The smell at Tim Horton’s has always set me off. There is something about that blend of coffee and chemicals from the cleaning products that makes me want to leave the place as soon as I get there. Tim Horton’s is unfortunately Nicolas’ favorite place in Saint-Bruno. It’s also the only place opened after 10 pm, so I can’t suggest hanging out somewhere else. I could suggest not to hang out with him anymore. That would be great. So great. But he would kill himself. So here I am, at Tim Horton’s. Great. I could be doing homework right now, I haven’t finished the English assignment due tomorrow… Fuck, I’m going to have to pull another all-nighter. As if my dark circles weren’t dark enough… “-Are you listening to me right now?” I’m not. “Sorry, …show more content…
What I want to say is crystal clear in my head, I just can’t seem to articulate it. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. “I hate him”, I blurt, immediately terrified by my own words. As much as I disgust myself saying it out loud, as much as it makes me feel a thousand pounds lighter. “I can’t do it anymore. I hate him. I hate his pitiful face I hate his constant mourning I hate how he treats me I hate that he loves me I hate that he needs me I hate how he insults me I hate how he discredits my feelings I hate how selfish he is I hate myself for saying all of this, but I hate him.” If Nicolas was a music band, he would be Fugees, because he is killing me softly. I think the song’s over …show more content…
Pity, sadness, anger, mourning, misery, I thought I’d seen every bad feeling on Nicolas’ traits. But this is new. His mouth is distorted, his eyebrows are so low they’re practically tickling his chin, his eyes are screeching, his eyelids are as open as my legs after one too many drinks. I would call this face suffering of distress. He has been crying and yelling at me for a good ten minutes. I have been staring blankly at his breakdown for a good ten minutes. Great, now he’s rolling on the ground. That’s not overly dramatic. “Give me one last chance. Please, you’ve got to give me one last chance. I love you. You can’t let me down like this. I’m gonna kill myself.’’ ‘‘I’ve already told you everything I needed to tell you. Now, please leave my house and get help.’’ ‘‘How can you stay so stoic? How can you care this little about me? Don’t you have a heart? You want me to kill myself, do you? You’re a monster.” You know what, maybe I am. Maybe I’m a heartless monster who wants his friend to kill himself. If choosing to save myself over another makes me a heartless monster, be it. I’d rather be a living monster than a dead
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
“I think that he doesn’t deserve you”. He stared back at me with those eyes that will stick with you way after the conversation is over. “Well I wish I just became a movie star with all the money, and the fame,
His screams are getting louder, I screamed with fear and desperately hoping that someone would save me. I screamed one more time hoping someone will come and help me.
"It’s no problem of mine but it’s a problem I fight, living a life that I can’t leave behind. But there’s no sense in telling me, the wisdom of the cruel words that you speak. But that’s the way that it goes and nobody knows, while everyday my confusion grows."
Why would you want to leave me here alone!? Jordin: I want to die I don't belong here nobody understands me, I feel worthless Tey'Veon: Put the blade down, there's no need to try to kill yourself, I understand you, look don't leave this world not knowing what your future looks.
“I love you now- Isn't that enough? I can't help the past.” She began to sob helplessly. “I did love him once- But i loved you too.”
“Then weakness will be your plea./I am different. I love my brother/and I’m going to bury him, now.”
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
Tim Hortons is a significant association that spotlights on top quality, continually fresh things, regard and exceptional organization. It has transformed into the greatest quick organization restaurant arrange in Canada increasing handy involvement in continually fresh coffee, warmed stock and home style snacks. At first Tim Hortons offered just espresso and doughnuts to its customers yet has extraordinarily stretched out today to offer a full lunch menu additionally close by various more warmed items. The best interest in Tim Hortons is as yet their continually new coffee, it is moreover offered in bring home tin so customers can value the significant taste of Tim Hortons' coffee at home.
Finally, it can be asserted that the suffering of Meursault is a result of his disbelief in God. As he does not believe in God, he cannot find out any meaning in his life. Consequently, he is aware of the fact that no matter what choices he makes, the ultimate result is death. To him there is no life after death, so he has neither any fear for punishment nor any hope for reward.
“I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on any longer in these terrible times. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight and longer. I owe all my happiness to you but cannot go on and spoil your life.”
“I love you. I can love you like nobody else could. If I can’t have you, nobody can have you”
“Your friends told me you needed help. I cannot fix your problem, but I help your realize what your heart already knows.”
"'Never again.' That's what I said to myself. 'I never want to feel your kind of pain again.' Just when I think it's over, just when I think it's through... I find myself back in love with you."
"I regret putting so much time and emotion into one person, when that one person should have been me."