... her family to allow her to wed the king, we set back on a ship for Cornwall. I remember the night on which we fell in love. Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps I was merely intoxicated by her. Nonetheless, she amazingly felt the same drawing to me, and we were unable to contain our affections. We continued seeing one another in secret after the wedding; after all, without love her marriage was invalid. After a while, though, our conniving king took aware of our dealings and banished me to the barren Arundel. It was there I met a woman of average beauty, but with the only name worthy of my attentions: Isolt des Mains-Blancs. (That's "of the white hands" i ...
... now anyway. We could just take over and force them to let us do anything. They believe Satanist have alot of power. If they really don’t, we could just not tell them and pretend we do. They would never know the difference anyway. When we got to the truck, I ask mom if Jake and I could ride in the back. “Its too cold to ride back there!You’ll freeze to death! And what if we wreck? There aren’t any seat belts back there!” she yelled back. I was hoping she wouldn’t yell like this. Then dad butted in. “What are you two talking about? Why do I always get left out of the conversation?” “Tina wants to know if she and Jake can ride in the back ...
... He did not have the luck of being at the lab when the reality-cam was finished, the idea that gave Joel his claim to fame. If it would have been Kyle working that shift maybe things would be different. Kyle was a loner, and a struggling loner at that. "Good morning Kyle," said Joel. "G' mornin'," mumbled Kyle in a saddened voice. Joel instantly sensed that something was wrong and upon further questioning found that Kyle had lost yet another one of his “bimbo” type girlfriends. Joel pretended to be sorry for him for a while, then they spoke of work. Kyle never really envied Joel's success or his life until that day. Kyle was trying one the ...
... though my head. The one I hear Mr. Anderson saying most often in the back of my mind is one that, until now, I always thought he created. I say this because all of the other morals were obvious ones that, if I had not already heard, I eventually came to hear quite often. Until I actually went through the list of quotes at the back of the play Hamlet, I automatically assumed that Mr. Anderson was a genius. For I am taling about the line, "brevity is the soul of wit," in which Polonius is talking to the King and Queen. When I see "brevity is the soul of all wit," I translate it into Mr. Anderson's words: "Brevity is the heart of success." As a fourth grader, this ...
... window onto the common, and tell me what you see..." I did as he told, clearing my eyes, and to my shock I saw the townspeople all about in their daily hustle and bustle which was common to northern London preceding teatime. "Well, it appears you are right! People are at work, conducting their business and the like. I'm awfully sorry, I'm just rather irritable in the morning." "Quite alright my friend, it's understandable, tell me, what else do you see at the window?" Holmes calmly stated. "Well, Nothing out of the ordinary, as I said before, just..wait! There is a crowd of people around a car right next to our doorstep!" I exclaimed. ...
... Trust is something that can take years to build, but can be broken very easily. By breaking trust with a family member one is also breaking respect of the family. The two ideas go hand in hand. My parents respected me enough to tell me that I was adopted, instead of lying to me and having me find out later in life that I wasn't their biological son. This respect that my parents gave me, in turn gave me their trust. And I gave them the respect and trust that was given to me. Without sacrifice, a family cannot be. The sacrifices that family members make for each other show the willingness to be an unselfish part of a family. Sacrifices also display the l ...
... in his trembling hands. "But, there is no more wishes left," said Mrs. White. "Maybe, just maybe I can squeeze out just one more wish to save us," said Mr. White. He held the monkeys paw high in the air and said, "I wish I never pulled this wretched monkeys paw out of the fire". But nothing happened, all was silent. "We can't make it go away" said Mrs. White. They both fell to the floor with tortured hearts. "I cant live with a son like that, we must find a way to put an end to this," said Mr. White. Herbert began his way down the stairs. As he neared the end of the steps Mr. White picked up a gun and shot Herbert in the chest. Herbert fell down the stairway li ...
... the governess told the housekeeper, Mrs. Grose, of the incident and described the appearance of the man. Mrs. Grose told her that it was a perfect description of Peter Quint, the valet to the governess' employer but that Mr. Quint was dead. One afternoon shortly afterward, a second ghost appeared. This time the ghost of Miss Jessel, the former governess, appeared in the garden to both the governess and the little girl (Flora). The strange part of the situation was that the little girl refused to let the governess know that she had seen the figure and knew who it was. The governess learned from the housekeeper that the two ghosts had been lovers whi ...
... like liquid fire. A gnat flew too close and I captured it with a snap of my long tongue. Snaring a long piece of the silk, I immediately ascended, looking for my tree. My mate was awaiting my return, and was soon rewarded as I pulled up to the carefully camouflaged nest. I passed the silken strand over to her and left to find some food. The humans are very good to us and hang tremendous reservoirs of nectar from various limbs and rafters. The containers come in all shapes and colors but they all have red bases. I headed for one of these and saw one of my rival males. He instantly attacked, chirping his anger at my intrusion. I counterattacked and we began a do ...
... so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt. Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked us downstream, periodically bouncing us off of sandbags and sharp bra ...
