In literature a drama genre deserves your attention. Dramas are usually called plays. Every person is made up of two parts: good and evil. Due to life circumstances, the human reveals one or another side of his nature. In drama we can see the full range of emotions : it can be love, jealousy, hatred, fear, etc. The best drama books are full of dialogue. This type of drama is one of the oldest forms of storytelling and has existed almost since the beginning of humanity. Drama genre - these are events that involve a lot of people. People most often suffer in this genre, because they are selfish. People always think to themselves first, they want have a benefit.Rhythm and Control by Silas (top rated books of all time TXT) đź“–
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long hair tangled in his arms. He tried very carefully to keep the shirt on the stranger and feeling pity for the girl, as he soon realized when he had observed her more carefully, he brushed her hair away and proceeded to take up her legs in a gentle manner, observing the deep cut in her thigh.
He went straight to the bathroom instead of the room to get her wounds cleaned up quickly, he was afraid for her life. She had her eyes closed and grimaced when she felt herself lowered on a cold surface, never seeing anything like it before. He turned on the taps, and warm water hit her body, slowly vanishing the dirt that clung to her skin and slowly stinging the cuts she had all over her body. He washed her gently with a cloth and some soap and was careful around the cuts and “private” areas, not wanting to scare her or make her feel threatened, yet feeling like a child for blushing as she looked up at him when he was padding the dirt away on her left inner thigh.
He looked at her and grabbed her hand; he put the cloth he’d been using to clean her and put it in hers, and mimicked the action in the air with his now free hand trying to tell her that she could clean herself. She nodded and proceeded where he was cleaning before, she did it with confidence. He found himself observing and slowly stood up to get out, thinking that what on earth was wrong with him watching a pregnant girl bathe nakedly in front of him.
He looked in the fridge to see if there was any food he could prepare for the girl, and settled on minced meat with fried plantains and rice. Typical Caribbean food, she was bound to like it. He got started in the kitchen and half hour later the food was ready and steaming, plantains took 10 minutes to fry and deserved constant attention. Which was the exact amount of time rice needed to be left alone, and in 20 minutes the minced meat could be cooked. He sighed, he was tired, he was shocked, and he was numb. How did his night end up like this? Tomorrow was the only day he would be off for another week, and he got into this mess whilst trying to seek solace by fantasizing over Julia’s cup size.
He went to the first aid cabinet he had in the alcove and took the whole case with him, antibiotics, bandages, and medical alcohol, everything that could help him cure the girl. He set it on his bed and looked for a towel that she could use to dry herself up when she was finished. He stole a glance in to the bathroom to watch her trying to clean her hair, he sighed and took the towel with him as he made his way to where she was.
She looked startled to see him again; she was enjoying the kindness she was being displayed knowing that this was not going to last long. She’d cleaned herself up and her cuts and wounds were stinging. She’d never experienced the feel of warm water until now. And she’d never been inside such a strange place, with water coming out of walls. She was trying to clean her hair with the cloth but it wasn’t working out.
She held her breath as he lowered himself on the floor again and turned her so she was facing the wall and giving her back to him, he grabbed something that spurted out a red liquid and put it on her hair, it smelt so good that her mouth was melting, her stomach gave a growl in response and he laughed. She stiffened as she acknowledged the sound of his voice and his keen hearing. This explained how he’d been able to find her among the trees in such a breezy and dark night, even though she was trying to be extremely careful.
He was scrubbing her hair with the liquid, which reminded her of the times when her mother would sit with her by the river and wash her hair with the liquid of the yucca root, as they both sat carelessly and without shame in the boulders and large rocks completely naked. The birds chirping and the monkeys passing by, her mother looked up and pointed out “We have to tell the men that there’s good game here.” The memory of monkey meat made her stomach growl in response again. He touched the wall again and stopped the water coming out. He then wrapped her in some sort of warm cloth and started drying her and her hair. He then picked her out, wrapped her in the cloth and took her to a bed.
She was stiff with surprise at how gentle he was being.
