“MAYNARD! THERE”S A PRETTY WOMAN HERE FOR YOU!” Maynard ran up the stairs and was out of breath as he saw the beautiful blond haired woman with deep green eyes smiling at him. 1,446 more words
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“My good creature,” remarked the rocket in a very haughty tone of voice, “I see that you belong to the lower orders. A person of my position is never useful. 71 more words
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and dark desires.
— Macbeth: Act 1, Scene 4
High-society Londoners slept undisturbed the morning of November 9, 1888, huddling underneath the blankets protecting them from the oncoming harsh winter winds outside, snoring unaware while outside, city workers donned their coats and swept the city clean.3,892 more words