The young boy wasn’t looking at her. That was the first thing she thought she had when she saw him standing by the wall holding what looked to be like small snacks for the people invited to the coronation ball. He was staring at something that was past her, or rather at someone that was standing by her shoulder, talking animatedly about all the guests that had appeared and how her best friend was finally queen. The boy didn’t even try to hide his staring, instead the gangly blonde was gawking at the red-head, he didn’t seem to notice that he was being watched as well, and by someone who was far more discrete in analysing what he was doing. Elsa watched him as he pinched himself, once, twice, then a third time, checking to see if he was actually seeing what he was – or what he thought he was. She didn’t know what must be going through his head, no one acknowledged the person he was looking at, even the person she was seemly talking to. He must think he was going mad. And that was all the proof Elsa needed to finally, finally convince her she wasn’t. Her mind flashed back to all the times that Anna had told her she wasn’t, or when she held her hand and wiped away her tears, or the suspicious glances she would get when she said that she didn’t knock over that expensive decoration and that it had been like that when she got there. By the time she has worked up enough courage to go to him – to tell him he wasn’t seeing things and that she had grown up with the person beside her for the last three years – he was gone. Had disappeared while she thought of the days filled with endless talking and almost-but-not-quite panic attacks. He was gone, and maybe she had just made him up as well, it wouldn’t be that insane. Elsa looked back ov... ... middle of paper ... ...ven care. The temperature dropped as the thought manifested and grew, occupying all of her thoughts. Anna appeared, dropping down next to her on the bed, watching as each of her breaths took off and formed meaningless shapes as she exhaled. “What’s wrong Elsa?” Elsa didn’t say anything for a moment, instead reaching her hand across the covers of her bed so that they were laced with the younger girls. “Rapunzel.” “Ah.” She didn’t offer up anything else, there wasn’t anything to say about the princess. She waited, since she knew that the other girl wanted to say more, and it came. “She’s been lost for years and when she got back, she wasn’t even there to really acknowledge it.” She turned to Anna, frowning slightly. “Can you stay here tonight; I don’t want to be alone.” And all Anna did was nod as Elsa lay down to sleep, smiling slightly as she watched her doze off.
Stephen King published his novella “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption in 1982. In 1994 this novella was turned into a movie called The Shawshank Redemption. Frank Darabont wrote the screenplay. A good adaptation will capture the same overall essence of the written book or novella. Darabont did a wonderful job of adapting this novella into a movie. He captured the overall essence in a way that makes a heart rejoice in happiness and relief. The adaptation of The Shawshank Redemption is very well done.
In this article “ The Old Man isn’t There Anymore” Kellie Schmitt writes about the people she lives with crying in the hallway and when she asks what happened she is told that the old man is gone. This starts the big ordeal of a Chinese funeral that Schmitt learns she knows nothing about. Schmitt confuses the reader in the beginning of the story, as well as pulling in the reader's emotions, and finishes with a twist.
Alex looked on the ground behind them and observe the cold bodies. “We will sleep here for a while.”
“No.”, meg replied. Later in the text, the group of children started talking about the letters and why they stopped coming.
Anna still stood there frozen. Her mouth was stuck open, eyes getting wider and wider by the second.
He perched on the edge of her bed and crossed his arms in his lap. "And what story would my princess like to hear," he asked his accent a shadow of the past.
“No reason,” Elsa said with a smirk. Elsa quickly ran up to the room where Shirley was staying. She then went into Gretel’s room to grab her, and then came downstairs, with her left hand behind her back.
She took a deep breath as the man in front of her waited for her answer. Glancing at him, she did notice his impatience at her winding down. Once again, he reverted back to his normal self, the bored and laid back personality that he had carried for the longest time. He sat down easily in the chair waiting for her to speak.
She slowly fluttered her eyelids to see there was also a girl at the end of the bed. Her friend Laila had invited herself in once again.
"Hello." The girl spoke softly, and couldn't hold his gaze as he stepped into the room, after having appraised her from
April closes and places her book down on the night stand. She then fixes her pillows, moving herself down into a more comfortable position. Opening her arms. "Come on, come here. Come and cuddle with me. Let me make you feel better."
Elsa and Anna get back together to fight Hans. Elsa does not worry anymore about endangering others. It has been revealed to her that through love and happiness, everything will be controlled. The sisters reunite at last, and a powerful light strikes
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
She opened her mouth, but then to my surprise closed it quickly again and stomped back up the stairs to her room.
paid much attention to him to notice he was feeling this way because she was too busy with