She couldn’t protest as she was too weak to even walk. As he lowered the girl into the bed he felt her tense up and thought nothing of it, he then turned her on her back and started going over her wounds, her belly wasn’t that big to make her lie on her front be such an impediment. He then covered her buttocks as he felt that they were too exposed and that if he was in her position he’d feel vulnerable. He cleaned the wounds of the barb wire fence and by the time he was finished with her back and arm she was covered with at least 15 plasters, seeing as they were only cuts, not big but still there nonetheless he saw it would be a waste of bandage. Even though her back looked messy with all the plasters he could not help but noticing the bronze tone her skin had.
He then turned her on her front and got working with the deep cut on her right thigh, he cleaned it, making her wince a couple of times and bandaged her, he made sure to cover her before he could proceed, as uncomfortable as she was comfortable, in her nakedness. Her eyes never left his face and he could feel himself blushing as she did so. He made a mental note to comb her long hair that was in wet disarray ruining the covers of his pillows. He finished the bandaging and sat her up, he then went to the kitchen, served the food that he’d made earlier and took it to her, picking a hairbrush along the way.
She saw him enter the room again and widened her eyes at the appetizing smell of meat. He sat beside her in the bed and fed her with a spoon, she was losing patience with being fed so slowly but bit her lip when she realized that all he’d done was show his kindness and hadn’t even talked to her to demand where she was from or what had happened to her tribe before making a decision of helping her, and that he hadn’t abused her either. She continued eating and finished the bowl quickly, he looked at her in surprise, and went back to the kitchen to get a second serving, and this time when she looked up he had thrust the object in her hand so she could eat by herself, she smiled in return and his eyes softened. As she was eating he grabbed another strange object and started brushing her hair, she could feel it becoming smooth and tame beneath his touch and then tied it up so it was above her neck in a loose bun, and she had never felt her hair off her neck since she could remember.
She finished her dinner and opened her mouth to ease the thirst; strangely he caught on and took the bowl back to the kitchen, coming back with some water. She took it out of his hand gently, as to not look ungrateful and drank. He smiled and frowned. She stopped to see if she had something wrong and he moved away. Coming back to the room with more cloth, he lifted her arms and slowly put on her a t-shirt, he then made her stand up, something she was finding very difficult with her wounded thigh and put on her a pair of sweatpants a girlfriend of his had left a long time ago, it being 3 months when he told her to get out of his house when he found out she was cheating on him.
She looked up at him, unused to too much clothing and stifled a warm breath. With clothes on she looked about 17 years old, her hair now in a bun she looked like any other girl in this town, though more feral than anything, she still had this free animalistic vibe to her every movement, she was probably a pureblood Indian and he would have problems if she didn’t heal quickly or if her tribe came knocking on his door. He realized the extent of his problem and saw the long term consequences ahead. Tomorrow he would call a doctor to get a diagnosis of her health. She sat back on the bed and he saw that it couldn’t be helped; tonight he was going to sleep in the living room.
He woke up to the sound of birds chirping and insect calls. He went straight to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, cleaning himself up and the bathroom too, he picked up the stinking loincloth the girl had took off when she saw the water, and the clothes he’d stripped as soon as he came home, he went to his bedroom to put on a shirt and not finding one he put on his kimono. He put every dirty thing he could find in the washing machine, including the loincloth, which he found quite pointless and proceeded to making breakfast, fruit salad, with the remaining of the lemonade and a ham and cheese toasted sandwich. He thought this breakfast was pretty good.
He then went back to the bedroom and caught a peek at the girl who was sleeping in the fetus position and her smooth, jet black hair covering half of her small, tender face, from what he could make out, she was at least 6 months pregnant, and if not on her 7th yet her womb was still small. This was going to be hell. He quickly rang the doctor and woke up the girl and fed her, he combed her hair once more as his nerves crept up on him. She looked at him stupefied and he stopped, putting her hair in a loose bun and leaving the room perplexed, unable to find a suitable justification of why he was combing her hair like she was some sort of doll.
He sat on the hammock again leaving her to socialize more with his bed covers until the doctor came, he didn’t want to invade her space, even though she was the one who had entered his territory. He sighed uncontrollably until she came; walking slowly to him because of her wounded leg, and tugged on his shirt. He fell of his hammock and stubbed his toe on the balcony, she looked at him terrified and he threw his hands up as if to clarify the situation and show her that he was ok, she then let out a laugh and covered her mouth quickly, fearing a blow to reprimand her behavior, but all he did was laugh as well.
