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It’s another dark rainy day on this depressing island as we sit here crying and wallowing in our own misery. We have been here for countless days and endless nights. I ask myself, “how did we get here,” and she asks every day, “Will she die?” All I know is that we need to get the hell off this peninsula of melancholy, this fortress of sorrow. I think loudly to myself “Can someone save us from this solitude from the outside world!”
Allow me to introduce myself I go by the name of CJ. I’m your average teen with an average life but with a crazy story. It all started one scorching hot morning in late August. I met up with a girl named Mary Doe, who was very special because she was my girl. I first met her in elementary school on the playground and we started off hating each other but throughout elementary and middle school we always had the same classes together until we got to high school where it dawned on me I really loved her and it sucked not being able to see her as often again. I musterd up some confidence and asked her out Freshman year and we have been a unit up until even now in our last year of high school we were so close, at least until we are by ourselves. We argue and fight two male bucks, constantly bumping heads. This girl was also one interesting girl. She had long golden hair that shined as brighter than the sun at high noon. She had long thin legs, crystal blue eyes, and caramel colored skin. She’s everything that I do and don’t want in life so she is like my contradiction but unfortunately I love her.
“Hurry up you irrelevant dummy,” she said.
“Don’t rush me you little she-beast. I’m really getting tired of you calling me out my name. Why can’t you act like a normal girlfriend, instead you act like a r...
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...rey. I look the stern face men in their eyes not in fear but in determination that I would bust me and Mary Doe out of this place no matter what. I look left then right finally I grab Mary Doe’s hand and begin to charge down the narrow path way in the building like a bull seeing red.
Mary Doe cries, “Oh my god, hurry CJ they are coming.”
“Listen here woman I’m running as fast as I can.” I replied breathing heavily.
The men in blue along with the mysterious man that approached up were well on our tails as if they were greyhounds running at a race track so I guess you could say we were the mechanical rabbit being chased. We eventually dipped around a corner into a room unknowing to us. We hid in the room while our chasers went around looking for us. We sat down to catch our breaths and to finally figure out how to get out of here when suddenly, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
This girl was everything I wanted, she loved nature, she was open minded, creative and smart. Christina was just like Mary. After the first year of University was done there was a huge student party on the residence. Me and Christina went off to the party together, we both met so many new people. But the one thing I haven't had in months was Silent Sam, and he was there. Through out the midd...
Annie John lives on an island with her parents in pretty close courters. Close enough that she can hear her mother getting dressed in the mornings. She wakes up every mourning uncomfortable and depressed with her life as it is. Annie is stuck in a
In today’s society not many people realize that they are thankful to wake up and live another day. Just imagine being lost at night in an area you are completely unfamiliar with. Imagine it being cold, and you having no clothing. You don’t have any money and you are starving. Now, all your ears hear are the screams of the one’s around you being killed. To add to the torture, you are unable to control your next move, nor the next. There is constant death, starvation, and suffering happening all around you, but you cannot do anything to help the situation besides fending for yourself to survive. This is the devastating and cruel world that Chanrithy Him’s When Broken Glass Floats introduces to its readers.
This passage gives readers an idea of what the island that they are stranded on is like. Since it is still in the beginning of the book everything is still calm on the island with very little violence, whereas in the end of the book the scenery of the island changes drastically with all the violence and savagery happening. Based on illuminating word phrases, eye-catching imagery, and bold descriptions, readers can get a feel as to what the island life is like with no adults around.
Mr. Jonze’s Her is a captivating masterpiece of modern cinema, while it might be easiest to approach what the film says about mankind’s interaction with technology, I think what it says about relationships in general is much more interesting. The common theme that I pulled from the movie, is that relationships can be used to help us grow as individuals and it left me wondering what of those lessons, we should take with us should the relationship end?
Characters of Cloudstreet, occasionally believe that they do not deserve to be rid of their grief, choosing instead to punish themselves and let the grief rest within them. Overwrought with guilt for the drowning of Fish, Quick builds the “gallery of the miserable” to...
