His Butler, Able “If you once reject the Faith, you can never pass into the gates of Heaven,” the crow said. “Would someone who believes in God summon you?” the boy asked, staring at the falling feathers around him. The male demon chuckled. “I’ll ask you again: do you wish to make a contract?” he asked, his voice ringing through the open space. The feline stared at the boy in front of them, seeing his eyes were a beautiful royal blue color paired with dark hair that had a navy tint. A red bit of cloth mostly covered him from the lower part of his torso to his knees. The parts of his body that she could see had many scratches and small cuts adorning it. “Don’t be tedious! Just execute the contract and grant my wish!” the child exclaimed. The feathers that had fallen began …show more content…
The other servants ran from the room, getting back to their jobs. Sebastian turned to her. “Corrin,” he said, “would you mind cleaning up?” She nodded again, moving to clean the meal the young master had left behind. She sighed tiredly before cleaning the mess in the blink of an eye. She carried the silverware and dishes into the kitchen and began to wash them with demonic speed. She wiped her hands and set out to find Sebastian again. Before she left the kitchen, however, she heard the familiar chime of a bell. She looked at the wall of bells across the room, seeing one labeled ‘Study’ ringing. She changed course, going down the hall, toward the young master’s study. She knocked on the door softly, hearing her master calling a moment later. She entered the room, seeing the young earl is sitting at his desk. “I’m hungry. I want to eat something sweet,” he said. “Nya, Milord, are you certain that is wise? You still have to attend dinner with your guest tonight,” Corrin replied. “Corrin’s right, young master. Your guest will be arriving soon,” Sebastian said, having entered the room a moment
Are we really humans? What is the definition of a Human being? What makes us Humans? Society is so complicated that anything can be true these days. In Judith Butler’s essay, “Besides Oneself: On the Limits of Sexual Autonomy”, she talks about how humans are vulnerable to life around us socially and physically, and humans are dependable on others. She also uses examples such as grief to define who we are because when humans go through the grief process it reveals who that person really is and it can change that person forever in. Some people go through the grief process differently because it affects everyone. Losing someone close to you can change your prospective about life and how you look at things. We live in a country where everyone is going to be judged and looked at differently no matter what gender a person is.
“Well-Well, it was the holidays, which I mentioned.” She gulped a shallow breath and her eyes met the floor again. “I was home alone-Well, Jordan was here, but she hadn’t paid a glance of attention to me. She was in a rush to find her clubs, cigarettes, and some trousers for when her tournament would begin. And, I suppose all the servants were here as well, they play a bit of a key to the story…” Her breath turned shallow again when she finally looked me in the eyes. “I saw a… darker servant walk by, and he held a note in his hand. He rushed by me like he was running from a bee, and I stopped him. I asked ‘what is
The man, the myth, the legend! Jeremiah 8:4 Jesus says, “you know if a man falls down he gets back up again. And if a man goes the wrong way, he turns around and comes back.” Jimmy Butler is a 6’7 shooting guard in the NBA who has endured more than any should go through. Jimmy’s early life was rough, along with his college and his first couple of years in the NBA. Through all that Jimmy has amazing accolades and awards.
I woke, I started to run, but I couldn't escape, the walls were closing in. I started to hyperventilate. I jolted up, I grabbed my necklace and pressed the pendent, it glowed in the midnight lit room. Brucie was sitting were the board was. She looked annoyed, she told me not to speak with mother, but the lose drove me mad, I had to speak to her again.
“In spite of it all…I had done it, Lucia.” She whispered as she closed her eyes. She turns away from the window, a faint handprint still left on the window. She walked to a small wooden table and grabbed a miniature bottle on top, before she shuffled to the door. A man with silver rimmed glasses bows before her at the entryway and pushed open the door.
“Yeah, I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He was a friend of my mother’s as well,” replied Cassi. She looked as if she had just seen a ghost. “Do you think he knows what’s going on?”
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
When he arrived at the home the servant who took his hoarse and directed him to the room that Mr. Usher was in greeted him. Inside the house was also very ornate, but it to had also been left alone for to long. The entire house had a gloomy atmosphere that would put a chill down most people’s spines. When he entered the room his friend was staying in he was warmly welcomed. He could not believe the changes that his dear childhood friend had endured.
He come back Days later and took us along with Solange walking, among vineyards to a sort of convent near the place where we should pass the demarcation line. Tired, I was afraid, until now the contact of Gilbert's Grandparent everything seemed planned to the last detail, Howewer, what with respect to tomorrow? ¿ How could pass the demarcation line the three of us? And what would be for us after?
the wash. She swept the green marble floor she stared at it for a few
In Victorian times having a house full of servants at the owner's command was quite common for upper and middle class families. Some job titles included footman, cooks, maids, butlers, coachman, and cooks. Among these servants, the highest ranked and paid was the butler. While we all may have a stereotype of a tall, skinny man that opens the door and says, “You rang?” the actual list of duties and responsibilities of a butler express he is a man of high demand.
Past experiences help create personalities, doubts/fears, aspirations and pave the way for the rest of the lives. In a perfect utopian society, no problems persist. No problems translate into no crimes, no murder or stealing, no criminals and ultimately no criminals as well. As of now, there has yet to exist a world like that let alone a society in a novel. Though Samuel Butler hopes to achieve a novel that incorporates utopia, it only ends up more similarly reflected a dystopian society.
eyes held the boy unwinkingly as he waited in the fiendish way of cats for the
“And then? Aren’t you going to tell me what happened after you arrive at there? Don’t leave my curiosity hanging,” He said, gently pestering me to continue my story.