want to stop him." "Mr. Rosa." He waited until Rosa had turned to him "Mr.Rosa. What would you say if I told you that there were no pass down there?"Rosa looked at him with a curious and confused look "Why, stranger. I'd say you'd been chewing on some loco shrooms.""And if I could prove it?" said William. Barry answered after a moment's pause. "Why then, I guess I'd be…
In the novel by William Goldman, the character Buttercup is a 17 year old girl who comes off naive, rude, arrogant and rather clueless to other’s feelings or intentions towards her. For example she is rude to the farm boy, Westley in the beginning. Buttercup does not know that she has offended other girls in her village because the boys have noticed her beauty that she clearly does not see. However, despite her flaws, she is rather charming. She is a tomboy by heart and only cares to ride horses all day long and boss around Westley. She is naïve in the sense that she does not understand how someone could care if she were the most beautiful woman in the world or not. What difference could it have made if you were only the third most beautiful.…
CURSED When a series of murders haunt the city of Brooksville, Michael is the one who is affected the most. All his loved ones are the target. Will he be able to protect them from this curse? Chapter one “She is dead, Michael.”…
That’s amazing, honey. We have never been there before. But we don’t have desire to go there, it’s terrifying. Honey, please don’t throw anything into the water, just only watch it. It’s dangerous. You know Piranha fish well, they can bite you. And you shouldn’t swim at night, we care about you because you don’t have flashlight and you might not realize that there are predators or poisonous animals living into there like King cobra, crocodile and so on. Eventually, we hope you will have a happy time. And don’t forget to type us email every day. We love you, good night.…
Character, plot, settings are fictional. Sorry if it’s the same as other story and many grammars and spelling errors. I was inspired by several stories so the story may have similar plots and it’s my first time going to write long ass story. WARNING:…
Dr Phil: Today we have a guest that witnessed a major issue going on in our society today. Please put your hands together for Melinda Sordino. *Crowd applauds* Dr. Phil: Hello, Melinda Melinda: Hello, I’m so thankful to be here today to share my story and thoughts. Dr. Phil: So would you mind going ahead and explaining your situation, being all truth and no lies.…
I've always liked the wind through my hair. It makes me feel similar to a bird flying in the air. Tobe, my Gerberian Shepsky has her head out the passenger's window. Her fur is blowing backwards and her tongue is out. Thick fog swirls over the ocean on my side.…
HOWZAT! [Setting takes place in Jane’s living room.] JANE: Hey darling? Are you going to watch Australia vs England on Friday?…
It’s always been true that people everywhere love to talk. Especially when it’s about other people. Technically, people have no common sense while they’re talking about other people and their mediocre lives and won’t step back look at your own lives and be like “Wow, maybe I shouldn’t talk about be so hostile because I’m not Queen/King of the world.” Even if they think about it just a little, the’re not going to stop because they don’t think it’s going to fire back on them. You know what’s that called?…
When the carriage stopped in front of the townhouse, Boudreaux bid us a good night, and informed us, I felt more for me, than Louis, that he was leaving first thing next morning and traveling to his plantation to oversee the planting. We wished him well and parted ways. I felt Boudreaux’s eyes on me as we walked inside. After we went inside, Louis said that he wished he had told Ransom that he was leaving within the week and going back to Barbados; the unrest there was threatening the cane crop. Although I would miss my husband, I breathed a sigh of relief that he would not be home long and that he had not told Boudreau.…
It’s them sycamores I remember. An’ the river, runnin’ deep and green, tinkling jus’ like the way Aunt Clara’s house keys used to when she was out on the porch about to unlock the front door. I’d hide my mouse in my pocket whene’er I heard them jinglin’ keys, because Aunt Clara ne’er liked ’em rodents hangin’ around her house. I was a smart boy, I really was.…
To my dearest grandchild, If you recall, last time I visited I had a story to tell. Ah, if only it was not required of me to end my visit so quickly. I pray this written version of my story will do justice. The Night My Life Flashed Before My Eyes.…
“Oscar watch out!” Said Billy as he threw a lightning speed cold snowball right at my face. That recently happened to me last year in December of 2015, here after school. Billie was so delighted that he had knocked me out with a snowball. He didn’t bother to wake me up. He just stood there waiting until I woke up.…
Jill: I can't talk about him. No, I will talk about him. Every once in a while it's good to do something you don't want to do, it cleanses the insides. He was terribly sweet, and groovy looking, but kind of adolescent, ya know what I mean? Girls mature faster than boys, boys are neater, but girls mature faster. When we met, it was like fireworks! It was a marvelous kind of passion that made every day seem like the 4th of July! Anyways.. the next thing I know, there we are, standing in front of the Justice of the Peace, getting married!? Its only been like two or three months and we're getting married?! I'm not even out of high school! I've got two big exams tomorrow and they were on my mind too.. and then I hear the words, "Do you Jack, take Jill, to be your lawful wedded wife?" UGH!!! Can you imagine going through life as "Jack and Jill" ?! Then I hear, "Until death do us part." And all of the sudden, its not even a wedding anymore, more like a funeral service! And there I am being buried alive!... Under Jack Benson! I wanted to scream, go running out into the night! But I couldn't.. It was 10 o'clock in the morning and well, you can't go running out into 10 o'clock in the morning. So instead, I passed out. If only I'd fainted, before I said "I…
I know this Is wrong. I know the consequences of murder. I know that I shouldn't be thinking of murdering my twin sister. But what can I do? She's left me no other option.…