Since before even preschool i had had a crush on my best friend Anika Jackson, she was extremely smart, almost to the point of absurdity, her intelligence left mine in the dust, to call her a genius would be the understatement of the century, she was into all the same stuff as me, science physics, fantasy, sci fi, books, computers, star trek, animals, logic, and so much more. She was funny, but in a nerdy kind of way, we were constantly making puns none else got, computer jokes that confused everyone we knew, heck, she even liked my jokes. She was pretty too, she had platinum blond hair, blue eyes, and a face that portrayed an innocence more deeply rooted than even her intelligence. We had been friends for longer than I can remember, and
"The essence of life is to be found in the frustrations of established order." -John Gardner
As a young child in elementary school, I struggled in the regular classes of language arts and math, and this caused my teachers to put me into Special Education. I recall hearing the regular students call me “stupid” all the time behind my back. When I had my regular classes in Social Studies or Science none of the other students wanted to be my partner in the group projects. I felt like an outcast, and my self-confidence was exceedingly low. However, I knew that I was not the smartest kid, but I was a hard worker. I begged my mom to help me convince the teachers to allow me to to join the regular classes in the 5th grade. Fortunately, my teachers agreed, and in my regular language arts class I was motivated to prove to my teachers, my classmates,
For her privacy, I'll refer to her as Rin. I was happy for the first few months, but the relationship became suffocating later on. Rin wanted my undivided attention at all times of the day. In addition, Rin had severe anxiety. My love for Rin slowly died and obligation took its place. I felt obliged to stay with her. It's nauseating that I felt this way, but what else could I do? I thought that I had to stay with Rin to keep her safe from herself. As a result, I stayed with her, not as a lover, but a caretaker. One evening with friends, Rin demanded we leave, for Rin didn't like that she had to share me. I couldn't deal with her distancing me from friends anymore. I called Rin and cut all ties between us and our mutual friends. I gave her neither chance for dialogue nor reprisal, just like Paul Neruda. In hindsight, I didn't love her. Because I am a loser who has no chance in love, I was more in love with the idea of a girlfriend. As a result, I didn't love Rin, I loved my girlfriend. If I had truly had feelings for Rin, I would've resolved my problems through dialogue, not by running away like a
The fairy tales say that once upon a time a girl met a boy; they fell in love, and lived happily ever after. Reality is not that simple. Long-term relationships force couples to get to know each other, involve themselves in each others’ worlds, fight through the hard times, and eventually develop deeper connections through distinctive stages of Knapp’s relationship model. Although I have dated the same person for over two years, the stages of our communication make it seem as though I am now dating a different person following dissolution and subsequent repair. However, even the most exhilarating of roller coaster rides develop through a combination of ups and downs, much like the stages of a relationship.
Away from the immense sea, white foams from the waves gather gently onto the golden shore. Now, half of a glowing, radiant light looms across the water 's horizon. The sea turns blood-red and darkness creeps up like a thief. The necklace that once reflected its passionate energy of fury moments ago now resembled a mere costume jewellery. Perhaps the loss of the necklace’s elegance and sophistication was the reason to why it was disregarded. Pity the owner did not see the necklace radiating its splendour at its peak. Anyhow, the nightfall creates a sensation of joy and tranquillity in me. Every sight and sound stimulates a sense of composure and serenity; and the effect is heightened by the absence of the noisy bustle of our daily work, only to be exposed to the never-ending music of the waves, and to breathe the fresh air instead of the stale atmosphere of classrooms. It is not easy to describe the effect of this sight; it can only be strangely deciphered in my mind. It is however, a very tangible and distinct emotion, though its allure really depends upon the reality of the world from a further point of view, away from the definite predictabilities of the world, all in which an instant becomes like a translucent drape which almost consents me to catch a glimpse of a ideal and more breath-taking reality. The worldly desires, expectations, worries, schemes, suddenly cease to exist. It is as though all of
I had seen her multiple times, but never paid her much of attention. When she liked i got a few butterflies in my stomach to be completely honest. The girl who rode my bus, sat in the front, that no one paid much attention to, but wouldn 't mind getting to know liked my tbh. I immediately ran into her dm’s with a good long tbh, filled with so much game, even Beyonce would in awe. Then she told me the dreadful news everyone is afraid to hear. “I have a boyfriend, but thanks (Heart Face)”. I sat back on my once soft bed, which now felt like a pile of rocks. “I must be the dumbest boy on earth”, was one of the many thoughts that ran through my head. And right before I was about to go to sleep on a broken heart, she sent me another dm. It read, “But me and him are going through it again and I don 't know if we’ll last this time, so here 's my number”. My heart did a jumping jack, and I fisted the air with joy. I immediately responded back with “Sure (Smirk Emoji)”. We texted day and night, and somewhere in the second week we fell asleep on the
There was a girl that didn’t speak, didn’t care, she didn’t even seem to feel… anything. I was curious as to why, I tend to be too curious for my own good sometimes. I tried to interact with her, and I tried getting to know her but she had nothing to do with it and I just wanted to know why. We began to talk and get closer and I was compelled to learn more she had such an interesting character, and I had never met anyone like her. We skipped class and we’d talk for the entire hour and I started to learn more and more. As time went on, I found out we had something in common, we both liked girls. Time passed and we remained friends and I continued to find out her secrets one by one and we fell in love. I knew of her lack of social skills so I waited but eventually she met my parents, and she came off as rude and disrespectful and my parents wanted me to have nothing to do with her. My parents didn’t like her, so we began to sneak around and the adrenaline of it all kept things interesting. However as I learned more and more about her I realized her darkest secrets had made her suicidal. I was the only person that knew of these secrets so I tried my hardest to
Solitude, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone;” Here is laid bear the paths of solitude and the plights of sorrow. By opening the poem describing the universally known effects of two quite potent emotions, Ella Wheeler Wilcox draws the reader in with familiar experiences. The poem also portrays the light tread of those untroubled by woe, for friends who don’t exist cannot be missed, nor do those who are friendless ever cease to dwell on the past and those times when they did not fair alone. The contrast between the solitary and social lines of the poem emphasizes the sad and solitary theme by describing that which the travelers in solitude no longer have. The flow and rhythm of the words in Solitude etch an image of remembered friendship and lonesomeness into the mind that all might recognize and that most will realize.