“Through the gilded glass doors on the left hand side of the hall. “instructed the embassy security guard in an overly loud voice, intended to give the impression that he was far higher up in the ranks of the armed forces that he had never been in. Mika uttered a begrudging ‘thanks’, and strode angrily down the gleaming marble hall and crashed through the embassy doors, literally, having not realized that the glass doors were locked.
The doors burst open. A group of men in masks with guns ran through, firing indiscriminately at both employees and visitors. Shouts and screams competed with the noise of the weapons as blood soaked the ground. After several moments of silence, the men parted, allowing their leader to step through.
Embassy? Really? Gods. This is not a word that fits my writing style in the slightest. So much so I don’t even know what to do with it. But, even so I am at least writing and that helps, even if only the slightest bit, to get the words flowing from my fingertips.
“Hey there!”
“Hey.”
“Soo, still not feeling well?”
“Oh, babe, I’m perfectly well. Just because I happen to dislike all of you, that doesn’t mean I’m not well. You just suck and I want to have as little contact with you as possible.” I said while taking another puff out of my cancer stick. “I just wanna go home and be done with all this” I breathed out.
“Yeah, whatever. Teach told us to meet her at 5 in front of the embassy, so we ought to get going. Come on.” Tsk, how annoying.
“Don’t sweat it, they can’t leave without us anyway.”
“Ughh, why did I have to be paired up with you? You make me look bad.”
“Honey, trust me, it’s not me, it’s you. You’ve always looked bad. You’re only now realizing it because of the contrast between my gorgeous self and you. And I’m not just talking about looks here.”
“Why, of course, how could you ever limit your magnificent self to only insulting one aspect of someone’s existence?!” At that, i couldn’t help but smirk.
“You’re annoying.” He added, after a minute of silence.
“Hmm, am I? Or am I just too great for you to bear it?”
“You sure like to flatter yourself, because your situation sure proves you’re anything but great.”
“Oh, really? Well, to someone as close minded and limited as you, it sure might.”
“Eh-excuse me?! I’m at the top of the class!”
“That’s got nothing to do with it, stupid.”
“It’s 5.”
“It sure is.”
“I hate you.”
I knew a Russian boy named Petr. He was learning English because his father worked at an American Embassy in Russia. He was very interested in knowing what Americans thought of Russians, and asked me, so I told him common Russian stereotypes. Petr was a good sport and even thought they were funny. Russian stereotypes of Americans are funny too!
when I first got there, the line out of the embassy was so long I didn’t think I’d make it out alive by noon. And the situation didn’t get any better: there were so many people queuing up to get their passport that I wondered why was everyone so keen on leaving the country.
i dont know a thing about embassy. But I would like to see one for real like those in the action movies. They get to ride fancy cars and ruin them just to get to an embassy. Not that I’d need fancy ca
The embassy was open for one day only. An embassy with such hours seemed quite useless to an American used to in’n’out at 3 am and coffee within seconds of conception. But the ease of middle-class life in America apparently did not carry over to Zambia and I walked up the steps to the stained glass door with quiet trepidation.
Dave sat with the three other fathers he had befriended all “left behind” by their families. Mark was a newcomer to the group, and was learning fast. “Your embassy will not be of any help. They’ll claim it’s a domestic issue…” “But what about that Hague treaty!”, Mark asked. Dave was about to answer but one of the others interrupted, just as Dave’s phone buzzed. “That only applies if they leave the country they live in, and that’s the case for none of us!” He looked at Dave for confirmation, but Dave was staring at his phone. The notification from Twitter made his blood run cold.
some months ago, i was applying for a job in the Austrian embassy in India. Even though I never wanted to go to India again, I somehow knew that this was the job of my dreams. I didn’t get it.
The embassy is the tallest building in the capital. I don’t know if I will ever not be intimidated by it. The marble pillars, the high ceilings, the stone fountain out in front.
Why, oh why,
Did you take what was mine?
Left without a heart,
Not a soul in sight.
Why, oh why,
Did you take what was mine?
