Choromatsu quickly wiped the blood off his brother’s nose. How could this have happened? He had heard about how Jyushimatsu and Ichimatsu got sick. He told them. He told both of them to be careful when going outside, but did they listen? No. They never did. He had only himself to blame. If he had been more vigilant when it came down to making sure Jyushimatsu wore his mask and keeping tabs on Ichimatsu. This wouldn’t have happened. He should have never let them outside. It was too dangerous. It wasn’t too late though. Since, he heard about the incident with Osomatsu and the police, he had made sure that none of them went outside without his say so. Osomatsu, so far, hasn’t really made any protest. He just sulks in the bedroom. He often caught …show more content…
He was caught every time. He wasn’t very discreet and he was easily caught by Karamatsu and him. He couldn’t risk his younger brother getting sick too. Despite, him not liking to wear the mask. He had worn it everywhere he went. He was also cautious about getting sick, but not to an extreme extent that Choromatsu was. He could hear them arguing again, both Karamatsu and Todomatsu. That’s all that Choromatsu heard these days. Arguing. He couldn’t stand it. “You don’t have to worry about me, you …show more content…
Karamatsu glares at his older brother, “Osomatsu--” Osomatsu raises his hand to stop his brother before he can proceed with a lecture, “you worry too much. You should worry more about Ichimatsu then Todomatsu.” “I’m just---” Karamatsu sighed, he looked defeated, “I’m scared, Nii-san.” “I know. It’s better---” Osomatsu sighed, he couldn’t believe he was saying this, “It’s better to face it now. Our brother is dying, and it won’t be long before he succumbs. The best we could do at the moment is; be there for him. Even, when--” He actually chuckled at this, “He’s so negative.” A smile forms on his face, “I guess you’re right, my brother.” --- “How is he?” Later, Karamatsu went upstairs to check on his younger brother, he had caught up with Choromatsu, whom was just leaving the room. He rubs his eyes, he couldn’t count on how long it had been since his brother hadn’t slept. His brother would get up every hour to check up on their younger brother. It got so bad. Karamatsu had offered to take up partial responsibility which Choromatsu accepted. “Not good.” Choromatsu sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He hadn’t slept yet and wasn’t going to sleep any time soon, “His condition is getting worse. I don’t know how much longer, he is going to
As Kino and Juana are eating, a scorpion descends on the little Coyotito threatening to sting him. Coyotito sees the scorpion on his cradle, and reaches out to grab it. Coyotito shakes the cradle, which makes the scorpion fall and land on his shoulder and sting him. Kino sees what the scorpion has done and grabs it and crushes it in his hand. Juana grabs Coyotito and begins sucking the venom out of the wound. The child continues to moan and their neighbors begin to gather outside of their hut. Juana tells Kino to summon the doctor, but Kino does not have much hope that he will come. Juana grabs Coyotito and runs out of their hut towards the doctor’s house. Kino and the rest of the neighbors follow. Once they have reached the doctor, a servant is waiting outside his house. They tell him that their baby child needs to see the doctor immediately. The servant tells them to wait, while he calls the doctor. The servant comes back and tells Kino that he doctor is very busy today and won’t be able to help them...
When my family and I could feel the warm fine sand, the gentle cool breeze, witness the crystal clear aquamarine ocean and swaying palm trees, and smell the sweet fragrant scent of plumerias, we must have gone to heaven. The enchanting beauty of this Hawaiian island, Maui, gives us a sense of warmth, peace, and serenity. In search of paradise, we explore the infamous Road to Hana, snorkel with underwater marine life, and journey back in time to experience the true customs, traditional cuisine and the original song, music and dance of Hawaii at a luau.
