... my pleas for sanity. For happiness. For success in what ever I do. For love. For anything positive in my life. I shouldn't be living like this..... I deserve so much more than this. I'm going to start righting wrongs that have been done in my past. I'm not looking back and trying to fix the past, but I sure as hell am going to learn from it. I just have to get a game plan to get the ball ...
... living thing, crashing into it and quickly engulfing the entire form of the creature, devouring it. The figure turned its back to the burning Assassin, unconcerned, and came back over to the device, delicately righting it and frowning into the screen with golden eyes and pupils slitted like a cat's.] Now... what exactly are you, hmmm? Perhaps... Hello? Is anyone there? I seem to have stumbled ...
... of the community, who at some point or another had helped each one of them in a time of hardship. Their plan of honoring Doc with a party goes awry and they are then faced with righting their wrong. While this storyline ties the book together I took most interest in the small subplots and character sketches of the locals. The theme of appreciation for the simple things in life is prevalent. The...
... movement in the bed, and then a tiny creature falls out of the blankets onto the floor with a startled squeek. It appears to be a small red fox, and it lays on its back for a few seconds before righting itself and spinning in a circle as if trying to get a look at itself. Finally, after a bit of this, it bounds over to the door to the room and pushes it closed with its head, and then moves ...
... down. Ray carded his fingers through the thick fur at the wolf’s neck. It was something they both enjoyed. Ray was just drifting back to sleep when Dief stretched, almost rolling off the bed in the process, righting himself at the last moment. “What a goof,” mumbled Ray. “I love you, too, Ray.” It took a moment for Ray to react. He lifted his head and stared at Dief. “Did you say something?”...
... expense of the inaudible and subaltern. Seeking to understand this phenomenon in other contexts, I wrote “Righting and Re-Writing Wrongs,” an examination of Jean Rhys’s Wide Sargasso Sea. The article drew ... manner in which the act of testimony—“writing” or articulating wrongs—may facilitate a process of ‘righting” them. Drawing from the dual meaning of “articulation” as both an utterance and a “...
...about it… When I dissect the events that transpired… When I explore the past… When I look back and detach myself from the whole thing… I can safely say that I’ve been fooling myself. Looking past faults, righting wrongs in my mind, and rationalizing every little fucked up scenario. I don’t think I can go on. I can’t take it anymore. I will never be second rate. I will not be your lower class...
... Samantha's near lapse. 'Oh baby.' She leaned in again, kissing her gently. In her weakened state, Samantha wasn't as careful as usual, allowing their kiss to last dangerously long. She finally stood from the wall on which she had been leaning, righting Lindsay as she did, her hands briefly at her hips. Lindsay made a noise of vague satisfaction, perhaps things would be alright after all.
...to focus on the words. Do you have to constantly be crawling up my arse?" he yelled, pushing her away from him and the desk, with force. She crumpled the sheet in her hand as her feet stumbled, before righting themselves. She looked down at the words she'd written, and threw the ball of wadded paper at him. " I was only trying to help, Ville. There, that's for you!" He looked down at the paper...
..., what thy believed to be a radical message from a reclusive elite. They ridiculously assumed the writings on the wall to be random, while a rear rose from the renaissance rallied the right while righting their wrongs. He stood quiet while he was writing at dawn revealing race, reputation, and relevance have become the parameters to determine right from the wrong. He relaxes on a rock with a ...