Now I must go,
To the land of pain
An embassy is a group of government officials, headed by an ambassador, who represent their governmetn in a foreign country. the building in whinch they work is also called an embassy.
They kept us in the embassy and wouldn’t let us go home. We sat together in the cell, holding hands, doing our best to pray. But my thoughts were clouded, and I couldn’t get any words across to any sort of deity. I just wanted to go home.
treat me like an embassy. make me feel like royalty. make me the fucking princess that i deserve to be. leave the bruised and broken and unworthy at the door, baby make me everything you’ve been waiting for. i want you to beg and plead and give me everything i need. make me your queen baby, make everyone else bleed.
There’s a book called ALL FALL DOWN by Ally Carter that’s about embassies in an imaginary country. It’s quite interesting and I think it’s one of her best books to date. The series is called Embassy Row. Check it out. It releases January 27th 2015.
Sun sets, I lie in wait outside it. Expelled from my homeland and expelled from this one. I have one final message, nitro glycerine around my waist as I walk into the embassy.
a crowded table in the middle of a foggy room. the wrinkled look on behind their steepled hands. let their counterparts speak. speak in turn. take turns until the tables turn and there’s no more discussion to be had because there’s been a dysfunction, a riot and we need to evacuate, save it, this place that should be a safe haven, it isn’t solitary it’s connected to the world and we need to treat it like it is. we can’t look on behind our steepled hands. let everyone in.
The men flanked her on either side of their hallway, their dark suits parting to let her pass like waters of a stormy sea. They had faces like statues of dead explorers.
At last she came to the door she was looking for: Dr. E Nassiri, Iran. Clutching her notebook to her chest, she raised her hand to knock.
She stood before the embassy, cool and collected. She had never been more sure of anything in her life. As she spoke, she knew she was in control, and she could see his confidence crumbling with every word she said. At the end, she smiled wide in thanks, knowing the world was now hers.
Safety? Security? Perhaps. It’s a lovely dream, at least, that there was a pace Zach could run away to where all of this would be behind him. A haven of calm and peace, where he could pretend that none of this had happened.
That one scene in the movie version of “The Saint” when Elisabeth Shue is running to the embassy gates…I wonder if it would really happen like that? Would you really be allowed in through locked gates by shouting that one is a citizen of that country? Perhaps in a pre-9/11 world?
When I think about the embassy, I think of a place where international business transactions are exchanged. The embassy is a place where people people are a safehaven where American Representative and government official conduct business
The group was so regal, so intimidating looking that Seth couldn’t believe he was one of them.
“We are the Embassy of the five continents” Micah announced, sat at the round table in her long robe, and Seth nearly fainted. No one ever saw the five leaders together at their table, not unless it was some sort of mistake or you were about to be arrested for trespassing. But Seth was there- looking at them all with childlike wonder in his eyes because he was some sort of equal to them now; he’d done something so good that they wanted him on their side.
“Mija, I’ll be home soon, I promise” Mother put her hand on my ahoulder and drew me in for a hug.
“I’ll miss you though… You’re always gone. When will I see you next?” She always did this, just randomly leave, and stay gone for weeks.
“Don’t worry, I’ll see you for your birthday. I promise.” She gave me a sad little smile like she really couldn’t help it, but i don’t know maybe she can, maybe she can’t. “I need to go to the U.S. just for a little while. I have an important meeting for a few days and then I’ll be home before you know it.
That’s what she says every time. Sometimes I’m afraid she won’t even come back.
it was a little complacent in there
and i wasn’t sure this was the place to be
but the eagle on the seal seemed reassuring
with it paternal wingspan and
glimmering talons.
i felt i could trust its steady gaze
and was soothed like a rabbit.
“Through the gilded glass doors on the left hand side of the hall. “instructed the embassy security guard in an overly loud voice, intended to give the impression that he was far higher up in the ranks of the armed forces that he had never been in. Mika uttered a begrudging ‘thanks’, and strode angrily down the gleaming marble hall and crashed through the embassy doors, literally, having not realized that the glass doors were locked.
