Ad Sanguinem
Oliver screamed as the searing pain spread from his neck. His blood vessels were on fire. As he exhausted himself fighting against the anguish he tried to push against the face buried in the fire of his neck. That pretty face. Her beautiful raven hair and porcelain white skin, now stained with red smears. She had been his friend at school for the last year and they had got quite close. Now she was gnawing on his sinewy neck like it was a melting ice cream. Blood was splashing all around him as he felt a cold surge come as the fire subsided. His body felt heavy and his mind clouded over as he slipped into what he thought was deaths very welcome embrace.
He was wrong.
‘Bright lights,’ that was all he could think about when he began to wake. ‘What’s with these Bright lights?’ He asked himself as lucidity returned to his numbed mind. As he began thinking this a shadow was cast over him, the face was blurred but he knew who it was. His little sister, Arya, had a displeased look on her face as she began shaking him. Her skin was pale, and her blonde hair was in two bunches that hung down as she leant over him.
“Wake up!” she scowled. Oliver yawned as he sat up fast, faster than he should of. Arya leapt backwards to avoid him. He threw the covers off himself and smoothed out his pyjamas as he got up.
“Oi, you big oaf,” she spat, “you nearly head-butted me.”
“Sorry,” Oliver said as he giggled to himself.
“You know that you’ll never get me,” she shook her head in pride,
Previously, before the excerpt a drunk man got shot by Sherburn, thus resulting in a lynch mob going after Sherburn and marching to his house. Subsequently, the mob create chaos and knocks down the fence to confront Sherburn however, they rapidly retreat and keep a safe distance from his house, being Sherburn appears with a rifle on his hand standing on the porch. Lastly, leading to the excerpt Sherburn delivers a speech regarding the mob mentality of the people and attacking their cowardice by doing a lynch in a mob.
It was almost as if the world had become brighter, more alive. She saw the moon glowing through the window behind the armchair, and felt as if she had been jolted awake from a deep sleep. An electric shock- painful, stinging- spread throughout her body, and made the image of Reesa screaming in front of her very vibrant. But Marya could not hear her screams, nor her pleas of mercy from the large, muscular dark figure that held her back from reaching Marya’s hand, from taking comfort in her one and only friend’s reassuring touch. She saw Reesa’s father step out from behind the muscular man, baring a wicked grin, and whispering vengeance into her ear, but she did not hear
White light, bright as heaven, swaddled her body as the Ancestors scraped into her skin. It spread fiercely up her arm, eating at her. She fought against the bindings with tears running down her face, but the light was burning and crumpling her skin, sloughing it away, and revealing layers of flesh and muscle
It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted raising her arms to shield her eyes from the harsh light, she discovered that they had been bound together, and rather tightly at that. 'Great,' she thought to herself.
Integrated physician model is a chain of partnerships between hospitals and physicians that have developed over time (Harrison, J. P. (2016). These partnerships are connected through common goals to provide coordinated care to a patient throughout the whole continuum of care. One of the goals is to make care safer and better coordinate of patient transitions from hospitals to other settings (cms.gov) All physicians come together are integrated into the joint venture, from home care to hospitals to long-term nursing homes, clinic, outpatient surgery etc. Integrated physician model is a partnership amongst physicians.
The morning mist began to settle, forming dewy drops on the wooden panes. The poor girl, who lay fast asleep on the bed was the prettiest thing, her skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as smooth as a fox’s pelt. She was the most exquisite creature the dwarves had ever seen. Gradually she began to stir and slowly rise from sleep.
She blinked as she adapted to the dim light, the last traces of some dream or nightmare lingering only for a minute on her confused mind, as the rest of her terrible reality came into focus like a distorted sunset dancing off rippling ocean waves.
Are some people naturally born “bad” in society’s eyes? No, it is not possible to be born bad scientifically. How kids are after they grow up is because of how the parents have taught their children. The violence of kids is portrayed in many different ways such as physical, mental, emotional, and sexual. I personally believe that kids are not born naturally bad.
beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.
through the peephole. He first notices a shiny star badge on a bulky mid 40s man and a big cowboy hat looking down at his shoes.Tanner slowly opens the door see two dark hazel eyes of remorse. He says “ Can I help you officer”
Capri was in a deep sleep when the phone in the room rang. He reached over and picked up the receiver.
Flashback:.Michelle sat down on a bench, next to a woman. She was very skinny with pale skin and her face was covered with the shadow of the cape on her head .The woman pointed her large, skinny fingers towards Michelle .She muttered some words under her breath.Without a warning, the woman disappeared and left no trace of her existence there.Michelle had knots in her stomach and felt like her head was spinning. She could not understand what happened and why the woman was pointing at her.
He still looks the same from a year ago. His skin was still just as pale. His crooked eyebrows were still just as crooked as before and his horribly cut hair was just as bad.
The girl, laying in her warm bed, was staring. She was staring up at the ceiling, this happened every night, a bed was supposed to give comfort yet it makes her anxious. She had only moved to her new house in a secluded part of her neighborhood, and only a week in strange things started to occur. Something was here and it wasn’t playing games, she knew it wasn’t after the first incident with *it.* The girl had finally moved everything into her house, exhausted from the work and doing it alone. She had gone upstairs to her bedroom yet the door wouldn’t open. It was a narrow hallway, and it seemed that every door in the hallway had locked themselves. Of course, it wouldn’t have freaked her out as much if it weren’t for the door that closes off the hallway from the stairs had also locked as well. She had been trapped, she couldn’t do anything but wait to see if someone would come over but they never came.
What if everything changes? What if he disowns me? The thoughts poured over me as I laid in my bed. I pushed my blankets off me. The air conditioning kicked on as I laid there, my body still as a board. The cool air from the vent brushed against me, sending a feeling of ease rush through my body. My mind was still numb at what I just did. I’ve been postponing this moment for years, yet I finally found the courage follow through with it.