Universidad Metropolitana Escuela de Idiomas Modernos: Literatura II Prof. Ana González Creative writing project: short story. A ONE- WAY GLASS By Antonella Pepe Vulnerable, frail, so very fragile and petite; like a fine, antique ceramic doll, there was Angela, lying on her bed. Her hands still warm, felt soft to the touch, though she was breathing no more. Autumn, her daughter, was admiring her Mamma´s beauty for a never-ending moment. What an unbelievable splendor for a sick person!, Autumn thought.
One evening while at home after observing that the laboratory and my masters quarters were empty I stayed awake waiting for him. I was stirred for a moment by a noise coming form the back door. I rushed to see if my master was using the back entrance and came face to face with who I knew must be Mr. Hyde. Pure evil was this man that stood before me. Evil like none I had ever seen before, it seem almost to seep right out of his pores.
What am I doing here? Looking around the empty room, questions fly around inside my head. I see nothing, but white, dirty, cracked walls and a shattered window. Smoke. The smell of smoke stings in my nose.
The Importance of Fantasy in The Cat In The Hat The Cat in The Hat was a children’s book written and creatively illustrated by Theodor Geisel under the pen name Dr. Suess. It was first published in 1957 and has since made a deep impression in the hearts of children and adults alike. The story centers around an eccentric anthropomorphic cat that comes in to the house of two children while the adults are away, attempting to entertain them while they are stuck at home on a rainy day. The element of fantasy that was implemented throughout the story, which includes a talking pet goldfish and a talking cat that performs all sorts of tricks, became an immediate success and was praised as an exciting alternative compared to the ineffective traditional primers such as those featuring Dick and Jane. This essay will discuss on the importance of fantasy in popular children’s literature such as The Cat in The Hat.
The sweet ringing of his quiet snores relaxes my body and tempts my mind to drift into the mysterious world of sleep. For a moment I indulge, but after a while I continue with my awakening. Punctiliously, I creep out of bed and wearily wander down the transcendental hallway. As I briskly slumber past the window I hear the familiar whistle of astringent wind. It reminds me of my childhood faith; the crisp winter morning strolls which where the sign of the heavy build up to Christmas; the glistening berries on the prickly holly bush; the hush sound of singing choirs and the humble smell of my mother cooking a heavenly Christmas roast.
She shook her head again, and headed towards the stairs. She was acting a bit paranoid. . As soon as she took a step forward, a cold hand gripped her ankle. She
Prologue *Crackle Crackle* Huh? Where am I? I stood alone, facing the blazing house, in the middle of nowhere. Unknown as to how I got here, I could only wonder to myself. *Crakle Crackle* ….
I’ve tried a lot of techniques to try and calm my nerves. Things like picturing people in their underwear, deep breathing and meditation beforehand, avoiding eye contact by looking at the walls around the room, and pretending that I’m just casually talking to a group of friends, yet I still get nervous every time. I suppose it’s just because I tend to over think right before I give my speech. I start to think about things like “what if I mess up” or “what if I lose my place or forget everything?” and it’s these fears that make me so nervous. Once these thoughts begin to run through my mind I start to get sweaty palms, an increased heart rate, dry mouth, heat flashes, the usual anxiety responses caused by the “fight or flight” syndrome.
Delphi is very beautiful, blessed, and is all around what the P. Burke wishes she could be. The Internet world allows P. Burke to become just that girl. “Sitting up in the bed is the darlingest girl you’ve EVER seen. She quivers – porno for angels. She sticks both her little arms straight up, flips her hair, looks around full of sleepy pazazz.
He had been playing around a dead cat for a while. I thought she would have gave him a bath, but she let him sleep with her that night. I could not handle that, so the next morning I got up and scrubbed him really good with powerful soap. The second type of person I have lived with was very disrespectful. Kayann would come in around three or four o'clock in the morning.