I remember when I was five years old. It’s already dusk. The sunset scenery was extremely vivid to my mind. My eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars. I have watched with a steadfast gaze, as the burning red light sank beneath the horizon, the threads of light dawdled in the sky, blending with the rolling heaps of clouds, the cool breeze of the pristine air pass through my innocent body, dyeing the sky orange, then red, and blue until it becomes entirely dark. In that particular time of the day, during Sunday dusk, I vividly remember the unbearable sorrow and trauma that my mother, sister, and I had experienced with my ruthless father. Our family lives a simple life. My mother owns a small scale sari-sari store. The store was filled with various products that every …show more content…
There are things in life that we want to refuse or deny but we have no choice but to accept it. It is the same as we cannot choose our own parents. Sometimes I thought that what if I can choose my own parents. Then I should have a good life now; then I have a parent that would love me so much. However, since life is unfair, and the fact that I came from them, I must blindly accept it even though it truly hurts. In addition, I learned from my experience that life is full of challenges. These obstacles in life are hindrances for us to be successful. However, instead of limiting ourselves, we must make our challenges as inspiration to move forward and continue with the complexities of life. I made my extreme wrath to my father as inspiration to have a good life. I studied so hard because this is the only way to escape the evilness of my father. I tried to apply for scholarships. Fortunately, I passed the ACET and was granted 100% Tuition and Fees with Allowance. Although I abhor him so much, I thank him because I made him as an inspiration to get a
It is true that obstacles in life are uncomfortable and unsupportable experiences, but if we would learn to look at the bright sides of problems, keep seeking opportunities, manage situations and learn from failures then the difficulties that we face in our life would turn out for the better not only in the present but also in the
Sam and Antonello agreed to meet for a drink at the Vic. When Antonello arrived, Sam was already sitting at a table not the bar; on the table, on his side there was beer, on Antonello’s side a glass of red wine. Sam was bald, what was left of his hair, a rim of short hair, was flecked with grey. He had put on weight, but he was not fat, there was just a hint of a beer belly under the blue Metal Workers Union windcheater. ‘I took a punt – ordered you a red.’
Back in Black Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I’m very exited! I can’t believe the time is actually here! We’re going to Disneyland! We’ll be just 6, with our parents of course, but they won’t be with us through the day. None of us are actually family, but our parents get along pretty well.
Celie believes she has no power or say against her father and the choices he makes for her. Alfonso begins to talk about choosing a husband for Celie because he has grown tired of her and is ready to get rid of her. Alfonso also gets bored with his wife, and starts to gravitate toward his younger daughter Nettie again. Celie offers herself to Alfonso in an attempt to save her sister. Alfonso accepts her offers and has sex with her instead of Nettie, while his new wife is sick. Alfonso uses Celie for sex tries and in an attempt to turn the other girls against her he badmouths her and says that she’s a bad influence. He says Celie "ain 't fresh" (isn 't a virgin) and that she is “spoiled” Alfonso sees women as objects and once they have been
Here, in my white rose garden, I kiss plucked petals that have ripened with time: for their beauty still remains in memory. Here, in my white rose garden, I stargaze under the pale moon's warm light: he who's magic helps my roses bloom. Though innocence prevails, one cannot prevent, those sharp thorns that taint our roses with ruby red blood.
The obstacles which we must face are not there to hinder our daily life. They are there to provide countless opportunities to obtain greater success. In order to be successful we must look at every obstacle as a new opportunity.
The old woman sighed, too. She directed her attention to the poor lsplotchy bird still eating in her purse. “Why are you just sitting there?” she finally asked RED. “Because there is no red for me to change.”
The Red Shoes are rough on the inside, and crinkle when I move. The feel of them makes my heart twist and leap in excitement and worry and happiness. Soon I will be a bird just like Mother, and soon I will be free to fly and explore. The Red Shoes will take me higher and higher, away from father's cage and back to mother.
Of course, this is just my luck. First, my phone dies, then my car breaks down on my way home, meaning I have to walk until I find a house that will hopefully let me use their phone, and now , to make this so much better, it has to start raining, and has to be a heavy, cold rain too. Let's not forget that I'm way too clumsy for all of this. Let me fill you in with the whole story. I'm a DJ for a popular supernatural nightclub in London, named Howl, and tonight was meant to be my night off, but the DJ that was supposed to fill in for me, bailed.
“Hey, Eva,” Angelo greets me, decked in his usual attire of a black suit with matching waistcoat. Tonight, he wears his blue tie, the one matching his eyes. Despite my knowledge of his courtship with Alice, I still find myself mesmerised within those sensuous blue pools. Can she ever forgive me for being infatuated with her boyfriend?
"After I got home on Monday, I locked myself in my bedroom and forced myself to drink mustard and hot sauce until I threw up. I haven't eaten since then. I've gone to work, but other than that, I haven't left the house either. Megan went to live with one of her friends after I yelled at her. I'm just tired now. I don't have the energy to do anything or go anywhere. I need money to pay bills so I go to work. Other than that, I'm just home alone. TV doesn't even interest me anymore." I explain to the group at Champions' church.
“ Ugh! I hate you!” I screamed at my older sister, Rachel. “ Why did mom and dad leave me home alone with someone such an immature 13 year old,” Rachel groaned back at me, rolling her eyes. The kitchen making the sounds echo.
After a busy week at school, a few close friends and I figured it would be fun to stay at a cabin in Big Bear for the weekend. It was only the middle of August so it was not quite cold enough for snow. We spent our Saturday doing typical mountain activities such as riding our bikes through the trails, going fishing on the lake, and taking a hike through the mountain behind our cabin. It was exciting to get out and explore nature. On our way back to the cabin, we found a clearing with rocks that we could sit on. We noticed that it was almost time for the sun to set, so we decided to stay and watch. Why not, right? We all took off our backpacks, and set up camp for the next hour or so. As we waited, we talked and shared funny stories about what had happened throughout the day. Time went by so fast in what seemed to be only a few minutes, and the sun started to disappear behind the mountain. We all fell silent, sitting and observing. The birds were chirping, and you could hear a slight breeze blowing through the leaves in the trees. We watched as the sky went from blue to purple, from purple to a pink-orange, and then to a bright yellow before the sun was finally hidden by the mountain in front of us. It was a beautiful sight to see. I knew it was a moment in my life that I was going to remember and cherish. We all agreed that w...
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).