The doors burst open. A group of men in masks with guns ran through, firing indiscriminately at both employees and visitors. Shouts and screams competed with the noise of the weapons as blood soaked the ground. After several moments of silence, the men parted, allowing their leader to step through.
Embassy? Really? Gods. This is not a word that fits my writing style in the slightest. So much so I don’t even know what to do with it. But, even so I am at least writing and that helps, even if only the slightest bit, to get the words flowing from my fingertips.
We threw open the doors to the embassy, and exactly eighty-three heads turned to look at us.
Only one word escaped my lips: “Dragon.”
“Hey there!”
“Hey.”
“Soo, still not feeling well?”
“Oh, babe, I’m perfectly well. Just because I happen to dislike all of you, that doesn’t mean I’m not well. You just suck and I want to have as little contact with you as possible.” I said while taking another puff out of my cancer stick. “I just wanna go home and be done with all this” I breathed out.
“Yeah, whatever. Teach told us to meet her at 5 in front of the embassy, so we ought to get going. Come on.” Tsk, how annoying.
“Don’t sweat it, they can’t leave without us anyway.”
“Ughh, why did I have to be paired up with you? You make me look bad.”
“Honey, trust me, it’s not me, it’s you. You’ve always looked bad. You’re only now realizing it because of the contrast between my gorgeous self and you. And I’m not just talking about looks here.”
“Why, of course, how could you ever limit your magnificent self to only insulting one aspect of someone’s existence?!” At that, i couldn’t help but smirk.
“You’re annoying.” He added, after a minute of silence.
“Hmm, am I? Or am I just too great for you to bear it?”
“You sure like to flatter yourself, because your situation sure proves you’re anything but great.”
“Oh, really? Well, to someone as close minded and limited as you, it sure might.”
“Eh-excuse me?! I’m at the top of the class!”
“That’s got nothing to do with it, stupid.”
“It’s 5.”
“It sure is.”
“I hate you.”
a place where government officials work
I knew a Russian boy named Petr. He was learning English because his father worked at an American Embassy in Russia. He was very interested in knowing what Americans thought of Russians, and asked me, so I told him common Russian stereotypes. Petr was a good sport and even thought they were funny. Russian stereotypes of Americans are funny too!
My dress was hitting my legs as I sped down the hall. It was too large and impractical for this type of activity.
when I first got there, the line out of the embassy was so long I didn’t think I’d make it out alive by noon. And the situation didn’t get any better: there were so many people queuing up to get their passport that I wondered why was everyone so keen on leaving the country.
i dont know a thing about embassy. But I would like to see one for real like those in the action movies. They get to ride fancy cars and ruin them just to get to an embassy. Not that I’d need fancy ca
The embassy was open for one day only. An embassy with such hours seemed quite useless to an American used to in’n’out at 3 am and coffee within seconds of conception. But the ease of middle-class life in America apparently did not carry over to Zambia and I walked up the steps to the stained glass door with quiet trepidation.
The car came to a screeching halt in front of the embassy. “About time”, mumbled Duncan Portnoy.
Dave sat with the three other fathers he had befriended all “left behind” by their families. Mark was a newcomer to the group, and was learning fast. “Your embassy will not be of any help. They’ll claim it’s a domestic issue…” “But what about that Hague treaty!”, Mark asked. Dave was about to answer but one of the others interrupted, just as Dave’s phone buzzed. “That only applies if they leave the country they live in, and that’s the case for none of us!” He looked at Dave for confirmation, but Dave was staring at his phone. The notification from Twitter made his blood run cold.
some months ago, i was applying for a job in the Austrian embassy in India. Even though I never wanted to go to India again, I somehow knew that this was the job of my dreams. I didn’t get it.
The embassy is the tallest building in the capital. I don’t know if I will ever not be intimidated by it. The marble pillars, the high ceilings, the stone fountain out in front.
Why, oh why,
Did you take what was mine?
Left without a heart,
Not a soul in sight.
Why, oh why,
Did you take what was mine?
