Rose: A Fictional Narrative

I stood up looking at them both, then looking to my right to see the dead body.

"Command?" Desiree repeated the word with a bit of concern, "Will I be able to wake up on my own, or will I be stuck that way until you wake me?" she asked fear of being trapped in her own mind and possible nightmares echoed through her thoughts. Desiree didn't think she could handle being trapped there all alone.

In William Faulkner’s short story “A Rose for Emily,” Faulkner uses¬ the normality of tradition versus change that is destined to occur, along with the power of death. Through the enigmatic figure of Emily Grierson, Faulkner conveys that Emily struggles to come to terms with death, rather than accepting it she tries to overrule it. As a living testament to the past, she serves as the traditions from past decades that people wish to respect and honor; nonetheless, she is also a burden and entirely disconnected from the outside world as she sees it. Within these struggles that we see our main character go through we see a tremendous significance with Emily’s home, the rose, and of course the strand of hair. Faulkner demonstrates theme and symbolism to fully capture the

The knock on the office door was loud, urgent, and Father Flanagan quickly got up from his desk and answered.

A deep voice broke my angry thoughts for a second “So this is where you have been my little princess…” his eyes stared through me as he spoke “Yes grandfather… why are you here?” I spoke through my teeth trying to keep calm. His eyes finally focused on me when I asked that question “It hurts me you ask such a questions. I came to check on my lovely granddaughter…” his voice faked sincerity.

Left off with her mother for the weekend (at her own request and, she suspected – although she’d left an open invitation – alone), Rose Tyler had expected a quiet one; as quiet as a weekend with Jackie Tyler could be, at any rate. And it was, for the most part. Mickey came over for a movie; Jackie made them a terrible Sunday dinner; they all pretended to like it. Rose was still coming down from the gas mask child and Jack and dancing, and it was nice. It really was. She expected to meet the Doctor the next Monday rested, refreshed, and ready to go!

As a child, I wrote constantly . From pirate ships to my school’s playground, the settings of my pieces varied, but my main character always remained the same. Jenny Rose, my young heroine, was daring and an explorer at heart. I created Jenny when I was in third grade, along with a series that centered around all of her expeditions. When I faced intimidating or troubling situations, I reacted as if I was Jenny. For years I continued to write about Jenny and her exciting encounters. And eventually, I realized that Jenny’s characteristics were quite similar to mine. Jenny was always someone I admired and wanted to be, but I eventually came to the realization that she was a reflection of who I already was. All of Jenny’s discoveries and experiences

The final bell peals as I tug my hood over my head and run through the halls. Rain pelts down outside the window, drowned out by the chatter of the other students. Usually, I’m not in a rush. But today’s storm is thick and loud. Dad will need help with the horses. Yes, I said horses. There aren’t many places where you can have horses literally living in your backyard. (Well, I mean, in the stables in your backyard.)Only in the smallest of towns does this happen. For example, Acorn Creek. The town that I live in. It’s called Acorn Creek because of the small river winding through the woods, as well as the multitude of oak trees. I mean, it’s not like we don’t have pine trees, but nobody gave those any credit. Hmph.

Summary of the Film 1. The contributors to the film are Orson Welles and Herman J. Mankiewicz. Welles is the director and writer, and Mankiewicz is also one of the writers. 2. The main characters are Orson Welles (Charles Kane), Joseph Cotten (Jedediah Leland), and Dorothy Comingore (Susan Alexander Kane).

One early morning, other sloth was going to a dog a park. Her kids hated it there. For that reason was the smell of dog breath. Kids! , yelled the sloth. I’m going to the park.

"Hoot, hoot! Helena could hear the owls. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking like insane. It had seemed to her that she had been in bed forever, but she only thought that because was worrying. She was an innocent girl, but today at school, she had been in trouble with her art teacher. Her name was Mrs Fireball. She had been drawing a self portrait that apparently wasn't good enough for Mrs Fireballs liking. When you are in trouble with Mrs Fireball, she creeps into your house at night and steals all your cool things without you seeing. Helena's stomach was in knots, her knees were trembling, and she was frightened that Mrs Fireball will sneak into her house tonight. Covering herself with her blanket, she finally fell asleep shivering

In honor of the Victorian novels of Emily Bronte, I have created this romantic and enchanting tea sandwich. This sandwich also reminds me of visiting Knott’s Berry Farm in Buena Park, California. Berries are a big staple in my home. This raspberry-rose sandwich is whimsical and surprisingly delicate in its blending of flavors. I often make this sandwich for romantic teas for two, Valentine’s Day or Alice and Wonderland themed teas. I often cut these sandwiches into heart shapes and garnish a platter with fresh pink and red rose petals and fresh raspberries.

It was a rainy looking day the five year old boy couldn’t find anything to do. His mother suggested the following video games, coloring, helping in the kitchen, and playing “hide and seek.” None of these activities interested the boy everything was “boring.” It was only 1030 A.M., and the forecast was for all day thunderstorms. Thunder and lightening, as well as torrents of rain, were coming down from dark looking clouds.

Have you ever forgotten something such as important as you own name? Or even more, have you ever forgotten everything? It is frustrating, you feel like everyone is talking about things you can barely understand or remember. People start asking questions or telling you things you don’t even know about yourself. Kaya Rose had to deal with this when she was 20 years old, but faith helps her to go through it and beat the odds.

Far on the other side of the space port and down on level three, Beau awoke next to a three eyed beauty whom he long forgotten the name of, or what species she was for that matter. Luckily she was still asleep and he was hoping he could make a silent getaway. He gingerly slipped out of bed, finding his shirt he headed for the door. The only problem was there were five doors and he couldn't remember which one he had come through. “Damn modern architecture.” He whispered to himself