All's Quiet On The Western Front Author Novels & Stories

'Homes for Heroes' was certainly a nice policy and an idea, but the lost generation still remained lost and still suffered all the same. 'All Quiet on the Western Front' was the work that Lila had known would be assigned to her, and she knew that she would have been able to relate to the characters and the protagonist almost immediately, her dead days taking over her, consuming her mind, and leaving her deaf, blind, and dumb. But right now, she truly did not want to do anything other than sit in front of the heater in her futile effort to try and hear her body up. It wasn't working, and she knew that it would never truly ever work on her.

A face that was sharp and pleasant in equal measure, the kind you wouldn't look twice at on the street but would remember afterward without being able to explain why, in conclusion he looked unconventionally handsome. He pulled a book from the shelf and turned it over to read the back. "Do you have anything by Remarque?" he asked without looking up. "All Quiet on the Western Front specifically." "We do." She moved toward the classics section. "This way." He followed at a comfortable distance. She found the edition, pulled it from the shelf, handed it across. He took it and studied the cover. "Good." "Looking for anything else or just the one?" He considered. "Surprise me. Something that does

I had been really unhappy at that time and had a loud shouting match with him. I could not understand. He helped Winnie because he was friends with Henry. Why should he consider these things too? But Jake had, without hesitation, said that I was heartless and could not think in Winnie’s shoes. For that, we gave each other the silent treatment for a long time. Later on, I thought that I should not hold this against a widow, so I was the first to apologize. When Jake wanted to wear his ring again, he could not find it anymore.

That was why he had vetted all potential women and eventually settled on Jolene. I didn't expect Jolene to be waiting outside when I left the ward. She had also sent Leon away. She immediately asked, "How is Bruce?" I thought to myself, 'What is she doing? She's concerned? How ridiculous.' I simply answered flatly, "He's fine." She let out a small sigh of relief, then looked guilty. "I didn't want things to turn out like this." I didn't even bother responding. It didn't matter that she didn't want it; it still happened. "I don't want to see you," I said coldly.

She bowed, her fingers tapping a message at a snail's pace. [Elaine: Time for bed.] [Stephen: Mm, come over to sleep.] Elaine wondered if Stephen had any clue what he was suggesting, biting back her frustration. [Elaine: Jasper's here too.] Stephen, fresh from a shower and clad only in a bathrobe in the room next door, chuckled at her message. He shot back a casual reply. [Stephen: Right beside you?] Elaine felt exposed, as if he could read her mind. As she stewed in her irritation, not wanting to respond, Jasper, who had been quiet until then, suddenly asked, "Who's got you so engrossed in conversation? You look quite amused."