Now I must go,
To the land of pain
An embassy is a group of government officials, headed by an ambassador, who represent their governmetn in a foreign country. the building in whinch they work is also called an embassy.
They kept us in the embassy and wouldn’t let us go home. We sat together in the cell, holding hands, doing our best to pray. But my thoughts were clouded, and I couldn’t get any words across to any sort of deity. I just wanted to go home.
Finally, after a week, we were allowed to leave.
treat me like an embassy. make me feel like royalty. make me the fucking princess that i deserve to be. leave the bruised and broken and unworthy at the door, baby make me everything you’ve been waiting for. i want you to beg and plead and give me everything i need. make me your queen baby, make everyone else bleed.
building united states in other countries safe house legal different representatives freedom safety.
Neutral ideal corrupted by fear and more so greed. One country seeking to bone another country for economic reasons.
A total neutral ideal corrupted by fear and greed that is blind to those that read. seeking to find an agreement that will benefit the stronger party.
There’s a book called ALL FALL DOWN by Ally Carter that’s about embassies in an imaginary country. It’s quite interesting and I think it’s one of her best books to date. The series is called Embassy Row. Check it out. It releases January 27th 2015.
Sun sets, I lie in wait outside it. Expelled from my homeland and expelled from this one. I have one final message, nitro glycerine around my waist as I walk into the embassy.
a crowded table in the middle of a foggy room. the wrinkled look on behind their steepled hands. let their counterparts speak. speak in turn. take turns until the tables turn and there’s no more discussion to be had because there’s been a dysfunction, a riot and we need to evacuate, save it, this place that should be a safe haven, it isn’t solitary it’s connected to the world and we need to treat it like it is. we can’t look on behind our steepled hands. let everyone in.
The men flanked her on either side of their hallway, their dark suits parting to let her pass like waters of a stormy sea. They had faces like statues of dead explorers.
At last she came to the door she was looking for: Dr. E Nassiri, Iran. Clutching her notebook to her chest, she raised her hand to knock.
Before she could touch it, the door flew open.
She stood before the embassy, cool and collected. She had never been more sure of anything in her life. As she spoke, she knew she was in control, and she could see his confidence crumbling with every word she said. At the end, she smiled wide in thanks, knowing the world was now hers.
Safety? Security? Perhaps. It’s a lovely dream, at least, that there was a pace Zach could run away to where all of this would be behind him. A haven of calm and peace, where he could pretend that none of this had happened.
That one scene in the movie version of “The Saint” when Elisabeth Shue is running to the embassy gates…I wonder if it would really happen like that? Would you really be allowed in through locked gates by shouting that one is a citizen of that country? Perhaps in a pre-9/11 world?
When I think about the embassy, I think of a place where international business transactions are exchanged. The embassy is a place where people people are a safehaven where American Representative and government official conduct business
The group was so regal, so intimidating looking that Seth couldn’t believe he was one of them.
“We are the Embassy of the five continents” Micah announced, sat at the round table in her long robe, and Seth nearly fainted. No one ever saw the five leaders together at their table, not unless it was some sort of mistake or you were about to be arrested for trespassing. But Seth was there- looking at them all with childlike wonder in his eyes because he was some sort of equal to them now; he’d done something so good that they wanted him on their side.
“Mija, I’ll be home soon, I promise” Mother put her hand on my ahoulder and drew me in for a hug.
“I’ll miss you though… You’re always gone. When will I see you next?” She always did this, just randomly leave, and stay gone for weeks.
“Don’t worry, I’ll see you for your birthday. I promise.” She gave me a sad little smile like she really couldn’t help it, but i don’t know maybe she can, maybe she can’t. “I need to go to the U.S. just for a little while. I have an important meeting for a few days and then I’ll be home before you know it.
That’s what she says every time. Sometimes I’m afraid she won’t even come back.
it was a little complacent in there
and i wasn’t sure this was the place to be
but the eagle on the seal seemed reassuring
with it paternal wingspan and
glimmering talons.
i felt i could trust its steady gaze
and was soothed like a rabbit.