Incompréhension Mga Nobela at Kwento

CHAPTER 4- Mother “I struggled not this time, I basked. Basked in the emptiness of the black void, the thick ooze. I accepted it like my own, yeah, it was me. But still, I hated it. I had regret. Regret in my seeming peace. Slowly, I was enveloped with anger, then from its opus, my heart had rage. Resentment caved in and I could see it, the black void. I was no more in it, but of it.”

Lillian nodded vigorously at what her mother said, her voice still failing her. Margaret let out a dry chuckle, “oh please, stop this foolishness. Contended with what you have? What do you have? No tell me, what do you have, what are you contended with? A house in dire need of repair and that is not even yours? You are sick with breast cancer but you can’t even afford money for your surgery, yet you say you are contended with what you have. Spare me that rubbish and take the money you and I know you need.”

she mumbles Well I didn’t see that coming

Tu ne fait pas quoi ? Peace : ( en colère) Je ne t'aime pas... C'est difficile à comprendre.... ????? John: Très très même.... Tu ne peux savoir ce que cette parole peut faire.... Peace je t'aime de tout mon être.... Peace : Haï... Qu'est-ce que tu ne comprend pas.. C'est le Je, le ne le t' ou encore le aime pas la que tu ne comprend pas ? John: Peace.... Un peu de compassion s'il te plait..... J'imagine qu'il doit avoir quelqu'un derrière tout ceci n'est-ce pas ?''

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

Will was afraid of being noticed from the outside since the town was busier now, and he didn't like spending hours in the col Sister Lina had moved on from teaching language to teaching history and religion. The religion worshiped a Goddess called the 'Nurturing Mother'. She was tolerant and caring, but also stern and cruel at times. The teachings heavily emphasized on caring for others, working in unison to lift everyone up together, but also independence so you wouldn't rely to heavily on others. It taught forgiveness and discipline, instead of punishment

I muttered, slouching in my seat. Driving with Cassandra was never easy, she detested driving behind coaches and big trucks due to their inability to go as fast as your average car, her aim is to swerve uncaring into another lane than serve back, completely ignoring the other cars surrounding her. All I could hear was honking, constant curses from other angry drivers. "Just great." Cassandra slammed both her hands on the wheels, an annoyed look on her face as she suddenly slowed down to the side of the pavement. "What is it?" I asked confused, looking alarmingly around us.

Something without a name. Something with many.