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and flow, he turns into a pinion in the wheels of industry. When he develops again on the manufacturing plant floor, his frenzy sends him into an offbeat skip, splashing oil in laborers' confronts, curving his wrenches on everything in sight that looks like a jolt. Outside the production line, the Tramp spots a lady with prominently large bosoms punctuated by shock like catches. He pursues her with a wild glimmer in his eye; as of now, the Stifler has satisfied itself without doing with the proposed

be perfect all the time. When Amy tells the reader how she changes her appearance, she states: I remove from my purse a pair of scissors and bunny brown hair dye. I shear off large chunks of my hair… I put on a pair of outdated wire-rim glasses and look in the rearview mirror and smile again. Nick and I would never have married if I looked like this when we met. All this could have been avoided if I was less pretty. (Gone Girl 236) For Amy’s entire life, she had to be perfect in order to live up to

the library and sit across and diagonal from this girl who always makes me curious with the way she looks, the way she acts. Everyday I see her, sitting alone. It’s only seven thirteen and I know her friends will join her soon; I stay sitting across from her. Everyday, my curiosity grows. I see her all day and I know next to nothing about her. She sits alone most of the time, an almost forlorn look plastered to her face. Alone now, I know she sees me. Her eyes dart up at me as I sit then return

trainer as I feel beads of sweat running down my forehead. My whole body is numb and my mind is racing while I try and recall everything I had learned. I look into the crowd and just see darkness. I can hear people chanting my name. The lights are all shining on me. I look across the ring and see my opponent. He stares me down but the look on his face does not phase me. I turn around as my trainer gives me the last piece of advice. Then the bell rings. I take a few steps forward and immediately

said with caution and truth. “So if a duke was to ask for your hand that wouldn’t make you happy?” Edward asked with a bemused look on his face. Sophia could see the look in his eyes. He was daring her to say that it wouldn’t, but he assumed that it would be a lie. He was just like all the other men that Sophia had met. He only cared about himself and what he would look like with Sophia on his arm, there was no room for

The children’s book Watertower, by Gary Crew and illustrated by Steven Woolman, is simple when individually read in text and illustration, but when placed together becomes unusually complex. Most eight to twelve year olds who would read this story could find it amusing or entertaining, but when read by someone older and wiser, they might apply past experiences to form opinions for each element in reading the illustrations and text individually, then combined. The reader is able to construct his

force the door open with what look like a wrench. The door burst open with multiple tugs with the wrench. A body fell out. My eyes widened with disbelief as I saw a black liquid coming from the girl's body, making a pool of a dark substance next to her. "You have to clean the oil off of her! It could get into her cuts and injuries! Oil is also very flammable!" I yelled at the police, starting to panic. I was not going to let someone else die. The cop turned to look at me and frowned. "Oil?" He asked

Larah broke the seal on the note: When you read this, go alone to the courtyard of the Black Tower. If you wait for your partner, the opportunity will be lost. Under the King’s foot is the key. Ask, in the old way, and it will be given to you. Alric If I find the Moonstone quickly, I should be able to make it back before Riasean notices. Larah looked at the Black Tower, then slowly scanned the courtyard. Under the King’s foot is the key. She saw nothing which would fit that description. There was

I plunge into the darkness, not even turning my head to look back at the mess behind me. The brand new, sparkling, metallic car is done for, no doubt about it, but so am I if my parents find out about it. All but one of the car tires popped; the windshield busted into incredibly miniature shards of glass; the side smacked into the side of a tree. What do they expect? It’s winter! Diving even deeper and deeper into the almost pitch black woods, I let my thoughts and worries wash away, losing myself

through the wood to grandmas. I think that’s a different story honey. But, you are here for something yes? You can nod your head how great for you. Well, the cost depends on what you ask for, but know that my prices, well baby, they’re steep. You look confused, do you want to know why are they so steep? Another head nod, really? Okay, well do you want the truth or the lie that matches the idea you have in your head of me as a cruel and evil monster? You know what never mind, one truth bomb coming