He had said hello enough times and was about to hang up. Whoever it was that had called him five times in a roll. It was a new number that only a few knew and he meant counting on less than two hands. He hears someone clear their throat. “Hello.” “Hi,” said a soft, slurred, and seriously voice. “Did you know I always had a hard time telling you I love you?” “I told you to never…” “Don’t worry about that. Did you know I told my grandfather, he should die? He will not let me renounce being the heir, so I can be with you so I think one of us should not be around any longer. Why do you think he hates me so much? He is the reason why you don’t like me anymore.” “Alanine,” said Snap frightened, “where are you?” …show more content…
I am not doing so good because I cannot talk to you or see you or be with you or do stuff so everyone can see that I am the one who you love. I cannot talk to you more or you will get mad at me again.” And, the phone went dead. He had to think. He heard a sound in the background that he should know. His mind was racing, listening to how crazed she sounded. He had to remain calm. He couldn’t call her grandfather. The man was mentally sick and would blame him is she… He had to relax and think. He felt a small pressure on the top of his arm. “Was that Bobby you were talking to?” “No, it was Alanine,” he said absentmindedly, and while still trying to… his head snapped up and was now looking at Cody. His mind was so preoccupied with what he heard over the phone he didn’t hear her come in. “So what was her excuse to piss you off now?” she laughed. “You’re not really my wife, so get your hands off me,” he snarled hotly, as he ran out of the room. - When he found her, she was lying on the floor. There was a mess next to her. When she raised her head and saw him she smiled, then emptied her stomach where the other mess was. He didn’t know if he was relieved or angry. When she was finished, she neglectfully wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and squint her eyes as if seeing him in the
Welcome good people of Oceania. Today I can report that we have conducted a mission that has killed the leader of Eastasia, the murderer who is responsible for the deaths of thousands of our women, men, and children. This is your victory! We are triumphant! In our long history, we have never had a more doublegood day than this. Our mission was carried out with the combination of precision, speed, accuracy and boldness that the enemy did not expect. The death of the Eastasian leader is the most significant achievement to date in our nation’s effort to defeat Eastasia. Thousands of years from now people will speak of this day. Yet his death does not mark the end of our effort. There’s is no doubt that Eastasia will continue to pursue attack against us. We must stay vigilant and defend our world, defend our wealth, defend our happiness, and defend our satisfaction.
“Can I tell you I love you even if I don’t know if I mean it? I don’t think I mean it, that way.”
Elie Wiesel was a memorable survivor of the unforgettable survivor of the unforgettable Holocaust. His accomplishments and his wise words were inspiring. He went through so much and he moves on from it and worries about us first.
As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her
Did you know that it only took twenty minutes for people to die once the Nazis had forced them into a gas chamber? In that short amount of time all their hopes, dreams and achievements disappeared. Elie Wiesel believed that whenever “men and women are being persecuted because of their race, religion or political views…” then it falls on all of us, both individuals and government, to help. I agree with Wiesel that to stop future genocide and further racism, we must all come together because not only are we all human beings, but if we don't then we will never advance.
And how twisted was the world, that his victim would forgive him before he forgave himself? That after he’d raped her, he was the one crying, it was him needing her comfort? She was always like this… this frightening mix of strength and vulnerability, both built upon suffering he, back then, could never even fathom. Now though… now he was beginning to understand what made her like
She had taken care of him, suffered through his fits of rage, accepted his blind addiction to loving himself, and his inability to sympathize with there needs. She was alone, isolated, and her pain was denied by his constant need for the world to revolve around his compulsions. This contradictory life weighed heavily on her, until one day she cold not live with it any longer. He came home on one of his low days. He was upset by his business, rattling on about how his business associates had wronged him. As he was ranting, something in her snapped, she grabbed the kitchen knife to her left and stabbed
What was going through his head, obviously, was not what she expected. He started to walk out the door without her help and before she knew it, he was gone out of sight. She sat down thinking he was going to come back, but as time went on, she started to feel anxious and scared and called the police after going out looking for him. The police brought him back, not knowing that in the back of the police car, he had passed away.
I would like to show you a different perspective on a topic that is very close to me, and hopefully persuade you to see this stance in a different light. The National Minimum Drinking Age Act of 1984 was passed to punish the states that allowed people under the age of 21 to buy and consume alcohol. I am sure you are aware of this act but that is when i believe a right was taken away from american citizens. I believe that it is a right of an american to go out with his friends or coworkers and relax after a long week of contributing to the economy , by working or putting money into circulation when he buys groceries or picks up the tab at the bar for his friends. I am fully aware of the opposing argument, that “kids” under 21 are not responsible for their actions when they are impaired by drinking, but the same is true about people over 21 as well. What defines 21 as the age that makes you so much smarter than the 20 year old that you were last week.
She looked at the child, safely in her arms, breathing steadily. She looked at the man, then turned her head at the semi. The semi woman had no chance. She cared for the child, even when it ended her own life. She cradled the child in her arms, quietly praying that he didn’t what had become of his mother. She didn’t know that the child was hanging onto her arm, sobbing into her sleeve. The warm, wet tears on her shirt had brought something out of her. She broke down in the middle of the road. She cried into the bright blue coat of the little boy. He was tightly holding his Teddy bear when she had grabbed him, but when she looked down, he was no longer in possession of such an innocent creature. He dropped it when she had set him on the ground. She stood up, looked at the burning car and semi, and realized that she had saved a person, but she was mostly proud at the fact that she had saved a child, no older than eight years. The police took her, the man, and the child into custody. She walked to the ambulance with the help of an officer. The girl had been silent from the moment that she had put her earbuds in. She hadn’t spoken a single word. Not a single
Out in the night Roger waiting for his next victim Mrs. Jones walks past and there he goes as fast as his small, nimble body could carry him, he grabs the purse and with all the weight of her unintendedly heavy pocket book and her heavy self he fell fast. Roger starts to understand what just happens, but it was too late, he was already being held by his collar. Roger started to feel hot in the face in which he figured they could easily see, but all he wanted was to be let go. Mrs. Jones started ranting again about how his face was dirty, but that didn’t matter to him, he had even told her he wasn’t hungry that was a bad lie, he was starving, but no matter what he could not change Mrs. Jones mind he was going home with her to wash his face and eat some nice food he stared at the door as she turned him loose but he didn’t run so he washed his face. Roger sat where she could not see him and decided to move to show trust.
She'd reacted as hoped, and when her second hand lay over his, he felt the compassion and sympathy in that touch. "Thank you, Mirella." He'd whispered, with lips trembling, before he managed to shake off the memories of his lost beloved, and continued. Pickett's gaze didn't leave the young woman's for a second, and neither did his brain stop ticking. The man was curious to see her reaction to his revelation, expecting it to be dramatic, and he wasn't in the least
While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?
O’Brien’s speech from Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell describes the future of Oceania’s society under the Party’s rule. The underlying meaning behind O’Brien’s speech is that society will eventually be completely dehumanized by the removal of all basic human characteristics. This meaning is established through the use of repetition, diction, and imagery.
Many authors bring in the theme of politics into their work in order to make their creations more appealing and as a form of expressing their personal views. George Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-four” is a novel that contains many political messages to the world. Orwell felt that part of his role as a writer is to serve as a voice of conscience to our society by trying to express the truth as he saw it. The novel was written in a crucial time period in modern history after the Second World War and at the beginning of the Cold War. One can see that the book was influenced by current events of its time mixed with Orwell’s standpoint. He focuses on three major political issues that effect society, which are the dangers of war, class differences