Stumbling in her flat, Riley's head pulsated from the constant complaints, bratty kids, and outrageous hours. She shuffled to the loo only to discover she was out of Advil, slamming the cabinet door shut she checked the time on her wristwatch. “Great, looks like I'm getting takeout again,” she sighed. “Because I need to meditate.” Walking to her bedroom she kicked off her shoes and felt her toes sink into the shaggy carpet. Riley made a direct path to her closet to change into more leisurely clothes; remembering the reports of a peeping Tom in the area. Exiting the closet she grabs a box of matches and a candle to help her meditation. Plopping down on the floor indian style Riley places the candle in front of her, then strikes a …show more content…
Riley couldn't see who the figure was because her back was turned to her. The woman's red hair blocked her face as she was hunched over appearing to be writing in something. “Are you ready my revorno dist spirious?” A rich baritone voice rang out throughout the roof. The woman jumped in surprise but quickly recomposed herself. “No, and I do not think I ever will be Mortem,” the woman replied in a slight irish accent. Her voice sounded depressed as her form slumped; Riley frowned at feeling a sense of familiarity from the woman. “My sweet revorno dist spirious you know this must happen for our creatio delltre animare to be safe for fate has abandoned us upon this path,” the male voice says. The female sighs, “Why so soon though? Or why at all? I was given a chance to see what I missed and can never have and all too soon the little I have been given is being taken away again.” “You know why it must happen. I'm not happy about any of it either, but do you want our creatio delltre animare safe?” The female gave a fierce nod, “Of course I do! What kind of scum would I be not to?!” A thick silence settled upon them which the woman broke, “I am sorry Mortem, it is just that I am so used to having to act and think like a human that I have lost pieces of myself to fool those around me that I have made myself a fool.” “It’s fine my revorno dist spirious; don’t give yourself all the blame for I’m the one who concocted this plan.” The woman opened her mouth to speak
Amelia rolls around so she’s looking at us. Her eyes and face is red and puffy from crying.
“I feel terrible for you; you must be devastated. But do you think it’s wise to return home now? Forgive me for saying this, but given the hour, I assume the deed has already been done. To walk in on them and have that vision in your mind forever would be far worse.”
John M. Barry's Rising Tide: The Great Mississippi Flood of 1927 and How It Changed America, takes us back 70 years to a society that most of us would hardly recognize.
This is Water is the most read piece by David Foster Wallace. This is Water was written in the twenty-first century and used as a commencement speech. David Wallace delivered the speech at Kenyon College in two thousand five, for a graduating class. Throughout the essay, Wallace gives references to the generations today. Also, Wallace does such by his illustrations of how many are unconscious in life if its from traffic, worship, or their default settings.
I was about to turn around to face the familiarity of the voice when I hear a deafening explosion to my right. I did what anyone would under the circumstances. I cowered beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the flames.
Smooth Sailing is a private company that operates one cruise ship. Recently, pirate activity in the area where the cruise ship operates has increased, thus affecting the cruise ship’s potential future cash flows. The cash flow decline has directly contributed to a decline in the overall fair value of the cruise ship.
In The Water Wars written by Cameron Stracher, humanity struggles to survive in a parched, dry, and post-apocalyptic Earth. The narrator, Vera, lives with his brother Will in the Republic of Illinowa, once a part of the United States. Everything in her life was normal until she and her brother decided to venture on a dangerous and perilous journey beyond their republic in order to save Kai, a boy who somehow seems to have unlimited drinking water. All the dangers and events unfolded because of one key decision made by Vera.
Her dress is torn head bowed, strands of hair loosely hanging around her as if it had been in a fight with the hair tie. Heavy breathing is all that can be heard, slightly shaking from all that I can assume had been a strenuous task she chuckles low but with rising pitch until she's in a round house of laughs.
“The only reason you have a regret is because your precious Proctor is due to die soon.” One girl dared shout from the back.
“Alright, my name is Sho, and if you guys don’t remember it, then you all will have some troubles in the future!” The figure in question leaped down from the box of crates he was standing on and strode, no, strutted through the crowd until he came face to face with me. He looked down in order to meet my eyes, then swiftly grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards a more isolated part of the town.
A Splash Quite Unnoticed: Exploring the Ephemerality of Mankind in “The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls” and “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus”
The next day the theme "Cry the Second" was definitely was fulfilled. During the sacrament of Reconciliation I confessed to the Priest the conventional confessions “I don't go to church, I'm mean to my parents, etc; ” however, I felt a pang in my heart to talk about something that had been bothering me for a while: my judgmental personality. Through my tears Friar Romano told me of his personal experiences, how he is judgmental as well. I explained to him that I only wanted the best for my friends and I am very protective over them, to which he responded that although I want the best for others, it might not be their idea of the best. He also told me, “You are powerful,” which struck a cord on my heart, and has since stuck with me. He told me that he noticed that those around me look up to me as a leader, and that I have the power to make an impression on them, and shouldn’t misuse this power. After Reconciliation, I threw away my former rock and, I obtained a new one as well as a new attitude towards life. My rock read “harmony,” which is how I want to live my life: in harmony. I finally apprehended how I have been treating others and even myself, and wanted to change. There is no justification to live my life as if I am going to be judged for all of my actions. I shouldn’t have qualms for my life; I should be able to be me freely, and without feeling that I must please
“I’m sorry Mal.” Kassius said. “I didn’t mean to say that, but you need to wake up. The Sangrine Syndicate has become a problem in Kireina Island. I don’t care about what they were before, it’s what they are now. I’m very upset with what you’ve done, but I can understand it. You have your mother’s drive to help the world, but you’re still a teenager. You need to learn a lot more before you’re able to step out there and make a change.”
Water is a human right, not a commodity. It is the essence of life, sustaining every living being on the planet. Without it we would have no plants, no animals, no people. However, while water consumption doubles every twenty years our water sources are being depleted, polluted and exploited by multinational corporations. Water privatization has been promoted by corporations and international lending institutions as the solution to the global water crises but the only one’s who benefit from water privatization are investors and international banks. The essential dilemma of privatization is that the profit interests of private water utilities ultimately jeopardizes the safeguarding of the human right to water. Access to clean, sufficient
There is a balloon the shape and size of a beach ball. A string keeps it tethered to the ground. Someone in a white lab coat stands about eight feet away with a rod about as