??? POV: I was sitting at my desk looking out the window in thought, when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in." I said, putting my hands together and turning to face whoever it was. Ja'far entered with a bow and began to speak. "Sinbad, we've gotten word from Heliohapt.. It seems someone has spotted 'you know who', they sent some soldiers to pursue her... But she killed every one of them. From the looks of the battle she had to of exhausted most of her magoi, but they are still trying to figure out how she managed to escape in her condition." I tighten the grip on my hands in frustration, 'Damn it...' "I want her found and brought back here, alive. Do whatever you need to." I stood up turning my back to him and stared out at the sea, …show more content…
'That damn Magi, he said he would return my clothes this morning!' I waited around in the room for over an hour before I lost patience. I sighed once more. 'Judal isn't coming is he? He expects me to come find him, that bastard...' I finally mustered up the courage to leave and find the magi. I wrap the sheet around me making sure nothing indecent is exposed. I open the door slowly, poking my head to see if anyone is around. Seeing that no one is in sight I exit being cautious, hoping no one sees me. I began to wander around the maze like hallways of the palace looking for the raven haired magi. I felt as if I was wandering around for what seemed like forever, thankfully I ran into only a couple people, they looked to be only maids and not someone from the royal family. I tried asking them if they knew where to find Judal. I think my appearance made them uncomfortable, and they continued on with their duties. I was starting to get a bit flustered, the search for Judal wasn't going so well. I mentally cursed him and decided somehow I'll make him pay for making a fool of me like this. I was so caught up with thinking of how to get back at the black haired Magi, I wasn't paying attention and I ran right into someones chest. The force almost knocking me onto my
This mask belongs to the minor character Mercutio; consequently, its main colors are orange, brown, and green because he is flamboyant, reliable, and young. To begin with, the color orange represents Mercutio’s most recognizable and dominant trait: flamboyance. It is exhibited most in his Queen Mab monologue, “Oh, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you./She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes/In shape no bigger than an agate stone/On the forefinger of an alderman/Drawn with a team of little atomies...And in this state she gallops night by night/Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love...This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,/That presses them and learns then first to bear,/Making them women of good carriage,”(Act I, Scene 4, lines 53-57, 70-71, 92-94).
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.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
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.
I didn’t know how long I had been in the jail cell for before I was taken to the arena. I already knew what was about to happen, I would have to answer for my crimes. Letting myself fall in love with the gorgeous princess was my crime, and the king found out. I was in the kitchen gathering the kings meal when I was arrested the guards threw me into a jail cell where I awaited my trial. The king would always abide by his “brilliant” idea on how the fates of all criminals should be decided.
The name is Francesco, also known as Francesco “The Menace” Venturella. Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m a capo or what you would call a captain of the Genovese family.I had to clip some people, do some dirty work to be a capo. I have done many things that I am not proud of but they had to be done to keep order. I have dedicated my life to the Genovese Family and I would die for my brothers. All of my soldiers respect me, they are a bit scared of me, but most of all respect me. I have a wife and 3 children, 2 boys and a little girl. I have been with my wife, Angela, for over 20 years. My oldest son Marco is 18 now, about to turn 19 in 2 months, May 21st. My other son, Stefano, is 15 and he is a fierce one I tell you. Then there is my little angel, Isabella, she just turned ten last month. As a capo I have many responsibilities some of which are keeping my men in check, making money for the mafia, and reporting to the Don. I have made a lot of money for this mafia and i believe i am next in line to be Don.
There have been habitually commonly when I demonstrated mettle however this is truly the time when it's my heart the most. Many have said to me when did you indicate valor. I am going to advise you I was sullen, yet I pushed through and after that revealed to myself that everything occurs for which a reason. Crying about not going to improve me feel. So I said to myself, it will be better and she won't be in wretchedness and that's only the tip of the iceberg. I knew she was in torment and there was very little time left. You could see it in her face that she simply continued pushing through it. My auntie was a man that never abandoned anything. This was extreme for me, however I can likewise have a couple of different circumstances, which I indicated mettle, yet this was the point at which it implied the most to me. I have still not gotten over her, but rather a great many people never get over a man ignoring, yet others get over it path quicker than numerous other I am one of those individuals
With preparations out of the way we set off for Morgana's castle knowing that most of us would not return to Camelot. The journey passed like any other I had been on, but the night before we were to arrive at Morgana's castle I awoke to the sound of horses fleeing. The knights all of them cowards had stolen almost all of our supplies leaving me with my suit of armor, a dull dagger, and my horse. I wanted nothing more than to chase after the knights, but they had tied me up and left me to die. There was no way I could get out of this trap the sound of wolves howling echoed across the land, and I was sure I would be dead by morning so I decided to fall back asleep. Whilst I sleep a carriage made its way down a dirt road and stopped in front of the remains of the camp me and the knights had set up hours earlier. The coachman helped the woman out of the carriage, and they walked over to my unconscious body to see if I was dead or not. The coachman bent down beside me and placed his left hand against my mouth. Seeing that I was still breathing the coachman picked me up of the ground threw me over his shoulder and carefully placed me inside the
“She should have checked in by now. The ship dropped her on world hours ago.” He said.
Now alone in the large bedroom, Amurao agitatedly crept across the floor to hide under another bed, one with a blanket draped over the side. About 45 minutes after he h...
School was coming to an end and I thought about how Scout’s teacher didn't want her to read. I couldn't stop reading I enjoyed it too much and so did scout, I wondered if I would have reacted the same way scout did. One day after coming home from school, I saw scout with a Big stash of gum. After she told me how she got it, I started thinking the worst since I am her older Brother. I knew to scout was stubborn and wasn't going to get rid of it so I threaten her by telling her that I would tell Cal which is a fight scout wasn't up to fight. Why would there be gum in a tree and why was it out of all places in the Radley tree? We waited until what was forever for school to be over and for Dill to come. After all Dill had become a close friend
I can't agree with you more, Abatt. Being cold at first made a lot of sense (she's seeing a man who insulted her and killed her sister's fiancee after all). I wasn't emotionally that intense when Vishneva started the last pas de deux in act 3 but it became a killer at the end. But for Ferri's, it was more powerful from the start (but less intense at the end). They interpreted the role differently, but I must say both are the real experts, and I enjoyed both. I liked Ferri's introverted act 1 too, but overall Vishneva was more strong in act 1.
I thought to myself, this could my chance at redemption. With every step I began to hear the noise of several people talking, so I followed the sound. When I discovered the footsteps of a child, I wondered if they were the footsteps of the princess. I came across a cottage that seemed to be very vibrant in color. I decided to investigate.
"I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she may still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a coldness to it and his face looked like someone whose life was taken out of him.
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).