In old legend there live 3 queen’s born from the Sea’s , the Earth, and the Moon along with different year’s .Each were guarded by powerful demon’s ruler’s born of unknown blood.
And 4 young woman are chosen to save the world. Our 1st up is latino beauty Rosa Juan with the faith of a tiger lily and the hope of rose and there Kikki Johnson she got truth by her side and love in her heart ,But for her cousin Miss Emerald Macklin care for justice an yet (Emma) courage is her best quality .but her friend Kitaru Smith or Yin for short , she our little gothic witch who love darkness but deep inside her light was Yin gift. AN last but not least our youngest flower, her name is Millennia young(blood) or Moon for short and she has a lot to learn. Anyhow moon-chan is well know as the princess of Lily Bright High School  (Home of the water dragon’s !) and for our youngest friend she got alot 2 learn. Her name is Millennia young(blood) or Moon for short. she a 15 year old in the 10th grade ,but also Moon is know to be a true princess beyond of classmate until she meet her new sweet heart name Tykomaru Ginbolee ,Komaru a 18 year old 12th grader wonder for the blood of his formal lover. On his way to his new school he found a young woman on the ground crying . Hello ? Are you ok miss? He asked until the young girl turn and appear her sweet face :soft brown skin ,rosie lips, & silver/blue . She replied (I hurt my knee on the way to the school.) komaru face
life, to me seem clear and simple. Love, the dictionary defines love as an intense feeling of deep affection. When I read those words, ‘intense feeling of deep affection’, I feel my heart beat faster and I think immediately of someone special. To me, that intense feeling can create almost a release from the feelings I am having in that moment and create and calming aura around me. The deep affection that is love, to me is the most powerful feeling in the universe and if used correctly can create the…
com, love has five different definitions or so called meanings. Love is “(1) a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. (2) A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. (3) Sexual passion or desire. (4) A person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart. (5) (Used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?” “Love.” Dictionary.com Unabridged. Random House, Inc. 03…
Conflicting Wills Inside Crumbling Men Michelangelo, the legendary and distinguished artist in the Italian Renaissance, philosophically proclaimed that he lived “in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived” (Brainyquote.com). The constant battle of free will resonating inside Michelangelo’s head correlates within the troubled central characters in Paul Thomas Anderson’s There Will…
and everything for it. Penelope proves that adoration never fails as she struggles to keep her affection for Odysseus strong during his twenty year voyage even after receiving awful news of his death. Penelope lies to the men intending on replacing Odysseus as her husband in order to prolong trading her soul mate for a guy she cannot stand marrying. For example, she tells her suitors “’…let me finish my weaving before I marry.’”(134) and that “’… it is a shroud I weave for Lord Laertes…’” It is…
no further(30) Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open To his unmast'red importunity.(35) Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon.(40) Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes…
Later on into the party Romeo finally caught up with Juliet in the elevator. “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” says Romeo as he goes to kiss Juliet for the first time. Romeo and Juliet have a great passion to be with each other. After first seeing each other at the party they couldn’t keep their lips off of each other. Romeo ran away from his friends after the party to find Juliet. “Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out…
big enough to be a size 46, but the heart beating inside his chest is the heart of a shattered child… A heart torn by a childhood that is sad …miserable…devoid of any kind touches…and lacking whispers…whispers of love: “I love you…Yes, I love you the way you are… and for no particular reason… But having you in my life makes me happy.” As he grew; the size of his trousers grew larger…so did his shirt….his shoes…his height as well as his weight… Yet, that heart of the innocent child desperate for love……
from him by the soldiers is heart-breaking, not just because he will miss him but more importantly in that the lama has forsaken his mission. This is when I first realized throughout the chapters that the bond between Kim and the Tibetan lama has grown to a point where the lama is like a father to Kim. Being an orphaned child, Kim needs this type of guidance to bring hope to his life. This reminds me of my bigger brother, when he took care of me and my other siblings when my family structure was broken…
In a household just consisting of my mom and I, she did her best to raise me catholic. We went to church every Sunday, prayed before bed, and also before meals. Thus, all my life up until grade 12 I thought my effort to keep a solid relationship with God was ideal. Little did I know, prayer was not simply an egotistical conversation with God seeing that every occasion that I prayed I would always ask God for things I want in life. Looking at my relationship with God from his perspective, my connection with him…
Guilliermo This I Believe rough draft I don't remember what we were fighting about or why my parents were yelling at me. I don't remember what I wore that day or how old I was or what song it was or even why I was so angry. I do recall only one thing: I remember storming off to the piano, inflamed, and proceeding to bang a song out on the keys. I remember crashing my fingers down into chord progressions, and my anger, amplified through the tune, pulsating like a stereo all through the house. The blaring…
