Crying

emotional journey and in a way they are pretty similar with their own little differences. This story, “The Chrysanthemums”, and this poem, “Tears, Idle Tears”, are both similar in the way that the main character/speaker of the story is upset and is crying either at one point in the story or in all of the poem. And, well, it’s not just that but that seems to be the most obvious. They also have such imagery and vivid images of what is happening to the main character/speaker. It puts you in their shoes

I jumped up, still holding Madix like a baby. I had stopped crying, for the time being. Colby and I jumped into the car and took off, avoiding the lady in the SUV, and my grandpa behind us. The usually short seven minute drive to the vet seemed like an eternity. As we were driving there was a horrible stench, it smelled like one of Madix’s farts. Colby and I both knew it was the dog, but neither one of us said anything. I began crying again as I thought of what I would do if Madix was dead. Colby

her as a Perfect, Always smiling angel. Once, she had even helped an runt puppy cross the road. But not even a beautiful person who had once helped an runt puppy cross the road, was prepared for what Noah had in store today. The rain hammered like crying puppys, making Rachel lonely. Rachel grabbed a beautiful diamond encrusted gold locket that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Rachel stepped outside and Noah came closer, she could see the scrawny smile on his face. Noah

my mother caught me crying in my bathroom all alone. She doesn’t ever come home earlier than late night, so I figured that I would be okay and no one would hear or see me. I didn’t tell her what the problem was that I was having. It embarrassed me to say anything about it. I don’t like talking about my problems much, but my mother told me if I was uncomfortable to talk to her, I should try writing in this diary she got me. As you are probably wondering my reasoning for crying, I’m trying my best

Crying, laughing, it’s not the same. Saying goodbye is not the same. When you think of goodbyes it’s just saying “bye” to someone leaving a party, but this wasn’t it. Goodbye to a best friend, gone in heaven never seen again. Why does the world bring us death? Why not be immortal? But we can't, it’s impossible. “Bye grandma, I love you”. This changed my whole life, i’m now worthless, stupid, and ugly. I left school scared and sad knowing something was wrong, I was unattended t what was happening

My Grandma Matley is a big part of my life. She has been there through all of it with me. This was the biggest thing she has ever done for me. When my parents got a divorce, I shut myself in a shell that I would not leave. I would not smile, I could not sleep well, and I would cry all the time. Through all of it my grandma was just there giving me hugs and kisses and taking care of me after school. She would make me hot chocolate to try to get me to smile and let me sit in her bed in

It was long ago, the Earth was covered in ice. Before, life on Earth was prosperous. The people sang and danced while eating a plethora of foods. Then, with a sudden burst of cold air, the snow came. Once, there was a city called Babintok or, the city of sins. This city was nestled in the middle of a vast desert. The people there were evil and did not worship any god. They were godless. Many people dared to go inside the great cities walls, only to never come back out again. The city consumed people

“Get up! Getup!” My sister yelled piercing my ears with her high voice. I opened my eyes slowly trying to adjust to the rooms musty lighting and immediately a whiff of something burning had overcome me.Something between a mix of a saturday night campfire that we had every month and the burnt toast that my sister had mastered burning. I wasn’t very fond of the smell, it was too overwhelming and strong. I’m wasn’t one of those people that like the smell of gas or fire. Wait anyway why was something

njy’s Bellow `It is often said that one “should not judge a book by its cover”. As one reads The Sound and the Fury, which is set in the post-civil war South and portrays the decline of the aristocratic Compson family’s wealth and the corruption of their Southern values of honor, chivalry, “purity” of women, and family reputation, one notices that the character of mentally handicapped Benjy Compson is presented as that of an “idiot” and “slobbering looney” who moves “with a shambling gait like a

He, who meant everything to my life, was laying helplessly on the floor, shaking violently like an uncontrollable earthquake. But, I could not do anything about it, and I did not know what to do. All I did was stand there and watch, and cry, and be useless. I regret so much what I did not do. During it all, outside snow was gently falling to the ground while the winter season just began. My eleven year old body was snuggled against the corner of my couch curled up into a ball-like shape. My five