She stood there as the world passed her by. Ever since she came into the world, it has turned its back to her. Shunned her and continued on their way, without a second glance. She stood in the background of life, watching the forgotten beauties that everyone had forgotten, like her. Even now she leaned up against a tall oak tree that stretched out across the sky, long limps twisting together and bright green leaves scattered about. The old tree had been there for a long time, and yet everyone that passed by was too busy to take in the grandness of what surrounded them. However, every flower that pressed through the cracks of the broken sidewalk, every bird that flew across the sky, every creature that walked by her she would stand in …show more content…
Even still she would give them a soft smile, even though she knew that they weren’t paying attention to her. Time swirled together and she was unable to tell how long she had been waiting and yet she still kept on waiting. She pushed back her long hair behind her ears as she titled her head to the side when she heard a male voice, but frowned when she saw a young high school kid come around the corner calling for his friends, who were a few feet ahead of him. It wasn’t him. She sighed, he was late. Of course he was always late; it was one of the few things that she loved about him. His world was perfect to those who saw him, and he was very old-fashioned, and yet for some reason her heart would began to pound when he would be several minutes late and then profusely apologize to her. Seeing him not put together and be clumsy around her made her feel special. As the memories faded away she smiled as she titled her head up to the sky and closed her eyes. She remembered now, why she kept going on in this world. The beauty of this world captivated her and made her feel not so alone, but he had given her the strength to put her foot forward and to keep moving in this thing that they call life. And that is why she was waiting; she was waiting for him to come to her. She had always been waiting for him. He always seemed to be off in his own little world, but all she could was pray
She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.
Seconds had seemed to pass like minutes and minutes like hours. They were addicted, or in love. Neither had been able to distinguish which. He'd spent the days doing everything in his power to find a distraction, pouring himself into his work nine-to-five and then letting a drink, or ten, settle him in the evening. They had tried tirelessly to find a balance but somehow couldn't tune themselves to vibrate on the same frequency. They stood close, cramped up in a corner by clubbers completely oblivious to the energy flowing between them. His surprise to see her was shadowed by the fire in his stomach, he couldn't take his eyes away from her lips, his own tingling with longing for their
The air was crisp and clean, as it was a mild autumn day. Throughout the forest, the sounds of nature could be heard. Birds chirping, leaves falling off trees in the midday breeze. The calm sounds of the woods gave way to a new sound: the gentle humming of a young female wanderer, on a quest to visit her grandmother. She quite enjoyed the sounds and view of the forest, as it was her favorite thing to surround herself with as she was growing up in the village not far from the forest edge. As she strolled through the winding paths of the forest road, she thought of the wonderful experiences of the day ahead with her grandmother.
Though she is weak, she struggles. I whisper soothing words to her as I carry her through the woods; if only she could understand that no harm will come to her by my hand. When she goes still, my heart twists in my chest. She has not left this world, I realize, but is staring at me with an intensity that makes the heat of fire seem dull. This is the first day that I have ever held a life in my arms, and it shakes me. Her soul is laid bare before my eyes, and I wish to shelter it from the snowfall. She does not see this, and though my words may be futile, they carry weight.
All types of horror films are designed to unfold our most horrible fears and insecurities that lie deep within. It successfully focuses on the bizarre and illicit side of life that frights us by playing around our nightmares, vulnerability, and fears of the indefinite. However, despite how chaotic and terrifying these films are, the horror-genre still attracts and repel us. We crave to see the numerous film villains overtake our nightmares and then be defeated by a particular “Final Girl” who normally places society back to its stagnant normality.
Running into the woods Sarah’s eyes fell on familiar sights. Trees she had climbed as a little girl, old trails her father had made, the old stream she loved to sit by and read poetry. Sweet, delicate memories flowed into her mind like warm, caressing fingers attached from loving angels, as Todd pulled her deeper into the woods. The world outside the community is exciting…but this is my home,” Sarah thought as Todd hurried slowed down to help her step over a fallen log
The sun broke through the grey and breathed life into the awakening city. The woman’s eyes though opened, were empty and moved accordingly to the flock of doves that soared through the chilled air. She gazed at the beautifully choreographed dance above where delicate wings formed prominent silhouettes against the comforting rays. The ancient apple tree which only last month was a mess of unruly twigs and withered leaves had now flourish into a bounty of lively red apples that heralded the Springtime. The richness of the sanctuary generated distant and painful memories in her head like the scenes of a tragic movie. She could still picture the remorseful look in the man’s eyes during his last breath. Her father, a man of ambitions and responsibilities, was not the father to throw her into the sky and tell her how much he loved
The Girl Without a Name by Sandra Block It is as normal as a day can get when you work at a psych ward. It’s the usual, people are kicking, screaming, refusing to stay where they are put until an unusual patient is brought in by police. She doesn’t know her name or where she is coming from and it’s up to Dr. Zoe Goldman in The Girl Without a Name by Sandra Block to figure it out. Seems pretty stressful right?
The air was crisp outside his cabin window. Fall’s cold brush had repainted the treetops; in other places perhaps they were a feast of colour, but the oak tree was different. The last piece leaf fell, not with the grace of a feather, but not so direct as a stone. It offers only a little resistance to the air, not knowing that this is its last dance in the sunlight, its last chance to play in the woodland air and that it soon will be lost in the sea of leaves that have already
In Erin Entrada Kelly’s The Land of Forgotten Girls, the majority of characters are dynamic or have the potential to be dynamic. From the main character, Sol, to minor characters such as Mrs. Yeung or Blackbeard, the junkyard owner, and even to Vea, everyone in this story has the potential to grow and change. This was an important factor in the story for me because it shows young readers that their past actions do not have to define who they are as they go forward and that, even if they are on a destructive path, they can make changes in their lives to mature.
Under the tree light has dropped from the top of the sky, light like a green latticework of branches, shining on every leaf, drifting down like clean white sand. A cicada sends its sawing song high into the empty air The world is a glass overflowing with water. 2. I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens[1] and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
“Girl” written by Jamaica Kincaid is an unusual text that depicts a mоther’s list оf rules that her daughter must fоllоw in оrder tо be accepted in sоciety. after reading this narrative fоr the first time, I read it as a resistant, I had nо idea what culture, time periоd оr what the true meaning behind this list was. I did, hоwever, knоw that it had sоme link tо hоw a wоman has tо behave.
Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”
The house was mess. So was her life. Every minute of every day seemed so full. Her days were never ending with ball practice's, ballet classes, school meetings, home meetings, and business meetings; this-that, and the other. She felt
Ever since she had met the man, she had seen the other side of life. This is the world that she now loved. She walks through life with a purpose. To give everyone the key to life.