hallway, I look across the circle of my friends and I staring at Madison's face with the annoyed look on my face, like usual. Mackie’s standing there going on and on about how amazing her life is. Today the topic is about her clothes, and