Teacup

that was a massive fuck up. he shouldn’t have done that. if he left taeyong’s drink alone, he could’ve went through the day without a hitch, and a broken nose. the fact that taeyong doesn’t like to share his drinks or food because the fact that saliva from others is disgusting is widely known. well, the guy with the brain of albert einstein decided, “hey! it’d hilarious to spit in lee taeyong’s drink and let him drink it!” little did that fucker know, taeyong can pack a goddamn punch. for the first

Xion got up out of bed and left her room. 'Being partners with Roxas has been getting along fine, I don't know what I was so worried about...' She met Roxas waiting outside of her room along with...Saïx. "Lord Xemnas had summoned us." Saïx uttered. Roxas nodded silently and beckoned her to go with them. OoO Organization XIII gathered upon the Altar of Naught were the light of Kingdom Hearts shone the brightest. Xemnas stood at the ledge with his arms raised to the heart shaped moon. "The time

My Father's Head is a short story about Simbi, a girl coming to terms with her father's death. The vivid world created by Okwiri Oduor overwhelms with it's detail, color, disturbing imagery, and sharp odors; and it charms with it's brilliant, subversive humor and it's humanity.  Simbi's memories of her father bubble up when Father Ignatius visits the home where the girl tends to the old. After preparations the old people watch the new chaplain arrive, take his seat, and give them his blessings; "the

dumbfounded. I would have to choose my words very carefully for this hullabaloo of a question. I stared into the fine china teacup while I thought. "This question is very hard to answer. But, I will tell you all of it." "Have heard about the demon wipe out?" they gave me a weird look. "Yes, we know about it." I continued with my

My eyes widen in astonishment to hear we're the ones making her feel nervous, I'm practically quaking in my shoes. With faltering steps, Alice lead us towards the empty sofa, where we sit close together. Though the fire radiates enough heat to fill the room, I feel the chill around us emitting from the ice queen. A set of icy hands holds me to my seat, yet my spontaneous eyes gaze at the curious couple entertaining us this evening. Sitting beside her mother, a feeble man hidden within the shell

Instantly, the three dogs were before him: the one with eyes as big as teacups, the one with eyes as big as millstones, and the one with eyes as big as the Round Tower in Copenhagen” (Andersen 7). The descriptions of the dogs is unique and fitting for this version, the common motif of the rule of threes is present, and I was

of when my grandma just passed away. It makes me wonder what did my grandma feel like when she was going up to heaven. It also makes me wonder if my grandma wanted a second chance or not. 2. “It was a part of some old amusement park ride-a large teacup, made of dark, polished wood with

Amelia enjoyed the horror books the most. She always enjoyed a scare. Even though she was terrified of so many things. While in the middle of reading, a voice suddenly spoke behind her. "I have returned with your tea," Sebastian said as he placed the teacup onto the coffee table. "Thank you so much." She responded as she looked up from the book. "It honestly smells divine." She complimented, setting the book aside. "That is most kind of you." He responded, glancing at the book that was set

The Warmth Of The Cottage And The Despair Of The Outside World Humans take many things for granted, in this story, Searching for Summer by Joan Aikens, the reader comes across two world the world of destruction and gloom and the world of happiness and joy. The difference between the settings of the cottage and England are portrayed through the vivid imagery that depicts the contrast in mood. In this story England is depicted as a gloomy place with “withered grass” because of the absence of sunlight

dirt. I run as fast as my short legs can carry me up the mountain and cannonball into the dirt while it crumbles through my petite four year old hands. A sandcastle shovel stands uprightly, dug into the soil. Beside the shovel, lay cars and kitchen teacups. The rich brown soil hoards all sizes of rocks and pebbles, while encouraging weeds and allowing bits of grass to emerge. Hovering grain bins surround the