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Rays of light shone through the gaps in the crisp leaves, covering the floor in patches of sunlight. Long branches intertwined creating a golden canopy over the path with old trees bordering the fields acting like guards, creating serenity by muffling the sound of the busy city. With each step I took, the metal keys in my pocket bounced, synchronising to my every move. I was finally coming home. Captivated by the scenery and caught in my thoughts, I didn’t take notice of the clumsy stranger heading towards me. Before I was able to move out of the way, the stranger stumbled into me, making me drop my mango smoothie all over the dull grey footpath. I look up and with blue eyes that gave her a startled look, the young female slightly levels herself
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Prologue 2015 – Villa Forenza Senior Apartments Las Vegas, Nevada You would think that a woman surrounded by so much drama in life, wouldn’t go nuts over people knowing she was found catatonic—but you'd be wrong. When ‘Crazy Ava’ learned that the biddies of Villa Forenza had stared right inside of her door as paramedics treated her, she was livid. “You were directly inside the open door, lying on the couch,” Blanche Davis told her. Blanche was a woman who had been in style a century ago.
It’s quite unfortunate that I get into the situations that I do. We went and visited the man on Howard Avenue today to collect the $10 dollars, and Lorraine doesn’t even want to cash the check! He will surely know that the L & J fund isn’t real if we just dispose of it. He invited us to the zoo tomorrow, and I suppose we will have to have to go, as some form of forgiveness for stealing money from old people. We didn’t really steal it though. He gave it to us. Then again, I suppose fraud is considered a sin anyway, so that leads me back to the zoo thing. Lorraine hates zoos, but they don’t even mean enough to me to even bother hating them. It’s just something that’s always been there, and I’ve never really given them much thought before. Kind
I want to write you a letter, because I know where you are. You are here. And … you are in heaven with your lovely people and no more worries, and watching me from the sky. I hope, you met with my mother, Hassan, and other people there.
Crimson Peak, released in 2015 and directed by Guillermo del Toro, opens with a monologue by the film’s protagonist, Edith Cushing. This monologue continues for four minutes, encompassing a flashback which includes events of Edith’s childhood. Her dialogue introduces ghosts into the story and establishes many of the film’s most prevalent trends. During a flashback to her childhood, Edith’s mother comes to her in the form of a ghost. The syuzhet in this opening scene presents ghosts as terrifying and unwanted antagonists that exist to terrorize the hapless Edith. The film’s primary twist is that the ghosts are actually there not to terrorize Edith, but rather to save her from doom. Horrifying sound effects and music correlate with one another
That night the neighborhood was alive with music and lights, "that party would be talked about for a while" thought Jerome. Everything was perfect, he had the best costume, didn't feel sick, and he was pretty popular that night. Then it all went downhill, he was talking to his friend and didn't notice when a stranger walked by and put a pill in his drink. The next thing he knew he woke up locked inside an asylum, still dressed in his 80's themed costume(disco pants, sneakers, Afro and rainbow leg warmers). If you thought he could just go out the window, you thought wrong, 4 stories up inside a locked room. Knowing he could get out through the the door or the window he looked for another way out, finding a piece of paper with the words "lay on the bed and
I tell this sullen filled story from the fiery pits of hell where I will never again be at peace away from the endless torments of the heartless devil. There is a long bitter story for how my once luxurious life transformed into such a somber cruel existence. It was but a month ago I had been driving in a nonchalant manner through my placid neighborhood after the the joyous sun had set and the moon had taken over with it’s shadows casted through the thick darkness. If i was to guess, my speed was exceeding 60 miles per hour through the quiet residential area with a measly speed limit of 25 miles per hour. How foolish i had been putting so many lives in danger, yet at the moment i was living my life with no thought of the danger being invoked
Friday evening’s consist of crowded bars, restaurants and bistros lining the sidewalks in big cities like New York, Chicago and Atlanta. Nashville's Music City was no different. People milling around, moving in and out of shops, up and down the busy Broadway ironically named in a country music town that dominated the city's night air with shrill controlled pitches of love songs, break your heart songs, and cheating heart songs moving like thick molasses on a cold blustery night for this southern city. Cell phones were blowing up in the pockets of passerby’s as news feeds auto updated events around the world taking place.
I'm so excited, I'm on a plane to Australia from London for my dad's job. He works as an author and he was invited for a conference. My mom and I were coming as well because we always wanted to go to Australia and this was the perfect opportunity. My friends Ana, Carole, Cathy and Sam were coming with their parents as well. We obviously had a lot of convincing to do and we had to make some compromises, but it all worked out and here we are.
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
Walking, there is no end in sight: stranded on a narrow country road for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the wind’s fury: when did the wind start blowing? Have I been walking for so long that time hysterically slipped away! The leaves are rustling about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, “splat-snap”. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer; that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day; has panic from hunger and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of fate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.
A State Forest & nbsp; Last autumn, while on a trip, I decided to walk through a State Forest. This huge forest enriches the countryside not far from town and was a place where Indians held hunting rights until recently. Little streams, ancient trees, shaded paths, and hidden places are some of the physical attributes that make the State Forest an enchanting place. & nbsp; I wandered leisurely along the shadowy paths, enjoying the peaceful surroundings. With only the songs of birds for company, I felt completely isolated from the crowds and traffic as I walked over the deep carpet of leaves. It had begun to rain a little when I first started my journey.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.