Breath, Eyes, Memory

Are You Needlessly Recycling Emotional Pain? How to Let Go and Move on By Maria McMahon | Submitted On October 08, 2014 Recommend Article Article Comments Print Article Share this article on Facebook Share this article on Twitter Share this article on Google+ Share this article on Linkedin Share this article on StumbleUpon Share this article on Delicious Share this article on Digg Share this article on Reddit Share this article on Pinterest Expert Author Maria McMahon In my experience as

Time stopped. The air around them stilled. Everything flew out in slow motion, the plant pierced Peggie's delicate skin. Everyone grew silent. Nobody dared to let a breath slip out. It was as if the group was waiting for Ilya's response to commence. The blonde's grey eyes murderously drew to the black haired heathen and back to her fallen friend. On Que, thats when Ilya let out a blood curling scream "Pegalyn!" she screeched, her arms latching around Peggie who was beginning to fall lop sided.

There was a hole the size of his clenched fist on one wall. It looked into another room. A girl roughly his age lived in that room. He didn't rise yet from bed. Behind his closed lids he fought the haze from ripoing away this dream... Or was it a memory? Chills prickled against his skin, the bite of snow. He could see his hands wrapped in tattered cloth, trying to keep warm before a fire. Hear voices gruff voices, others that were lost. Huddled around this open flame, their bodies squirmed among

Waverly shoulders slumped, falling back into her seat with slumped shoulders, Waverly she huffed out a defeated breath and stared down at her traitorous phone. This man scared her, and she hated being scared, being scared was all you knew when you came from an abusive family. Walker Rike scared her, unnerved her and intriqued her. Rattled and raised the memories and feelings of a time she didn’t want to think about ever again. Yes, she wanted to hurt him, wanted to see him want her badly, wanted

Evan/Shawn I had gained my memories back, both my human and my angel memories. Now I was standing outside Adie’s house with my bag at my side when I heard footsteps stop beside me. I turned and saw that it was Alex and James. “Hey guys, wait here for a minute then I will be ready.” “Evan, you cannot be with her anymore child,” I turned to see the boss in all of her glory, though she was in more modern clothing rather than her traditional Goddess Dress. “I know that I’m just making sure she is

allow the reader to experience an ironic reversal of conventional expectations of the moment of death in the mid-1800s, as the speaker finds nothing but and eerie darkness at the end of her life. The first stanza introduces the speaker’s earliest memory as they are starting the journey of crossing over. Right away the reader is introduced to a fly buzzing around the room, “I heard a Fly buzz- when I died-“(1). The fly represents the soul leaving the body and witnessing the surroundings of the life

The sight brings forth a nostalgic memory, and sequentially a profound sense of energy. My eyes dart back to blocks and there’s definitely something else, something missing. I just can’t grasp the idea. I shove my confused thoughts away and concentrate on swim practice and the set intervals. My legs flutter with a burning sensation and I relish the pain. However, the thought can’t stop recurring, and as I drift into the wall, I travel back to beginning of the memory... “BEEEEPPP!” The screech of the

attached to the car’s ignition system. Once it is installed, the car won’t start unless someone blows into a tube and their breath is alcohol-free. After the car has been started, it will ask for breath samples at random times and if it detects alcohol, it won’t stop the car, but it will contact the court or probation department and tell them that person tested positive for alcohol breath. Most of the time, the driver will have to pay to have the device installed and maintained. Drivers who caused an accident

of her palette, Elowen raised it once more to the canvas—her eyes to his. “I can’t seem to get the color of your eyes.” Alder gazed through her with that distant look of his—as though the night sky had wreathed itself within surreal fathoms. Slowly, deliberately, he replied, “And what color are they, to you?” It was a strange question, considering Alder’s eyes had never seen light, much less color. Even for her, who could see his eyes, their scattered warmth was an enigma impossible to emulate

has a psychological significance to humans. There is something about water that has always attracted humanity. It is evident from our literature that humanity has often felt drawn to the water. Some good examples of this are Tim Winton’s 2008 novel ‘Breath’ and ‘The Bloody Past, the Wandering Future’, written by Janette Turner Hospital as a part of her ‘Dislocation’ series in 1990.