He’s really dead, isn’t he? I thought to myself. I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes, and my sight started becoming very blurry. I slowly walked downstairs to tell my mom, and I could tell that she was also sad about it. Though, it seemed as if both her and my dad had already thought something like this might happen, even if they didn’t say anything about it.
It was the weekend before christmas, there wasn't snow but it was cold. We were leaving Home Depot. My boyfriend was driving his grey minivan. I was in the passenger seat next to him with his two friends in the back and a few of his other friends following us in Ethans van. The light turned green and we went down that road like every other time, but that time was different. We hit a patch of black ice. Boom. We hit the curb and s. I turned to look if everyone was okay as a flash of lights came from behind. It was kenneth's friends in the other car, they were coming up fast.
We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.
There has never been an end to my misfortune; from the early moments in my childhood to this very day. Looking back to when I was growing up, Mattie had always been there to back me up and to save my ass when I really was in trouble, but the day the wall came down was the end of him doing all the work for me. It was my turn to take a stand. It was my turn to make a difference. And it was my turn to kill them all.
I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to
I was in a room. It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.
“Mine. Just mine. You hear?” His haunting words corrupt her golden, sweet morning, barking in her mind as if taunting her to what she is to him. A mere belonging, his pet, his toy. In the dreadful year of 1936, women are minor belongings to own. To command by brooding, dark eyes and intimidating tall figures of men. However in that moment, Adriana’s focus is stolen by the woman through the window of a well known supermarket in Collinsville, Alabama. She keeps her dilated eyes steady on the mysterious woman, as she gazes into her piercing green eyes, that softly dissolve into a pale blue as they stray from the centre. Her chestnut brown hair that is done up in a tight bun, hinting blonde as the blinding sun shines down to transform the staggering
10 days later, the doctors tell me my recovery has finished, my mother and I walk out the hospital. I ask my mother “What are we going to do?” She answers “Let us find a place to sleep.” But her eyes look so sad and miserable.
My brother, my mom, his friend, and I was going to a Vacation for the weekend, driving to San Diego. We've admire and took picture of the sun setting the ocean with the rippling flow and could hear the noise of the ocean fresh breezes, when we got the hotel
Inside was very dark. There were about 70 people already inside. After my father got in, the door slammed shut. Darkness overcame all of us. All openings were sealed off, and we were only able to breathe from the tiny holes on the side of the cars. We were unable to sit, or there would not be enough room for everyone. So I stood with my father beside me. There was no food or water, but I wasn’t hungry or thirsty. Though, many people did have hunger and thirst. The only thing given to us was a bucket for human waste. There was a loud whistle, we started to move, and we never saw our home again.
Despite the extraordinary beauty, my Rose Berry scented lotion from Victoria Secret seemed to be attracting every blood sucking mosquito. Those hairy, filthy vampires. Although the lotion did smell wonderful earlier that morning. I rushed up the hill swinging at the mosquitoes like i’m playing baseball. Soon after, I realized this was War!
Whether it is the delicate crease of a fallen leaf, or the subtle bend of a flowing stream. Whether it is the drumming of moist dacrocytes against tiled roofs, while a strip of startling colours begins to half-moon. Or the swaying of icy flakes lazily covering the plains in white, causing the arctic air to crawl up your spine. Whether it is the delicate kiss of the sunlight lingering through the hustle and bustle of the dancing canopies, or the vibrant hues of pansies bathing in the tepid breeze. Whether it is the horizon draining out its citrus hues, turning the skies into inky blackness or the moonlight bathing the city in its silvery radiance. It is us spirits that truly guide nature to its purpose.
Darkness. Nothing surrounded Pyrrha Nikos as she slowly regained consciousness. Her mind was a blur and she had no idea where she was. As she stood up, she took in her blank surroundings. Pyrrha had no idea where she was or what was going on.
I called out to my family, they heard me, they tried to follow the bloodcurdling screams once they reached the room they opened the door with a push they searched and searched for me, they opened the closet. I was dripping blood, my head was chopped off, the left arm was behind my back, the right arm was at the far end of the room while my whole body was cut off into little pieces. My whole family started to cry and scream,they cried and screamed until they were out of breath.
I woke up we were at the gas station to fill up again. As we started on the road, we made several stops to use the restroom, fill up on gas, and grab food and snacks for later. My father and brother switch places to drive. I wanted to drive, but my father would not let me. I was sad and disappointed. It was already dark and my father drove for several hours. My oldest brother and I offered to drive for a while because we knew he was getting tired again. My father refused, we all went back to sleep, two hours have passed and it was very dark on the road.