Short Story 'A Lover's Defiance'

Their houses are right near each other and Silko takes the time to wake up before her family and wait on the back steps of her great grandmother’s house. When she finally emerges from her home, they go on long walks together in the early morning hours as they take in the serenity of the air and nature.

Following this new sense of courage, Vivian proves herself dedicated to her work. In Vivian’s “ordinary world” she is shown as an antisocial introvert, but as the story proceeds, she transitions into a dedicated young

Miss Lottie died long ago, and many years have passed since I last saw her hut, completely barren at last, for despite my wild contrition, she never planted marigolds again. Yet, there are times when the image of those passionate yellow mounds returns with a painful poignancy. One does not have to be ignorant and poor to find that his life is as barren as the dusty yards of our town. And I, too, have planted marigolds. Lizabeth now has more remorse and compassion for Miss Lottie, and as a child, Lizabeth would not understand her and her flowers.

Viviana is the daughter of the wealthiest lord in the kingdom of Dragoonus and enjoys the life of a noble lady. She has the opportunity to learn about art, practice her archery and attend school. After she finishes her studies at the University, she plans to become a traveling healer or a professor. However, her world is turned upside down when she saves the life of a man moments away from death. She comes to find out he is her cousin and that he is there to help with the revolt of the nobleman against the king. Knowing the importance of his mission, she does everything she can to help him but comes to find out that he is not being completely truthful with her. In fact, there are many secrets in her family that will change the way she views

A couple days after, it was the day of the concert and Alex had woke up to a text from Cara, reading. ”Good morning hope your ready cause I know I am. Just wondering when your gonna pick me up? See ya soon.” With a smile on his face, Alex got dressed and was out the door, into the car, and on the way to Cara’s. From there it was all about the concert and all about Cara.

“This morning. You had told me you needed to talk to me after breakfast?” The princess frames the sentence as a question, as if maybe she was wrong about her and Dayna’s exchange this morning. “Oh. Yes, but I think we should take a walk first,” Dayna says somberly. The ailing queen is aware of her inconvenient stalling, for she is still identifying exactly what she will convey to her cherished daughter. Thus, Dayna and Sienna gradually made their way toward the elegant flower garden, Sienna attempting to make small talk with her mother every so often, but gave up when she realized just how distracted Dayna had been for the last few

I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.

On a hot July night, Vanessa rode her bike over to Harper's house after she ate dinner, so they could finish some homework together. It was Friday evening, and the bike ride over was fairly quiet. It was beginning to get dark outside. When she got to Harpers house, she wasn't greeted at the door with Harper's usual friendly smile and comforting hug. Harper's eyes were cold, and her arms were crossed. "What's wrong Harper?"

After dinner the night before, the Prince had been called away and Ashella was left to herself. At breakfast, neither the Prince nor the King were in attendance, and she had began to worry that something was wrong. A few hours after breakfast, a servant entered her room and told her the Prince was waiting for her in the garden.

In the book, Mary having nothing to do all day goes on and explores the accessible garden. As she learns about the secret garden,

Soon, Friday, it was here, and Serena almost had to, mentally drag herself to her therapy session. Earlier, she had almost felt like, heading in to town and shopping instead, her mind was kicking and screaming for her to run, her heart, telling her to do the right thing and see it through.

Alice kept the same smile upon her face as Chris shifted, visibly uncomfortable as she presented Joshua. The contrast between the two was pretty remarkable, with Chris’s lithe frame not even close to the heavy set figure of Josh. As if on cue, Chris gave a weak, uncertain protest. Not demanding that Josh leave, or that Alice stop this. But a feeble objection, one Alice breezed past like all his other mild ‘challenges’ to her. “It’s fine. In fact, I bet you’ll enjoy tonight.” She gave an overly sweet smile, her eyes locking onto Chris. They said far more then her mouth. ‘You’re gonna do want I want. And you’ll like it’. She kept her eye contact as Josh wrapped his arms around her, making Alice glanced back at her actual lover, enjoying the

Every day since she arrived at the castle, Rosaline was prepped, polished and pushed into a tight dress. She could barely breathe as she sat waiting at the large dining table. There was a dozen other people at the table, all of them clearly knew the proper etiquette. They were visiting relatives, dukes and duchesses, lords and ladies – all fit in with the interior. Rosaline was a nobody and she never felt so small when she sat near the aristocrats. She felt like an imposter.

A brisk wind ran its fingers through the tall hemlock down by the riverbank, causing it to sway perilously. She sighed as she looked out of the window. The garden was neat and orderly, as was the house – she made sure of that. The little gate at the end of the lawn rattled in the wind, and she noticed the dustbin lid had been blown off. She must see to that. It was 8:15, and Catherine was tidying away the dishes of a breakfast in which they had shared petty formalities, and the marmalade.

This house had been her fortress of solitude for quite some time. Liz was just now beginning to get her bearings a bit after waking up from her coma some months back. Trying to process what had happened before, as well as the realization she was missing a year of life. Hers, Agnes’, Red’s... it was all quite overwhelming.