Clarissa would have noticed him even if he didn’t look so sad. "Tall, dark and handsome!" she thought. "You're just what I need!"
"Oh, geez!" exclaimed the Tall, dark and handsome, even jumping slightly as Clarissa suddenly and unexpectedly appeared right in front of his nose. And she didn't just appear, she materialized out of thin air hovering above the pavement, like all ordinary ghosts do.
Perhaps, if she could find at least one pair of ear plugs before going to bed last night, Amy wouldn't have woke up from a slight metal clicking. But all earplugs seemed to have magically vanished from the house, and she was forced to expose her ears to all possible sounds night and morning could bring. Night wasn’t that bad. Besides, she slept much deeper during night hours, but became really sound-sensitive around morning time.
I noticed her the moment I came into that small cafe. That deep dark eyes... I bet I saw them before. I don’t remember where. She was sitting near the window in the cozy alcove, with her mug full with coffee. She sat so still and her face was so out of emotions that I could think that she was hypnotized. I could see her face from where I sat and it charmed me. I was trying to recall where I could see it before, when a small tear has dropped into her mug.
Lindsay walked down the corridor, meeting friendly staff and visitors at the center.
The happiness and well-being radiating from them made Lindsay want to disappear. Not out of envy, but rather out of pain and bitterness for herself and her life.
The film, titled "Curve," can be interpreted in various ways, including as "body curve," "turn," or "curvature."
It begins with the beautiful and slender Uma Thurman walking down Wilshire Boulevard in Beverly Hills. She is dressed in a white pencil skirt, a sheer blouse with billowy sleeves, and a flowing white silk scarf.
I decided to put together a few storylines for possible screenplays....
Action/Crime
Actors: Tom Cruise, John Travolta, Keira Knightley.
Storyline: A list of a crime participants is created by the crime witness and secretly sent to police. A crime detective Jack (Cruise) who leads this case is captured by a gang. A bad man (Travolta) shows Jack a video of Jack's girlfriend Lisa (Keira).
"I wanna know you better," Nick said, turning to his side.
"Yeah? OK, all right. Ask me. Ask me something…. No, actually, just ask me anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything!"
"OK," he lingered as if he wasn't sure he should ask… "But you said 'anything'."
"I sure did."
"Sharon, what happened? Why did you leave so early without waking me up? I'm sorry, I was really tired, slept like a log… I really need to talk to you. Please call me." David pressed the "end call" button.
About an hour ago, Sharon quietly closed the door behind her and slipped out onto the small balcony overlooking the cliff.
The family, taking advantage of the father's absence, decided to throw away the old bathtub. The father liked it and didn't want to replace it, but he was away on a business trip, and his wife and some of his buddies organized the removal of the bathtub.
"Where did you want to end up?" the technician asked.
"Well, to work," replied Stephan.
"So early to work?" she asked suspiciously.
For some reason, Stephan felt ashamed, as if going to work early was something wrong. In reality, there was nothing unusual about Stephan going to work early. It was just a habit of his. He entered early and left early. Besides, it was more enjoyable for him to work in the morning.
I gave you sunrises, now you give me sunsets. I don't see them. I always miss them. But sometimes I sneak a glance at the sky and sink into this veil of violet on yellow with bright pink flashes and blue cats chasing blue butterflies.
He was called the Conductor. In reality, of course, the Conductor had a perfectly human name, and everyone remembered it, but he was called the Conductor, and nothing else. The thing was that the Conductor, though he was a very talented composer, performer, pianist, and much more...
Once upon a time, there lived in the world a Cat named Kitty the Cat, nicknamed Short Tail. In reality, her tail was not only of quite normal, average length but also extraordinarily fluffy and additionally of amazing color.
Closing my eyes. Flashes of light. Multicolored lights of New Year's garlands? Shards of bright flashes make me turn around. I turn my head and see your dear eyes. You watched me sleep. You guarded my sleep, you didn't want to wake me, just wanted to see me bury my nose in the blanket. Listen to my steady warm breath…
Once upon a time, there was a man, a very interesting person. His name was Artist. He had everything he could wish for - an incredible job, a loving family, and a stable life. This noble man was pretty much like the others around him - all of them had been living their lives for a very noble purpose - for Respect. Respect meant a lot to all the men in the place where our hero was coming from.
Once Mr. Stanton decided it was time to embark on his writing journey. Having lived a long life and immersed himself in many literary treasures, he felt the urge to create something of his own.
I remember you. You were a translucent jellyfish, shimmering with air bubbles within your watery body. You soared as the black silhouette of a pelican over the waves of the Atlantic… you fluttered as an iridescent butterfly above my head.
And when the warm orange air spilled sand onto the shore of the Atlantic, I felt the urge to run barefoot through the cool ocean foam, to leap from unexpected waves and squint at the sunset rays. I kicked off my sandals and flew to the water's edge, stepping on rare shells and gray algae that found refuge from the elements on our shore.
I will wear a dress of mountains. With fluffy, tender blue peaks, I will adorn my head—wrapping it like a silk scarf. My eyes will be painted with the lilac hue of sunset clouds. The fabric of the dress will shimmer with the scarlet and blue of evening reflections, and I'll sprinkle gold sparkles on the hem.
I love the sound of clicking heels. Sharp, resonant. Click. Click. Click… In the quiet hall with its high ceiling, the sharp sound of my steps reflects off the shiny surfaces and echoes up above. I try not to think about how irresistible I am.
Once upon a time, there was a King. He ruled as best he could, loved as much as he was able, and lived as life allowed. Not everything went smoothly for the King, because, after all, he was only human. And nothing human was foreign to him.
Sharp drops pierced the asphalt, but immediately bounced off in different directions, falling in splashes into the puddles.
Darkness. Silence. Only the sound of rock 'n' rolls flitting past the window, blinking with sharps. It’s already dark, and that’s why they stick to the glass – they’re drawn to the sound. Tonight, my whole house is filled with sound. Not just any sound, but rock 'n' roll sound.
Upwards… Then a violin, and again upwards, higher, higher, downwards, quieter, fading; the violin… Argues with the harpsichord, and then together they simply soar. And there… Up above, in the waltz of the sun and leaves…
Red tram number 1034 squealed, accelerated, and, clattering its rims, bounced along the tracks after the blue 1822. Trailing behind the red one were the orange 1215, lemon 1210, lime green, blue, orange, and another blue tram. On the parallel tracks, the trams were somehow not going in the opposite direction as technical progress had once dictated, but alongside their neighbors.
Ogstin exited the building slowly, unhurriedly, as if trying to prove to everyone, including himself, that he couldn't care less about what was happening around him. If he was interested in anything, it was only himself. But he spent all his interest on himself, which could arise in his head covered with short hair.
