Summary Of Fleur's Journey: A Fictional Narrative

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

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

World’s held their breath as one single tear rolled down the cheek of a broken queen. Not a sound was uttered as the breath was released and Penelope wiped her cheeks clean of any sign that she had been mourning as she slid out from between the blankets. She crept through her house, though it could have been a stranger’s without her lord to make it a home. As she stepped onto the soft grass a warm wind whispered in her ears.

Her eyes glanced away from his for a brief moment, the air leaving her lips in a rather resigned manner. Drunk or not, he wasn’t going to let her be until he had tugged the truth out of her. But when it finally came out, would he see it for the sordid, rotten thing that it was? Would he see her that way? The only one she knew of that could relate to this was Vivianne. Her intellectual counterpart, the Devil’s Advocate in her everyday matters. Only she could see the scarlet that stained her hands and not pass judgement. But Priam? She thought the world of him -- to see disgust etched upon her features could bring her to ruins. All it took was one simple confession.

Halfway through reading his fourth letter is when he realizes he wasn’t always told the truth. He says, “Then I stopped reading the letter because I felt sick. Mother had not had a heart attack. Mother had not died. Mother had been alive all the time.

As Earlene held Augustine, the guilt that she had carried seemed to have begun to stab her repeatedly, she feels a little better telling the child somewhat of the truth. Whyyyyyy? Why did they have to kill my mother? said Augustine still is crying heavily. Earlene at the moment a loss of words at this point, looked at Augustine, and said you know you have a family that cares, and loves you they treat you as if you were their own. No, they don't. Augustine replied fiercely. They have lied to me this entire time. Augustine would then pull away from Earlene, and would begin to slowly walk backward. Now, remember, you promised me you wouldn't go to act out on what I have told you, said Earlene now basically pleading with Augustine. Augustine would then look at Earlene with her eyes glazed over, all she could feel now was immense hurt, and pain and she didn't know how to tend to it. Augustine would afterward turn around, and run out the room; dart passes everyone in the house and makes her way outside. Joseph, and Elizabeth both saw this. They would both look at one another, as they knew at the moment that Augustine had found out the very thing they tried for so long to keep a secret had now been

I miss you all greatly so it brings me joy to say that I will be coming home in the next few weeks. Everyone is fighting a long and hard battle, if things continue in our favor we will come out victorious. Unfortunately, father got went somewhere around Georgia to talk with the French so I don’t know how he is doing.

I love you all so very much. I wish I could express my love for you in words, but it is impossible. I would give anything to see you all again. Please pray for me and for everyone in this war because none of us expected so many deaths. Please pray for the diseased soldiers families. I know I am being very repetitive, but I love all of you so so much. I am fighting for all of you. I must go now, but I will try to write again soon. Please don’t lose

Maybe then, Etienne would realize the truth of it all. Maybe then he would realize his mother would never come back. Maybe I would realize too. It seems that I only felt true passion for Edna twice in my life; before marriage, and after death. Well, maybe I’m not being entirely truthful. Now I not only felt passion, but anger. Anger at her foolishness, for thinking she would ever make it alone, or without me.

Seeing that Epsilon still asleep on the couch. Noticing that he had a smile on his face, she assumed he was having a good dream. Opening the front door, she’d end up going outside to grab her luggage along with Malessica’s. Once she arrived back into the apartment, she placed the luggage in Epsilon’s room, taking her bathroom materials to brush her teeth, then showering. Completing her morning hygiene, Sabra changed into a green button up shirt with blue jeans. Heading towards the kitchen she decided to grab some breakfast. She started digging in the refrigerator while Epsilon slowly started to wake up. Looking over at Sabra with a piece of bread in her mouth, he chuckled.

Before I begin with the formalities, let me just tell you that I have missed you so much. I am sorry that the events concerning you and our father ended the way that they did.

It was a wonderful winter evening in High-Bridge town, when a young lady Fleur finally after one year of separation, met with her love Sebastian. She was extremely disappointed that all this time he hadn`t sent to her not a single news. Fleur was very worried about how his research expedition in the Atlantic Ocean was going. Sebastian looked very upset and distraught. That is why he wanted to make amends to her as quickly as possible. From the pocket of his faded jeans, he pulled out a small wooden box in the shape of heart. It was handmade, so it was impossible to buy it somewhere else. Young man hurried Fleur up to open the box. With trembling hands, she opened it and inside there was a magnificent diamond ring. On the reverse side, there

The blonde knows better than to become stiff at a question like this. Instead, she draws one of her hands onto the cold grey table and taps her fingers gently on the surface. While she brings her other hand to rest under her chin. Fleurette tries to think of a moment when she didn’t have a run in with the law. When faced with the danger of being imprisoned or fined, her water works would pave the way to victory. It was cliche to say the least, but behind her faux tears and her weak pleading, she put on a beautiful show. She was a temptress to the law and once they fell for her act, a gentle calming smile would form on her lips. Her face would read thank you, but her mind read you fool. You’re all fools. Clearing her throat she stopped her light drumming and brought both her hands to rest on the table together. “Non, non.

“We are heading to the ritual. Come on, you really don’t want to be late.” One of the men says as he pants for breath.

“Well, anyways,” the other began, “we decided that in a week or so you will have to go up into the Columbia Mountain and live up there for at least a month, but you can only bring a limited supply of food and water and maybe like a survival book or something.” The other one nodded in agreement.