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China and Jeremy with a dream so big and suddenly this huge occurrence disaster in their life made the choice they regret for years to come. “I want to see our daughter’s grave.” That froze him inside. He tried to picture her—her now, China, the love of his life—and he couldn’t. What did she look like? What was her face like, her nose, her hair, her eyes and breasts and the slit between her legs? He drew a blank. There was no way to summon her the way she used to be or even the way she was in court, because all he could remember was the thing that had come out of her, four limbs and the equipment of a female, shoulders rigid and eyes shut tight, as if she were a mummy in a tomb. Jeremy nor China did not want the outcome of the situation. It was unexpected result of in fact this two couple never thought this could happen to them. The fact that they held in their mind a bright future both going to college and finishing what they started at high school, they did not have any alternatives beside

He was very powerful and wise. During the Emperor’s middle age, the Empress, the Emperor’s wife, had a child. The child was a girl, and her name was Ixtlaccihuatl. Many years later, Ixtlaccihuatl fell in love with a warrior named Popocatepetl. Although, her father forbid her to marry. The Emperor wanted his daughter to rule alone when he died. The Emperor began to grow old and become ill as the enemies began to get closer and closer to Tenochtitlan. Instead of the Emperor assigning a warrior to lead the rest of the warriors in battle, he offered a bribe to them all. He said if you defeat the enemies, you will have my daughter’s hand in marriage and you will rule Tenochtitlan. The warriors were pleased at what they heard. At the end, the warriors said Popocatepetl was the best in battle, but they were jealous of him. Because of their jealousy, they told the Emperor that Popocatepetl had died in battle. As soon as the Emperor saw his daughter, he told her that Popocatepetl had died. Ixtlaccihuatl quickly became very ill, and died of a broken heart. Popocatepetl returned to Tenochtitlan, and was told Ixtlaccihuatl had died. He took her to the top of a pyramid, and buried her there. Beside that pyramid was another, and there he stood with a torch in his hand. Years went by and snow came. Now there are two volcanoes side by side, Popocatepetl and

“In the new dream the dragon-like thing was between them, and somehow the mother managed to get the girl away. When her daughter finished telling the story, there was a bizarre look on the mother's face. As soon as she asked what was wrong, the mother explained. Those were not dreams. How’s that for spirits?”

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

There was no denying it; the walls of Malwrath were insurmountable to the legion. Even the almighty Zues trembled at the sight of such a city, for even his divine aid could not overcome Cerberus, the monstrous guard of the underworld. The stench of death proliferated from the nearby river canals; Hades, hated by gods and men alike, was at work again, spreading his diseases and suffering like a plague upon his realm.

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

I don’t get why my sister is sending me here, sending me to rehab. Its not like I have a problem. Ok, I have a slight problem but that doesn’t mean I need to go to rehab for it. She thinks it will help me “get better”. I get so annoyed with her when she says that. All she ever says to me now is do this and you’ll get better, try harder and maybe things would work out. Try harder. You don’t think I’ve tried my whole life to fix the things that are wrong with me. I have. I fought every single day and nothing ever changed. I’m still the same way I was since I was little. I’m still messed up. I know I am but she can’t honestly think that rehab is going to help can she? I highly doubt it.

Imagine yourself walking on the beach at sunset. The water is flat and the sky is full of oranges and reds. The evening couldn’t be more perfect until you stumble across a sea turtles nest and the turtles are beginning to hatch.

We wander, not believing to ever find even a sliver of hope, wandering on and on through endless fields of snow. We go farther even as one of my long time comrades fall, knowing that if we stop we would all starve to death just like him. I look into the distance, seeing something far off at first I thought it was nothing but my own delusion but as we walk further I see it clearly, I nuge on of my closest companions pointing out what I see, his eyes widen proving to me that it was truly not just my imagination, we run desperately towards it, a house! It was truly the hope we had all long since forgotten, looking to my side I see my comrades head rise into the air starting to howl, hearing him the rest join in including myself; as we are wolves.

A few days passed and I checked again and suddenly he just stopped breathing, I tried, again and again, to wake him up but it just didn't work. I screamed for help, white men and Aztec warriors rushed to Moctezuma's room, one of the white men tried to help but eventually gave up and said: “He’s dead”. When the news was out the king was dead the Wise men gathered and decided to elect the cousin of lord Moctezuma, Cuitlahuac the new Huey tlatoani. Later on, in the month I heard that Lord Cuitlahuac was going to continue the attack on the white

A couple weeks later Gus was admitted into the hospital and the cancer was affecting his whole body and shutting everything down. He had to be in a wheelchair because; the cancer had spread to his legs. Over the next couple of weeks he was living his life to the fullest, Hazel and Gus were so happy they lived every moment together and then Gus passed away later that month. Hazel was so broken and sad she did not know what to do with her life anymore. She went to his funeral and she was asked to speech so she said whatever; to make his parents happy. After, she got done with the funeral sje went home and the movie ended with her being happy

After such a sudden and traumatic loss, everything in life feels out of sequence, sense of time is jumbled, and it can be difficult to make sense of it all. Dreams are also “diamonds” and “broken mirrors.” (Urrea 1297) It is rare to have a dream with a simple, linear story line. This idea is represented not only in the metaphors used, but also in the sequence of events in the story.

On a cloudy night where the sky was jade blue and there was no stars in sight, there rode alone on Highway 55 Grant and Sherwell in there 1976 Chevrolet Corvette. It was near midnight when they were coming back from the theater in Columbus after they saw the new movie “Oliver Chase.” They were all alone where only a truck would pass every five or ten minutes. Then in the dead of silence Grant said, “Hey Sherwell, don’t you think that part when he blew that building was great, don’t ya.” ”Well, that was good, but the great part was when at the end when he saved the girl and got the gun from nowhere and shot that that guy, you know he was the evil dude. What’s his name again?” I replied to grant. “Oh you mean Dr.Steven,” Grant said. In flash

In the second grade I experienced my first nose bleed. It was quite traumatizing; I can distinctly recall the sudden sensation of warm blood wetting my lips and trickling down my throat. All of this was made worse by the fact that I met such a fate not by my own carelessness, but at the hands of another; a little boy named Alex, who pushed me down in a game of tag. Of course, I cried, and once Alex realized the harm he’d caused, he cried too; although I’m sure a fraction of him did feel sorry for the harm he’d inflicted, I think an even bigger fraction was terrified at the idea of being reprimanded. And though his utterances of “I’m sorry” were likely not without some sincerity, in that moment, I was so furious that I didn’t care. I promptly

It all started when we just bought our new house. “MOM! Where is my desk for my room” asked Rome. “Alice said she saw it in the kitchen” exclaimed Brook (Mom). When Rome went into the kitchen whining over to her desk, she grabbed it and started pulling…”what the heck” yelled Rome, her desked wasn't moving it was as if something wasn't letting it bugde. Rome was getting mad and impatient, so she yanked the desk, and it got throw across the room. “AHHHHH” screamed Rome, as she ran away to her mother. “MOM...MOM” said Rome, “what sweety” said brook, “Something is in this house with us!” said Rome. Brook with a very worried look on her face remembering the old owner saying “Beware the spirit, treat with harm it gives harm, treat with kind, it is kind.” Brook