His hands. He couldn’t steady his hands. Wring, wring, wringing them between each other, trying to massage the blood from his skin, from the caked up red in every nail bed. Every fidget, every shuffle felt like he was exacerbating the situation. Inhale, exhale. This wasn’t a lacrosse game. This wasn’t Scott crawling home embarrassed and bloody from his fledgling lycanthropy’s accidental rabbit massacre. This was serious, and he couldn’t focus. Stiles willed himself to pick up his feet to tread in the direction of the window in his dormitory room, only to circle back and wear down the floor one more invisible increment into the track he’d been pacing for the latter part of an hour. He pulled out his cellphone like clockwork, paling in the glow of the LCD, casting a glance between the device and the heaving pile on his bed, intermittently frowning at his empty inbox. Fuck. It had been months since he left for college, months since he’d been accepted, months since he left Beacon Hills and the memories of a past war zone he’d all but abandoned there. He thought he’d pushed himself...
I did this passage because I can only imagine what it was like to see himself after two years, and how much he had changed since then, he really must have looked like a different person. I am sure that he must have been shocked and I am not surprised that that memory has stayed with him for so long.
Every person knows of someone who has been uprooted from their hometown and moved somewhere else. I was moved from my home and if I had the choice I would have went anywhere else then there. What if you had the choice to stay or go. One drop of blood and you could seal your fate. Veronica Roth has the power to pull you in and trap your mind in her Divergent series. Her main characters Tris Prior and Tobias Eaton, Four to his friends, develope in the book they show familiar characteristic to my life and decisions I 've made or would make. In the book I am reading by Roth, Allegiant, the third installment in the series, it’s riveting and sucks you in for hours at a time. Tris and Four along with Cristina , Peter and Caleb among others have just
Sitting there, about to row towards the professors, a bead of sweat dripped into the wound. Not only did I realize that this tiny cut would be a bother until it scabbed, but the pain of a half a day’s rowing suddenly caught up. Then I realized that the “adventure” of walking through the tree island had felt more like a difficult mission than the fun time I had expected. This got me really upset.
Love is a very complicated feeling. When someone is in love they tend to do things they wouldn’t normally do, they usually block out the rest of the world and only focus their attention on the person whom they have feelings for. In the poem “On the inside” from the book The Realm of Possibilities the author Megan, explains the love triangle she is currently in which gives the idea that falling in love is inconvenient when the person you are in love with is oblivious towards your feelings. The author portrays feelings of sadness which implies that the author’s point of view toward love is negative. This is further elaborated when Megan describes all she does for her best friend, when her best friend doesn’t realize she’s the one who Megan is
... he wanted to be all along and that he didn’t need to live through Tyler anymore. He had conquered the inner conflict of his boring life and by him seeing the credit card companies fall, he had realized that he had undergone the change he wanted to at last.
Moving further away from the Lexi, and slumping against a wall, the intensity departed Richard's demeanour. After the adrenaline that had pumped through his body the entire day, the toll exacted by his climb up the ivy-covered wall, and subsequent realization that their plan need be abandoned, followed by the nerve-ridden escape from the Mansion, and now this, the man was mentally and physically exhausted. He'd left the decision in Lexi's hands, and could await what that would be, and hope that the anger he'd witnessed flare in her eyes, would subside with his apology. This was for them, and what, combined with guilt, bit him the hardest, was a sense of uselessness. He'd failed in his mission and promise to protect them, and now it was up to
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
I awoke this particular morning to a sky, heavy with gray clouds, choking the welcoming warmth and light of the morning sun. The humidity was so palpable, it felt as though it reached into my naturally curly hair and twisted it into one impossible tangle with its own, moist fingers. Knowing I had to gain an education, I got dressed. I threw on my companionable sweater, hopped into my car, and drove, reluctantly, to the school. After heaving my backpack onto my shoulder, I slugged across the school yard toward the ominous, glass double-doors. The doors that perplexed my racing mind on a normal day with its unforgiving reflection seemed especially stern today, and my anxiousness and dread seemed to grow as the reflection grew with each
Whatever part of his face was visible was smeared with faint black grease stripes and grime. There were scratches and gashes on his neck and hands, which weren't very old, but the blood from them had trickled a very short distance and had dried up midway. His head hung low with exhaustion and his breathing was heavy.
The television show, The Vampire Diaries, first aired in February of 2010 based on the book series by L.J. Smith. The show stars Nina Dobrev, Paul Wesley and Ian Somerhalder as the three main characters Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, and Damon Salvatore, respectively. The summer after the death of her parents, Elena tries to fall back into teenage life of school, dating, friends, and social events only to discover that she is no longer the same person. After meeting Stefan, a new student, and eventually his older brother Damon (who are both vampires from 1864), Elena soon learns that her small town of Mystic Falls hold dark, mysterious, and supernatural secrets from the past that involve vampires, witches, and werewolves. Throughout the series humanity and free will play a major role, illustrated through the two vampire brothers, Stefan and Damon. Two episodes that are prominent in showcasing these themes are "Blood Brothers" in season one, episode twenty, written by Liz Friedlander aired on April 29th 2010 and "The Descent" in season two, episode twelve, written by Marcos Siega. These two episodes illustrate specific key existential themes such as Sartre's Bad Faith, existence precedes essence, "en causa sui", and Nietzsche's Ubermensch.
Gazing at the blank laptop screen before me, I could practically feel the fibers of the muscles within my eyes strain to maintain focus. The late night creaks and thuds of the house settling echoed loudly; you could virtually feel the darkness of the other rooms looming just outside the windows and doorways that adjoined my workroom. I glanced, again at the time in the bottom corner of the screen. 11:23 PM. Almost another day done. After a particularly long and taxing Monday at the elementary school within which I worked as a special education paraeducator, I now sat perched before my computer, my fingers tentatively poised over the keys in another pause in the writing flow, which was one of several throughout the night, still hoping to find
he began to rethink his life and what direction he wanted to go with it. His high school friends
So I really love Teen Wolf. Like, a lot. I hadn't ever really gotten into something when it came to TV before it. I remember in 2011 the night it first premiered and I was intrigued from the very first scenes. It was like I was instantly attached to all of the characters, and even found myself relating to them and they've even helped me through things, considering how much some of them have lost, such as Derek Hale, who is definitely my favorite. It may even sound kind of silly to say you relate to a group of werewolves, but it's strangely true.
It all started when I was 16 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence.
Love happens when you least expect it. It can happen on the street corner, at the bar, at the grocery store, the park. That’s one of the greatest things about love. As for me I found love in the pouring down rain in the middle of the street. I fell in love with a man who I never thought in a million years I’d fall for. A man who is loving, caring and respectful. The night I laid my eyes on him I knew he was it. He came into my life at a point when I was unraveling and losing control. I was lost for two years after my high school sweetheart and I broke up, I thought I was never going to find real love, but I did. He saved me and I remember every minute from that night.