July, August He had hazel eyes and a sharp, structured jaw line. He deceived me with his charm. Manipulated me with his alleviating voice. I let it get to my head. His words, his looks, his charm, and his moves were his mask. Under his mask hid mischief equivalent to the Grim Reaper. He was deluding and well aware of it. It displayed in his eyes. It displayed in his lips, his chest, his legs and every last inch of his body. Lies crawled against his skin. Aggression danced on the stage of his hands. His ocean eyes were adequate with danger. The body of water that was animate inside them was polluted with enmity, evil, exasperation, and pure danger. With these terrors that lived inside him, I was dragged into his trap if feign efforts, his trap …show more content…
White walls. No emotion. This is what lulled me into his embrace of feigned warmth. As he held me in his arms, his face disintegrated onto my neck. It dripped and slid down my back, eventually spreading to the entirety of my body, leaving a searing sensation. But my body was numb to the venom as soon as his lips touched mine. I had no idea what was taking over me until his cloak began to fall. As soon as I got a gander of his evident face, I was heartbroken… but I ignored it. I allowed him to camouflage himself again so I could have just one last glimpse of happiness. But then I realized… what I was feeling wasn’t happiness. It wasn’t love. What I was feeling was an illusion of happiness. An illusion of love. He manipulated me to believe that I was special and that was why I was so “happy” in his …show more content…
As he continued to move on top of me, the sound of the TV became muffled to my ears. I stared at it, my eyes lifeless with no emotion present. He uttered words like “that’s my girl” and “feels good” as I sensed the hasty urge to leave and go home. But my tears desiccated as he pulled away and I realized it was over. I let out a long breath. I could finally breath again. This all happened in the matter of three seconds as I pulled myself back together mentally, staring at his brown and tan bed. My stare reached his smiling, hungry, wide eyes. My mouth was shaking as I forged a smile. Inside, my stomach clutched butterflies and my chest was cramped. My legs were shaking like there was an earthquake at the wheels of his metal bed
Sammy was a girl that she was shy. She had her group of friends that she trusted and said everything. But in the school was a girl that she was mean and thinks she can judge everyone. One night Sammy was about to sleep but in a moment to another she was restless. Because she gets scar and she didn’t even know. She saw an ugly monster, she was cold she was like a cold corpse. Sammy says“ It’s nothing, go to sleep”. But she hears a voice telling her“You know that’s not true”. When she hears that, she starts shaking like a little Chihuahua.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophy, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endevoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! - Great god! His yellow skin scarcely...
There I am lying, I am awoken by a bright shimmering, yet quite bothering light, I slide to my right to find my angelic husband Demetrious, he was breathing softly and faintly, I wrap my arm around him onto his buff body, and his eyes stare at me gracefully, I come to acceptance and find myself thinking how this happened, from hopeless back then, to happiest I could be, and all because of one man, he made me feel gloomy like when we first met, his eyes would affectionately stare deep into your eyes. His bright personality brightened up my day, that one special day, the most beautiful day of day, it was a sunny, warm yet quite balanced day, everything was going normally, then carelessly out the corner he came, Demetrious, and one problem was that he liked my hearty, hysterical good friend Hermia. Hermia had a generous and gentle personality, she had beautiful eyes and I was very fondly jealous of her, she got all the cute, boys that I always admired, yet one day things unexpectedly turned the other way around.
The reaper’s image is purposed to entertain the reader. There's no depth to the story or development. It does not exemplify any of the themes from the article. It can be inferenced that people go missing because of the Delver Glass. But there's no standing up to an opposing force, or about creativity. The story is simplistic but vivid. Stephen King can entertain his audience because of how descriptive his writing is. In the reaper’s image, the narrator uses imagery and detailed descriptions to give the reader a sense of depth. King’s writing is so descriptive that the reader can envision a movie in their head. In the Reaper’s Image, King uses long detailed descriptions like, “The gable room was explosively hot, lit only by one cobwebby, many-angled
The Stephen King’s short story, “The Reaper’s Image,” is considered by many to be one of the best pieces of American Gothic Literature. The story is centered around a mysterious, rare mirror called The Delver Glass. Sometimes, when people look into it, they see a haunting reaper. All who see it run away and mysteriously disappear. Its dark, bleak setting, supernatural events, and psychological torment makes the story a classic in the genre.
Ow. My head hurts. It has been lying against this wall for at least an hour now. I scratched the back of my head to move around my dark, curly hair. It was beginning to feel plastered against my scalp. It was a bit tangled from not brushing it for a day and my fingers did not run through it with ease; nevertheless, it felt good to keep the blood flowing. I was lying on a thin, light blue mat on the floor. My head was propped up against the cold wall as if it were a concrete pillow. My chin dug into my chest and I could feel the soft, warm material from my sleeveless sweater cushioning my jaw. I looked down. I could see the ends of my hair cascading over my shoulders. The red highlights matched quite nicely with my maroon sweater. My arms were folded over my belly and they appeared more pale than usual. My knees were bent, shooting upward like two cliffs. My baggy blue jeans covered the backs of my fake brown leather shoes. ("Christy, let me borrow your pants, the baggy ones with the big pockets. I can hide more stuff in those.")