She looked up at him and found herself submerging her gaze into his amber eyes, she couldn’t believe her luck. Not only was he such a gentle healer, he was also a good looking one too.
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He went straight to the bathroom instead of the room to get her wounds cleaned up quickly, he was afraid for her life. She had her eyes closed and grimaced when she felt herself lowered on a cold surface, never seeing anything like it before. He turned on the taps, and warm water hit her body, slowly vanishing the dirt that clung to her skin and slowly stinging the cuts she had all over her body. He washed her gently with a cloth and some soap and was careful around the cuts and “private” areas, not wanting to scare her or make her feel threatened, yet feeling like a child for blushing as she looked up at him when he was padding the dirt away on her left inner thigh.
He looked at her and grabbed her hand; he put the cloth he’d been using to clean her and put it in hers, and mimicked the action in the air with his now free hand trying to tell her that she could clean herself. She nodded and proceeded where he was cleaning before, she did it with confidence. He found himself observing and slowly stood up to get out, thinking that what on earth was wrong with him watching a pregnant girl bathe nakedly in front of him.
He looked in the fridge to see if there was any food he could prepare for the girl, and settled on minced meat with fried plantains and rice. Typical Caribbean food, she was bound to like it. He got started in the kitchen and half hour later the food was ready and steaming, plantains took 10 minutes to fry and deserved constant attention. Which was the exact amount of time rice needed to be left alone, and in 20 minutes the minced meat could be cooked. He sighed, he was tired, he was shocked, and he was numb. How did his night end up like this? Tomorrow was the only day he would be off for another week, and he got into this mess whilst trying to seek solace by fantasizing over Julia’s cup size.
He went to the first aid cabinet he had in the alcove and took the whole case with him, antibiotics, bandages, and medical alcohol, everything that could help him cure the girl. He set it on his bed and looked for a towel that she could use to dry herself up when she was finished. He stole a glance in to the bathroom to watch her trying to clean her hair, he sighed and took the towel with him as he made his way to where she was.
She looked startled to see him again; she was enjoying the kindness she was being displayed knowing that this was not going to last long. She’d cleaned herself up and her cuts and wounds were stinging. She’d never experienced the feel of warm water until now. And she’d never been inside such a strange place, with water coming out of walls. She was trying to clean her hair with the cloth but it wasn’t working out.
She held her breath as he lowered himself on the floor again and turned her so she was facing the wall and giving her back to him, he grabbed something that spurted out a red liquid and put it on her hair, it smelt so good that her mouth was melting, her stomach gave a growl in response and he laughed. She stiffened as she acknowledged the sound of his voice and his keen hearing. This explained how he’d been able to find her among the trees in such a breezy and dark night, even though she was trying to be extremely careful.
He was scrubbing her hair with the liquid, which reminded her of the times when her mother would sit with her by the river and wash her hair with the liquid of the yucca root, as they both sat carelessly and without shame in the boulders and large rocks completely naked. The birds chirping and the monkeys passing by, her mother looked up and pointed out “We have to tell the men that there’s good game here.” The memory of monkey meat made her stomach growl in response again. He touched the wall again and stopped the water coming out. He then wrapped her in some sort of warm cloth and started drying her and her hair. He then picked her out, wrapped her in the cloth and took her to a bed.
She was stiff with surprise at how gentle he was being.
She couldn’t protest as she was too weak to even walk. As he lowered the girl into the bed he felt her tense up and thought nothing of it, he then turned her on her back and started going over her wounds, her belly wasn’t that big to make her lie on her front be such an impediment. He then covered her buttocks as he felt that they were too exposed and that if he was in her position he’d feel vulnerable. He cleaned the wounds of the barb wire fence and by the time he was finished with her back and arm she was covered with at least 15 plasters, seeing as they were only cuts, not big but still there nonetheless he saw it would be a waste of bandage. Even though her back looked messy with all the plasters he could not help but noticing the bronze tone her skin had.
