Potion

Christopher Lee once said, “There is a dark side in all of us. And for us 'bad' people, the bad side dominates. I think there is a great sadness in villains, and I have tried to put that across. We cannot stop ourselves doing what we are doing.” All humans, have a dark side to them, people know they are doing something wrong, however, they cannot stop themselves from doing the action. There is a sadness behind the actions someone takes and maybe even a tiny ounce of guilt however, it doesn’t stop

for dinner that night. He was going to put the potion into her wine. Diana wasn’t aware that Alan had such a tremendous admiration for her. He was strolling along, almost to the restaurant when a bluebird swooped down and snatched the love potion from Alan’s grip. “Ah-ah-oh you come back here bird! That’s mine!” shrieked Alan. He dashed after the bird until he could no longer run. The bird landed, and Alan could see the bird sipping the potion. Alan’s jaw dropped. He pondered upon what it

were living. The Princess had promised herself she wouldn't fuck things up this time. But of course, she failed miserably at keeping her promise because the handsome Prince had become even hotter during his absence, and she had been messing up with potions again. Luckily, this time the Prince and the Princess decided to deal with their awkward -for lack of a better word- relationship as grown-ups and they talked about it, which lead to more making out (which wasn't awkward for a change). Unfortunately

brewing my first potion. I can feel my nerves mounting as I type this. One of the most important things we have covered this year has to be the ethics of certain potions and ingredients. I have to be honest this really isn’t something I have ever thought about before. Seems silly now as it’s obvious that the ingredients have to come from somewhere, I guess it’s easy for us to forget that sometimes they come from living, breathing creatures. I just find the whole administration of potions fascinating

woman who is indifferent to him, comes to the establishment of a mysterious old man who deals in magic potions. Austen has been told that he can buy a potion that will make the object of his affections fall madly in love with him. The old man shows little interest in the financial profit to be gained from selling Alan a love potion. Instead, he devotes most of his sales talk to recommending a potion that he calls a spot remover or a life cleaner, a powerful poison that is undetectable in an autopsy

for dinner that night. He was going to put the potion into her wine. Diana wasn’t aware that Alan had such a tremendous admiration for her. He was strolling along, almost to the restaurant when a bluebird swooped down and snatched the love potion from Alan’s grip. “Ah-ah-oh you come back here bird! That’s mine!” shrieked Alan. He dashed after the bird until he could no longer run. The bird landed, and Alan could see the bird sipping the potion. Alan’s jaw dropped. He pondered upon what it

Alan Austen, a character who shows typically feminine or androgynous traits, displaying Alan being timid, easily manipulated, cowardly, and inevitably, the harbinger of his own destruction. ‘The Chaser’ features Alan seeking out an old man for a love potion to make Diana fall in love with him. From a sophisticated gender perspective, ‘the Chaser’ is shown to be patriarchal to start, with androgynous areas that end with the story being heavily androgynous. Based on text in the story and underlying themes

Religion Reaction Essay: “Body Ritual Among The Nacirmea” The reaction essay is based upon Horace Miner’s article “Body Ritual Among the Nacirema,” published in Wiley-Blackwell’s, in conjunction with the American Anthropological Association, journal American Anthropologist. The essay will consist of two sections: an article summary and a reaction discussion. Article Summary Horace Miner wrote the article “Body Ritual among the Nacirema”, in which he described and detailed the various body rituals

One morning, the piercing sound of alarm clock brought me back to life. When I woke up from unsettling dreams, trying to stretch my arms and legs and to reach for my phone but found myself turned into an unicorn. Lying on my back with rainbow colored hair and tail in my “small” bed, and when I looked up and down, my giant, sharp horn on my forehead and my snow white belly appeared in my view. My enormous legs took up three-quarters of the bed. I have to squeeze my gigantic body to fit in. What a

There was a feeling. You weren't exactly sure what was causing it, but it was a nice feeling. As you came to, you began to feel more of the feeling and it started to manifest itself to a physical point on your body. It almost felt like...someone was stroking your hair. Forcing your eyes open, you slowly registered that someone was, in fact, stroking your hair. It was like a pail of ice-cold water had been dumped on your head and you lurched away from the hand, almost falling off the bed you found