San Angelo

“Lil?” Angela called, setting the groceries down on the kitchen counter. The television was on and playing an old episode of Twin Peaks, Lillian’s favorite show. Lillian, however, wasn’t in there watching it. Angela put the small amount of groceries away before calling out again. “Lillian! I’m home!” Her voice echoed through the house and empty halls. The only sound was the faint murmur of Agent Dale Cooper asking for a damn fine cup of coffee. The bathroom turned up empty. Angela went up to Lillian’s

another exception to the rule that female characters can't be prominent. For it involves a soon-to-be nun convent, Isabella, and if she should forgo her virginity. This central conflict starts when the Duke of Vienna steps down. Thus, he appoints Angelo to be the new leader. And his first act as is to outlaw all sexual activity in the city. Now, he does so under a law that the Duke hadn't enforced in almost two decades. So the first perpetrator is Claudio, who impregnated his lover, Juliet. Now,

I woke up early with a start. Was I Sarah or Gwen? Frantically, like a flustered maiden rushing to her window to see if her lover returned home, I wrapped my comforter around myself and raced to the mirror. Thank goodness! I was still Gwen. Yes! Yes! A smile stretched across my pretty dainty face, I was eagerly excited at the prospect that the day would hold. Like a clumsy lunatic, I scrambled to my closet. Today I was determined to be cute, as cute as was possible! Bingo! Tight summer dress, I would

my apartment, or meeting, Angelo. “Walk to the edge,” Angelo commands. “Go on, walk to the edge.” I'm released from his gaze as he steps out of my view, giving me the opportunity to survey my surroundings. At the water's edge, boats bob over waves that grow stronger, crashing against the wall and soaking the ground. A few buildings kiss the skyline, too far for anyone to capture a glimpse of us. The fierce sky looms overhead with dark grey clouds. Alice's was right, Angelo plans to kill me, to dump

cousins Kenneth Alessio Bianchi and Angelo Anthony Buono. Kenneth Bianchi was born in Rochester, New York to a prostitute mother and was given up for adoption when he was born. His upbringing was normal, but he was known to be a pathological liar. He had a fantasy about joining the police force, but when he applied both in New York and Los Angeles, he was rejected. In 1975 Bianchi decided to move to Los Angeles to stay with his role model and older cousin Angelo Buono. He ends up living with Buono

actually is regarding Barnardine’s situation. In the first scene of act one, the Duke is portrayed as the embodiment of responsibility. As he leaves for his fake vacation, he makes certain to leave someone to fill his position in his absence. Moreover, Angelo seems like the right choice. The Duke’s praises, Angelo’s gracefulness, even his angelic name, provide the reader with a sense of trust. Although the Duke is

Have you ever had so much fun at a place you never want to leave? I have, at cedar point, it was so much fun that I can’t wait to go back next year. I had been waiting all summer to go to cedar point and it had finally come. I was both nervous and excited at the same time. We packed the night before and left the next morning. It was a five and a half hour drive, but it was completely worth it. I sat in the back and waited. All I could think about was all of the rides. Finally we pulled up to the

Voicemail must have picked up the call. I slide off the stool and amble across the room to retrieve my phone. One missed call, no voicemail. The phone vibrates and sings in my hand, startling me. Angelo 's name flashes on the screen. The hummingbird, who took up residence in my chest since meeting Angelo, beats her wings. My body quivers in anticipation to answer the call, to hear his voice. “Eva? Eva, are you there?” He sounds concerned. That’s new, refreshing even. “Yes, I’m here,” I say, keeping

Vacation cousin The drive to North Carolina was very long and boring . “When will we be at the hotel?” I had asked, “ In about 4 hours.” My dad told me. Over the summer, my family and I went to North Carolina to celebrate my grand parent’s 50th anniversary and my cousins were driving up from Florida to meet us at the beach house. My grandparents took a plane up to Michigan to spend a lot of time with us. They also came up to see some old friends and help at my house. I was looking forward to spend

Day 2, After we had went downstairs to eat breakfast me and my little brother Aien (aye-en) got in the shower etc, and got ready to go shopping. We leave the hotel and go to this mall, and my mother left her wallet in the room. We drove all the way back to the hotel and the wallet was nowhere to be found. The WHOLE TIME, her wallet was in her car. Anyways we get back to the mall, and it was this guy who played this instrument really well(I forgot what it was called). But Aien was fascinated, and