It is likely that Tom picks Myrtle because he thinks she will be an easy woman to control. She is not wealthy, powerful, or socially connected, so she doesn't pose much of a threat to him. Myrtle also readily accepts Tom's fabricated story about being unable to divorce Daisy because "she's a Catholic."
Ankh. (some egyptian thing idk)
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In works of art, macabre is the quality of having a grim or ghastly atmosphere. The macabre works to emphasize the details and symbols of death.
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TW: gore
<h2>I had a dream all of my teeth fell out. </h2>
One by one, they crumble. I tried closing my jaw and the vacancy of my teeth letting me close it gum to gum. My mouth tasted of blo.od and it painted my carpet with a puddle of teeth. I woke up in a panic, feeling my mouth in my sleepy state, accidentally biting my finger. I yelped cradling it with my opposing hand. I manoeuvre my way to the bathroom and wrapped it up with gauze carefully. As I return to bed I pick up my phone and do the only logical thing I could do; I go,ogled it. The bright screen hurts my eyes. The results tell me I'm insecure, that something life-changing has happened, what a bunch of bull. I put my phone down shaking my head, trying to ease myself back to sleep. The next morning I woke up to no alarm... I look around and realize it is bright outside. I look around frantically for my phone that I must've forgotten to plug in. When I find it, to my despair it's dead. "I'm late!" I declare jumping out of bed, falling over as I throw on my clothes. I run down the stairs and to the couch opening my computer to log in. My hair sticks straight up in a crazy mess. "How are you late, you literally work from home?" my roommate asks. "Less questions, can you throw me a bagel?" she sighs getting up from the kitchen table. I log in as fast as I can making sure to turn off my camera as I try frantically to tame my hair. "Catch!" I look up just in time for a bagel to hit my square in the nose. "Thanks," I mutter picking it off my lap. "Sorry, I'm late!" I say, of course, it's the morning we have the meeting on which department deserves a pay raise. "It's fine Jaxon, we were just getting started" I sigh in relief as I mute myself and take a bite of my bagel. A few moments later I hear Ali, my roommate, go "You have some- blo.od." she points to my mouth and I grab a napkin spitting out my breakfast. "Oh my god, I'm gonna pu.ke" she runs to the bathroom as three teeth sit in the palm of my hand. I feel around my mouth with my tongue my other teeth wiggle with the movement. "What the..." my whole mouth aches. I start to panic and I get flashbacks. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I whisper to myself.
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i love creative writing SO MUCH
you can replace Jaxon w your name bc i just used mine IoI
and u gotta remove the dots/commas in the words blo.od, pu.ke, and go,ogled (id,k why they censor them)
hope this helps:)