for them to obey the life of Kapu because everyone was involved in it and was really afraid of it
The anger in his gaze was gone the moment he looked at him, so obviously hurt and torn. Tears streaked his face and Mephisto could bet on what was going through his mind. Screaming frightened him. Violence too. But what the time King could see mostly in his watery gaze was guilt, so much of it that it pained the older demon greatly. Amaimon thought this was his fault...thought he had...cheated on Mephisto. That was as much his fault as the frauds for bursting in and screaming. Yet, hearing the moans and soft voices of two people in his bedroom had caused him to panic so very badly that rational thought had been flung from his mind. Just the pain of thinking his husband was doing such a thing drove him selfishly to cries of anger and betrayal. He loved Amaimon, would die for him, had tried to die when he thought he'd left, and would die long before he so much as thought about giving himself in any way to another. To think Amaimon felt so differently, even for that short while, had broken his
As Mr. Tanimoto was helping those who were still holding onto to life when he got this sudden feeling of anger towards his own, wondering why they have yet to come help. For example, “and he had for a moment a feeling of blind, murderous rage at the crew of the ship, and then at all the doctors. Why didn’t they come to help these people?”(Hersey 46) Mr. Tanimoto wasn 't angry at the fact that this atomic bomb that was dropped by the U.S. killed many of his neighbors, family, and friends but more concerned and angry with his own military and doctors for failing them throughout this crisis. In the article “Lieutenant William B. Walsh: first U.S. doctor in Hiroshima after the bomb, with previously unpublished photographs” by Robert J Wilensky, Dr. Walsh shares a similar story of when he arrived to Hiroshima after the bomb was dropped to help
Singing loudly and out of tune, a rude awakening to Jotaro who was still enjoying a dream he was going to write out later. Walking from his room, grogy in pajama pants alone, Jotaro found Joseph in the kitchen, making breakfast. He can see it was a simple breakfast; just bacon, eggs and toast. Jotaro stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching Joseph sing dramatically as he made a face on a plate with the food.
It’s a Sunday morning, and I am getting ready for church. The leaves outside are many different colors and the wind is a bit cold up against my skin. I put on a fitted, off-white, v-neck sweater, black jeans, a short beige trench raincoat, and a pair of pointed strappy flats that are a darker beige color. I paired all this with a light and silky cheetah print scarf. I stare back at myself in the mirror. I look like I am trying too hard. People will glare at me once I get to church.
He looked down at the young girl holding your hand. She looked back, her small face creased in worry, “Don’t people want to die when they get old?” Donnie smiled at her, “No, no one really wants to die.”
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
I was a blacksmith in a town named Ratae (Leicester). I had a very exultant life, 2 children, Adam and Nina and a beautiful wife Petula. It wasn’t a very big town, only small were everyone knew each other and all enjoyed the company of one another.
Tweet! The sound of the whistle rang through all of the ears in the gym. Sweat was dripping down my back my headband was soaked and my knees felt like toothpicks about to snap. I ran over to net, head pounding. High fiving hand after hand. We had just one our Championship Qualifier. I dried of with a old rag on the sidelines. I was parched had a pounding headache my stomach was still nervous but I managed to start warming up. I caught a glance of our competition “Kokoro”. Every single one of them towered us. One of them reminding me of a praying mantis about to bite the head off of their prey. Bang. Bang. Shots were fired. (not literally) The ball kept smacking the floor as the hit the ball. We started our warm up. Our minds were ready
The leader of Team Invitto – or former leader, as Kaito soon discovered, Jounouchi had too disbanded his own team – had turned up at his doorstep, his usual smirk in place, but his eyes colder – sharper and darker – than Kaito had ever seen them. There was no explanation as to where he had been, where he had come from or even why he was here; he looked neither threatening nor particularly eager. But, he was clearly here, at Kaito’s doorstep, with a purpose.
From a young age, I was very curious. Curiosity caused my mind to see everything from a different perspective than most. I saw what could be improved and how I could improve. For example, when it came to editing movies, I was always able to see what could how it could have been better or I questioned how they had created it. My curiosity led me to try many different activities throughout high school, such as film camps, stage managing for plays, yearbook, and even creating videos for Rochester High School’s awards day. Finally, my junior year, I decided it was time I made films of my own for competitions. I wanted to have something that I could call my own. When it came to the two films I did for contests, I was there throughout the whole process.
Cara: Oh hello. Yes well, I just received some rather bad news. It is about my father. I've lost most of him. He had a major stroke last night and has suffered severe brain damage resulting in amnesia.
Fear of failure and weakness dominates Okonkwo throughout his life. At first this fear motivates him to rise to success by working diligently and doing everything his father did not do. However, even when Okonkwo establishes an honorable reputation, fear of failure continues to overwhelm him and drives him to perform acts that lead to his suffering. One example of this is when the men of Umuofia decide that Ikemefuna must be killed and Okonkwo kills Ikemefuna even though he is told not to partake in the killing of Ikemefuna. Okonkwo panics when Ikemefuna turns to him and cries for help, and without thinking, Okonkwo slays Ikemefuna with his machete. Okonkwo does this because in the split second where Ikemefuna runs to Okonkwo for protection, Okonkwo is overpowered with fear of being seen as weak and kills Ikemefuna. This is an unwise act on behalf of Okonkwo, and as a result, he suffers emotionally in the next few days. He enters a stage of depression and cannot eat or sleep as all he can think about is what he has done to Ikemefuna. It is at this point that things start t...