Teacup

The Interlopers: Epilogue “Who are they?” Asked Georg quickly, straining his eyes to see what the other gladly would not have seen. “Wolves.” The two men lay in the snow, listening to the branches creak in the forest. Silence. A crow cawed in the distance, interrupting the calm only for a second. As the two men’s fate approached, they began to perceive things that they had never experienced before. All the crackling, shuffling, and whistling became crystal clear to them, and they wondered how they

toward the kitchen. Finny had left the door open when he came in, allowing a certain demon hound to trot in.  Sebastian was sitting next to Mayrin's leg watching the maid wash dishes. When a teacup slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor. Sebastian, still being a demon butler, reached out and grabbed the teacup before it could hit the floor and held it out for the maid. Mayrin just looked at the small child in shock. Sebastian just stared back up Mayrin, hoping that she wouldn't realize who he

Like many things, my journey to Hong Kong has a beginning, middle and end but, not in that order. I would always assume that the beginning of my journey started the moment I stepped on Cebu Pacific flight headed to my version of a divine abode. Even as I approached my destination, I remained oblivious to the fact that what lay ahead of me consisted more than that of a theme park and cold weather. In the end, I realized that there is more to a chilly city with Disneyland. Inching my way towards

young witches and wizards' dreams. The demand for a job in that field is high though, and it'll be hard to land a spot on the team but I know that with enough effort that I can do it. That's why I'm here. I can learn how to transform a frog into a teacup with the flick of my wrist, and someday even more complicated things. I can't wait to do the best I can, so that in the future I can protect the wizarding community, and become an amazing

Spontaneous Human Combustion (SHC) occurs when a person bursts into flames from a chemical reaction within. The victim’s torso and head are burned to a pile of ashes while their extremities remain intact. Human bodies must reach 3,000 degrees to become ashes. Though, the room around them show little or no signs of fire besides greasy stains on furniture or the walls. Not everyone suffering from SHC is completely burned. Some develop strange, unexplainable burns or emanate smoke from their body

The occurring disappearances pile up in Bath, London. Recently, Billy Weaver, a young seventeen year old, disappeared after visiting Bath for a potential job interview. This case is remarkably similar to two cases two years ago, when Christopher Mulloand and Gregory W. Temple went missing. All three men were close in age. Surprisingly, they were all last seen in a boarding house. Her neighbors described the landlady as slightly dotty. Last night, authorities were able to arrest her after she was

late-night gossiping, Of giggles, cherubs, and secrecy between sisters; Stories of boys, girls, tree houses, And twisted roads brim with broken window glass, Even a lack or chivalry from our dad. We’d share in the delights and sweet innocence Of teacup ceremonies with dolls in dark closets. I’d joke of your bedroom cleanliness as we’d laugh At my own disorganized entanglements, And how it would bring you to tears. Over the years we’d drift, The sail to our paths leading us to dance among our skeletons

actually went away and left. There was a lost kingdom that Belle’s mom went to and cursed everything in that castle. Rosalind was a Charmante which means she has power. In the Castle, she turned every servant into an object, for example Mrs. Pott’s, the teacup, was actually a living person. Her son Chip was actually a five year old boy named Charles. The objects would never age and they would forever be in that castle.

Both the paintings Clothing and Status in Colonial Mexico and A Chocolate Party in Spain demostate similarities such as the symbolization of high-class, the use of porcelain, and their expensive fashion despite their differences in race and location. Clothing and Status in Colonial Mexico portrays the intense desire for status ambition and blending of cultures between a native woman and a African husband. Both the man and woman were low-class in Colonial Mexico, but their interracial marriage symbolizes

Robert Burns’ “Oh, my love is like a red, red rose” and in W. H. Auden “As I Walked Out One Evening” both write about how one loves a significant other for an eternity. Both poets use time measuring devices to show how time could hinder the couple’s feelings. Burns and Auden use the themes of love and time to show that people will fall in love and that time will never stop. They both show how time can affect the way that the lovers in the poems feel about one another. In Burns’ poem, the speaker