Rachel Mascar was thinking about Noah Smeti again. Noah was a courageous monster with bright eyes and beautiful heart.
Rachel walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved beautiful Paris with its fragile, famous Tower. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel Happy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a courageous figure of Noah Smeti.
Rachel gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a beautiful, smart, beer drinker with Bright eyes and athletic heart. Her friends saw her as a Perfect, Always smiling angel. Once, she had even helped an runt puppy cross the road.
But not even a beautiful person who had once helped an runt puppy cross the road, was prepared for what Noah had in store today.
The rain hammered like crying puppys, making Rachel lonely. Rachel grabbed a beautiful diamond encrusted gold locket that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Rachel stepped outside and Noah came closer, she could see the scrawny smile on his face.
Noah gazed with the affection of 1 million sweet, cute, baby bunnies. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to be more than friends."
Rachel looked back, more confused than ever and still fingering the beautiful gold locket. "Noah, i like you," she replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two scrawny kittens chasing butterflies, which had jazz music playing in the background and two caring
Growing up the story of Noah and the ark was one of my favorites; Quite simply because of the drawings depicting the story. They appeared so beautiful, when after many years I'm realizing the whole of the story. The story of the destruction of mankind, and the story of regrowth. I chose this topic because I realized how little I really do know about Noah and the ark. I will relay the story of Noah and the
Rachel took her arm away from his but still walked close to him. Then he had cried out "Rachel! Do you not love me? Is not my love for you as sacred as anything in all of life itself?" Rachel was quiet. They passed a street lamp. Her face was pale and beautiful. He had made a movement to grab her arm and she had moved a little farther from him. "No," she had replied. He then said "Some time--when I am more worthy?" he had asked in low voice, but she did not hear him, she did not even say goodnight and went into her house.
she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home
She cradled me and her baby, telling me what a good companion I was, sitting on her feet, warming them. “You were such a nice cat, a good cat,” she murmured.
Her eyes fluttered open and rested upon the figure in front of her, her bloodstained hand opened to welcome them. Hesitantly they reached out to grasp her hand, the blood seeping into their white linen glove. She gave them a smile and proceeded to lead them further into the temple.
depression upon Rachel. When we think of depression, we other think of cloudy days or even rain. “Weather is almost always symbolic. Rain serves to set the mood, or it acts as a cleansing. It indicates some type of transition” (Foster 45). The rain in this case can represent three important things, the sadness and emptiness she felt of losing her mother, the cleansing of proceeding to not feel trapped in her hatred birth given family anymore, and as she moves forward to a better life as she continues to follow her desires. Due to her aunt and father removing Rachel from the picture during that emotional time the Shilsky family was going through, all because she chose to live her life how she wished to live it resulted in her feeling that the entire situation was her fault when in reality she truly did nothing wrong, for her family (specifically her father and aunt) are in the wrong for being misunderstanding and disrespectful of her life decisions.
In “Genesis” there is another story within it, I had read called Noah’s Ark. As everyone knows or should know that in Noah’s Ark there was a flood. God has seen and had noticed how chaotic and wicked everything was. What God wanted to do was erase any sort of life on what we call Earth. His purpose was not to destroy human life, but wipe take out the all the sin. In the midst of it all there was one man, Noah, among them all that God had
Her courageousness inspires everyday on a global scale. Because she faced her fears in the water, she quickly became an inspiration to others. Bethany gives all her thanks to the Lord and says that she wouldn’t change what happened, because otherwise she may not have had the chance to endeavor in such opportunities that she has.
You know Noah isn’t himself, hasn’t been since he dragged you and your friends into the dark cave.
She had a brace around her neck and one of her eyes was swollen shut. She couldn’t speak, everything hurt. Her owner had returned her. He said she was defective, and the agency blamed her for the beating. The woman chided her that she should have pleased him more. If she had tried harder he wouldn’t have beat her. Rachel didn’t even have the strength to cry.
“Noah.” It wasn’t a question, but something true and certain. It came from the voice of an angel. His sister was on the couch, her legs crossed and a glass of water in her hand. Her face was neutral, open. Had Angela been here the whole time?
Noah’s breathing became ragged and terse, everything around him felt lofty and fuzzy, he struggled to even lick his cracked lips. I must be dead, he thought. Noah considered the judgement day he’d learned about and terror gripped his spirit. That’s when his eyes fixed on her, a sense of wonder filled his thoughts. Heaven. It was the only explanation he could imagine when the face of an angel appeared above him, temporarily blocking the merciless sun. With ruddy cheeks, lips like a rosebud, the bright sunlight made the tendrils that framed her face light up similar to golden bronze. Her green eyes sparkled the way he imagined emerald stones would. She was beautiful. Noah Teal made it to heaven after all, the angel’s lips moved, but he couldn’t
When An Ran heard their words, her beautiful eyes also stared at the lightning. The figure gave her a somewhat familiar feeling.
“Her long shadow fell to the water’s edge. Her face had a tragic and fierce aspect of wild sorrow and of dumb pain mingled with the fear of some struggling, half-shaped resolve. She stood looking at us without a stir, and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscrutable purpose…”
“How are you so calm?” said Noah, “ We are trapped in a world where there's nobody but us and that NO ONE person.”