Breath, Eyes, Memory

stairway to the grip in which we strangle each other, the waves colliding onto our vision, an empty space. The single man walking the line, standing tall along the forgotten memories. The smell of ash onto the sky, flying angels staring down upon the fallen structures. Standing still, surrounded by arms for only the white of their eyes could be

Should I do it? My heart sits in my throat as a man and boy come into view. Distant enough that I can’t make out their faces, but too close for my liking. I’ve been here before. This is not good. The urge to shoot the bow immediately is bursting at the seams, unfathomably tempting. Competing thoughts skitter through my brain, unrelenting and refusing to let go. My heart skips a beat with the bow in my cold calloused hands. Too many unknowns in this new, cruel world add a different degree of

Haiti...hoping that the extraordinary female story tellers I grew up with. Will choose to tell their story through my voice. For those of us who have a voice must speak to the present and the past. For we may well be Haiti's last surviving breath, eyes, memory." How does the quote relate to the novel and what connections can we make to contemporary times? Danticat’s recollection for the Haiti past can thus also be seen as a yearning for an black past Sophie repeatedly bring to mind when she speak

You cast your eyes back to the test, fingernails gripping the toilet seat. An innocent little pee stick that could destroy or complete someone’s life.

and mumbling under their breath, all the while anti-replicant slang and and imagery are spray painted outside of his apartment and even on his door. It is clear that K (replicants) are not welcome by the general populace of people and are treated much worse than everybody else. The cruel reactions to K build up the audience's sympathy towards him, they not only understand that he has a very difficult life and that others treat him unfairly, but also that he has memories and emotions just like humans

words were right there, caught in his throat, and it brought tears to his eyes that he could not let them out. Gabe grabbed Jonas ' hand, and even though he knew the toddler was freezing, his touch felt fiery hot on Jonas ' skin. I 'm dying thought Jonas, tears now freely rolling down his cheeks, only to freeze there in the cold wind. He knew there was no escaping it, that his time had come. He was glad that the memories would now go back to the community, and that the Giver would be there to help

he was always drowning. His phobia was deep-seated, and he no longer went swimming. But strangely, if he had a life vest, he was still able to enjoy the ocean’s tranquility if he were on a boat. He put the disparity down to his favorite childhood memory, a

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong. With a cheeky grin

If only I knew how much those words would mean to me now. My eyes shot open in fear, the unknown surroundings swallowing me whole. My throat closed up, the rawness rubbing along with air ways, clawing at my neck. I couldn't breathe, as I rolled over to my chest, coughing up the remains of dryness within my throat. My brown eyes raced around the unknown area. Calculating and taking in the overgrown lush forest and grass, with the bright skies above me. With a squinting gaze, I press my hands against

There are places in my heart that are yours alone. In them I linger, thinking of you. As you plunge your quivering lips into mine, I gasp for my final breath in the softness of your mouth with teardrops in our kiss. Closing my eyes to this bittersweet suffocation, memories of our first emerge… Your lips break free from mine, our fingers untwined. I watch you drifting from my touch as you dance into the night. Your flowered summer dress barely touches you and I envy the glow of streetlights, kissing