Positioning an aggressive but sensual kiss onto my lips. Now feeling weightless as our lips dance around and his tongue begins to manipulate my mouth. He carefully slid his hands off my face and grabbed both of my arms. While breaking the kiss he takes both of my arms and places them above my head and pins me against the wall of the elevator. He begins to push his hips into mine, slowly swaying back and forth. His perfectly plump bulge rubbing up against my sweet spot, becoming soaked in excitement he gazed straight into my eyes and in a deep, stern voice said, “who is Daddy’s little girl?” Without hesitation I responded, “I am Daddy.” He smirked then began dragging his tongue down my neck while still rubbing his erect manhood against me. I shudder with ever flick of his tongue against my neck, ever swipe of his hips against mine, the anticipation is overwhelming as I cry out, “god, please Daddy, fuck me already.” Instantly, he stopped, in a harsh voice he said, “That is a very bad girl. You don’t demand Daddy around. Daddy tells you what to do. For that I need to teach you a lesson, don’t want my baby girl thinking she can be disobedient like that.” He took a step back and unbuckled his jeans, allowing his pants to fall to the floor I am taken back by his huge cock. Mesmerized by how large his prick is, Lefty demands, “get on your
I kept the light off because if someone else opened the door then I would still be partially hidden in the dark. “William,” I called again. I crept farther in, bumping into a bucket of water which splashed onto the floor and up onto my leg. It was cold and most likely filthy. The end of the closet came, with only another shelving unit to go, and my heart sank at the realization that he may not be in here. But as expected, he reached for my waist and pulled me behind a shelf of cleaning supplies. His lips to mine. I felt my whole body relax as I returned the kiss. My lips tasting his sweet
As I walk in the house from a long, exhausting day at work, I plop down on the couch. I can see the moon’s bright beams seeping in through the livingroom bay window and onto the floor. I hobble ungracefully upstairs to my sleeping children’s rooms and kiss their foreheads goodnight. Then make my way back down stairs to mine and my wife’s warm, cozy bed. I can feel a cool breeze sweeping through the house. When I get to my bedroom I see her wrapped up tight in the covers. The outline of her body can be seen through the fabric, she’s wrapped up so tight. I decide to leave her alone and sleep without covers tonight. As I lie down, I slowly drift off to sleep.
It was sickening, being this close. The scourge was wearing just a red sequined thong, which was protruding dangerously tight in the front, threatening to split at any moment. He had exactly four long greasy hairs on the top of his bald head, and hair grew in oddly shaped patches on his legs and chest. His nipples were pierced with safety pins, and rolls of fat hung off his body. He weighed three hundred pounds. He had a long sparsely haired goatee in the Fu Manchu style. Bits of moldy food were hanging at various places on the goatee. His eyes were beady and calculating. He had thin wet lips, which he licked constantly. He also wore a pair of shocking pink and dirty brown argyle socks pulled up to his calves. His nose was more of a pig snout than a nose, and he had exactly seven brown, crooked teeth in his mouth.
My friend, turned lover, turned future husband and I decided to move in together a whole new world started to flash in front of my eyes. One of the very first night we had moved in together I was imprinted within the mattress while the television is faintly giving off the sound of a crime solving show. The lights are dimmed down and the moonlight beams through the beat up window. The most harmonious feeling engulfs my soul got which the likes I have never felt before. The big fluffy pillows are spread all around my body while the soft comfy blanket makes me feel so warm. As I am laying there being swept away in the peace and serenity a faint voice echoes ever so lightly. It is the sound of an older woman narrating one of those scary, but sadly true murder stories on the television. As I peek out from the soft blanket to have a look my hand wonders across his hairy arm. I know I am getting close to my nirvana. When my hand finally makes it his little sporadic chest hairs I become overwhelmed with ecstasy. I know now that I am safe and very relaxed like I am untouchable. I cannot think of anywhere else in the whole wide world that I would rather be but here in my mind. I am totally relaxed and quite content with my
As I miserably walked slowly down my dainty driveway all I could feel on the inside was pain and darkness filling my heart. I felt as if I was in extraordinary pain, which traveled to my small head to my big feet. As I walked up to the door of my baby blue house, I thought I had seen someone inside my little house. I was just about to turn to run when suddenly I went down to my weak knees. The pain in my delicate heart was almost too much to even bare. All of a sudden I saw an ugly dark, ominous shadow of something coming near me. As I thought this just maybe the end, I was now found. A small beautiful tear formed as it slid down my charming red cheek. I heard a frightful deep man’s voice. He said, “ Come to our side. We need you, you will be the best of our kind.” It became crystal clear to me that the monstrous man was trying to say something to me. I begun to be extremely puzzled, this man looked so familiar and dark. I can’t seem to remember how he looked extremely familiar. This strong man, looked very bizarre and corrupt. As I was gawking at this man, my eyes traveled up to his...
... hard and emotionless as the peeling walls of the home we’ve just departed. I leave him with the hospital staff and tell them this man’s story. Then I slump in a chair to take in all that just happened. The world seemed to stop for the time I was with him; I had so many feelings it’s time to process them. I look at my watch and realize this whole time has only been 15 minutes.