He then turned her on her front and got working with the deep cut on her right thigh, he cleaned it, making her wince a couple of times and bandaged her, he made sure to cover her before he could proceed, as uncomfortable as she was comfortable, in her nakedness. Her eyes never left his face and he could feel himself blushing as she did so. He made a mental note to comb her long hair that was in wet disarray ruining the covers of his pillows. He finished the bandaging and sat her up, he then went to the kitchen, served the food that he’d made earlier and took it to her, picking a hairbrush along the way.
She saw him enter the room again and widened her eyes at the appetizing smell of meat. He sat beside her in the bed and fed her with a spoon, she was losing patience with being fed so slowly but bit her lip when she realized that all he’d done was show his kindness and hadn’t even talked to her to demand where she was from or what had happened to her tribe before making a decision of helping her, and that he hadn’t abused her either. She continued eating and finished the bowl quickly, he looked at her in surprise, and went back to the kitchen to get a second serving, and this time when she looked up he had thrust the object in her hand so she could eat by herself, she smiled in return and his eyes softened. As she was eating he grabbed another strange object and started brushing her hair, she could feel it becoming smooth and tame beneath his touch and then tied it up so it was above her neck in a loose bun, and she had never felt her hair off her neck since she could remember.
She finished her dinner and opened her mouth to ease the thirst; strangely he caught on and took the bowl back to the kitchen, coming back with some water. She took it out of his hand gently, as to not look ungrateful and drank. He smiled and frowned. She stopped to see if she had something wrong and he moved away. Coming back to the room with more cloth, he lifted her arms and slowly put on her a t-shirt, he then made her stand up, something she was finding very difficult with her wounded thigh and put on her a pair of sweatpants a girlfriend of his had left a long time ago, it being 3 months when he told her to get out of his house when he found out she was cheating on him.
She looked up at him, unused to too much clothing and stifled a warm breath. With clothes on she looked about 17 years old, her hair now in a bun she looked like any other girl in this town, though more feral than anything, she still had this free animalistic vibe to her every movement, she was probably a pureblood Indian and he would have problems if she didn’t heal quickly or if her tribe came knocking on his door. He realized the extent of his problem and saw the long term consequences ahead. Tomorrow he would call a doctor to get a diagnosis of her health. She sat back on the bed and he saw that it couldn’t be helped; tonight he was going to sleep in the living room.
He woke up to the sound of birds chirping and insect calls. He went straight to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, cleaning himself up and the bathroom too, he picked up the stinking loincloth the girl had took off when she saw the water, and the clothes he’d stripped as soon as he came home, he went to his bedroom to put on a shirt and not finding one he put on his kimono. He put every dirty thing he could find in the washing machine, including the loincloth, which he found quite pointless and proceeded to making breakfast, fruit salad, with the remaining of the lemonade and a ham and cheese toasted sandwich. He thought this breakfast was pretty good.
He then went back to the bedroom and caught a peek at the girl who was sleeping in the fetus position and her smooth, jet black hair covering half of her small, tender face, from what he could make out, she was at least 6 months pregnant, and if not on her 7th yet her womb was still small. This was going to be hell. He quickly rang the doctor and woke up the girl and fed her, he combed her hair once more as his nerves crept up on him. She looked at him stupefied and he stopped, putting her hair in a loose bun and leaving the room perplexed, unable to find a suitable justification of why he was combing her hair like she was some sort of doll.
He sat on the hammock again leaving her to socialize more with his bed covers until the doctor came, he didn’t want to invade her space, even though she was the one who had entered his territory. He sighed uncontrollably until she came; walking slowly to him because of her wounded leg, and tugged on his shirt. He fell of his hammock and stubbed his toe on the balcony, she looked at him terrified and he threw his hands up as if to clarify the situation and show her that he was ok, she then let out a laugh and covered her mouth quickly, fearing a blow to reprimand her behavior, but all he did was laugh as well.
She looked up at him and found herself submerging her gaze into his amber eyes, she couldn’t believe her luck. Not only was he such a gentle healer, he was also a good looking one too.
*Unfinished work* Please comment
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