“Do you know how to attach a trailer to the jeep?” It was a friday night and I had just came home from school to take a nap. “Sophie does I think,” I said, slowly, confused. My mom nodded, “Your father wrecked his bike, we need to pick him up.” I was alone, my mom now asking Sophie the same question. The whole house was strangely quiet, and the only sound that was missing was the constant sound of my dad’s television. I rushed down the stairs behind my mom with Sophie following closely behind me. I hopped into the front seat before Sophie, the trivial fact of ‘shotgun’ forgotten. The ride there was quiet, except for my sniffling. I have always been a baby, and I have cried for the simplest things. But when we got there, my eyes were dry and so was my mouth. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t breathe. My dad was sitting on the side of the road, his motorcycle laying chipped apart ahead of him. The huge red motorcycle that was shiny and impeccable, now lay dented and chipped on its side. My mom put the car in park and hopped out. My Dad didn’t want all the drama associated with the rescue squad coming, and he was at least 2 minutes away from the hospital. So he didn’t want to call anyone. My mom moved closer only to be interrupted by a shrill noise. My dad turned his head slowly. We saw a Kilmarnock Police car and backed up to let the car continue forward. The Police Woman stepped out of the car and greeted Dad joyously. “Eddie!” She paused, “Got into a little bit of
Jackie and I were now halfway to where Mike’s car wreck took place, on Highway 46. The accident must have been pretty bad because it was reported on the news, a rare case, I thought to myself. I prayed Mike was going to be ok. The drive felt like it was taking hours to get to the scene . I could feel the tension in the car growing. The fact that one of our closest friends could be gravely injured was a slug shot from a shotgun into our chests. Jackie was still distressed as she drove; tears dripped from her eyes like droplets from a cool water bottle on a hot day.
Coming off the bus from my first full week of middle school, I vividly remember the abnormal absence of cars in the driveway. Using the spare key under the “welcome” mat, I opened the door only to find an empty house with the lights still on, TV running, and cold leftovers. As an eleven year-old coming home to an unusually vacant house, panic flooded my body. Immediately, I sprinted to the home phone and frantically dialed my mother. The dissonance rings that followed as I hit the call button seemed to last a lifetime; my breath drew still as those consistent buzzes stopped and my mother's comforting voice answered “hello”. The pounding in my chest ceased, yet worry still overpowered my conscience. She explained that she and my father had to abruptly leave to
They returned to their car and drove off. Another set of headlights appeared in the North. The car slowed down and Uncle Joe came running towards the wrecked vehicle. Hope and I tried to open our doors, but the smashed doors could not open. Haley and Grace got out of the vehicle on the left side and Hope and I struggled to crawl from the right side to get out due to the mess within the vehicle created throughout the crash. Joe hugged us, showing his happiness regarding our survival. We stomped through the deep snow in the direction of his small white car, leaving the dented blue Ford expedition and most of our belongings behind. Joe and Grace discussed the accident: what activities to participate in about the damaged vehicle, whether or not to take Hope to the hospital, and when to notify family members and others important
I saw the tears creep from Mom's face, as she continued to argue with the police outside of this empty, and scary room. Her muffled cries and screams could barely be heard from the two windows that canceled any noises outside. The chair underneath me was uncomfortable, and the table in front of me was cold. I've done something bad, I thought to myself. The door in front of me slowly crept open and a fairly large man with a golden badge stepped in to the room bringing a metal foldable chair with him. He opened the chair and sat directly across from me.
A man who was dressed like my dad did for work, came up to the window and asked us if we were okay.’’ Yes, we are okay. “ my dad said. My mom looked back at me and Jacob then she looked in the floor between us. Mom cried when she seen her big beautiful glass angel in the floor. After that they were pulling my brother out of the car then me I was scared. I don't remember the doctor checking me out but I was fine just shocked. I assumed that the lady that hit us was okay, I think I seen her put into the ambulance truck.
“Mom? dad? anyone home?” I walked into the kitchen and laid my bags on the table. “May ?” I hear my mom’s calm voice echo through the empty house. My palms started to slide off the table where I had placed my hands to lean on. I tried to build up the courage to go find my mom, but I didn’t have to I heard the loud echoes from her heels get louder and louder as she got closer to me. Before I saw her face I asked “could I go to the movies with Tom, Jenny, and friends?”
I hopped along the cracked path towards the house. When reaching the front lawn my feet struggled to wade through a jungle of plants. But soon enough they were free and the front door greeted me with peeling paint fingers, I twisted the handle but it wouldn’t budge. My knuckles pounded on the door “Gus!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Tapping my foot while waiting for a response. Then heavy footsteps approached the door and the handle twisted, opening the door to reveal my dad towering above me. His eyes were distant and his face was pale and drooping. He wore the same tattered black shirt he always wore. “Hello Lars” he said in a deep raspy voice. “Hi dad” my voice squeaked in comparison. I quickly scurried past him towards the kitchen
It was saturday night, 1963 in England. Dakota Korte was looking for a place to stay that was cheap but also nice. He was in England for his aunt Martha who had gotten stomach cancer, but he had spent so much money on his trip here that he barely had enough to stay at any other places. While he was walking looking for some other options to stay a big sign in a window caught his eye, it said in big bold letters “BED AND BREAKFAST”. Before he got to the door to knock on it, the landlady had already come outside. He thought it was kind of odd she knew he was about to come in but he hadn’t even turned to walk up her steps. This was the only option he had and it was getting late so he took up her offer of a cheap price and let the women greet him inside.
“You’d never believe me if I told you that I cared, but it's true and I can prove it.” Johnny promised. He looked down at the sad face of his younger brother, Oliver. He had tears running down his rosy cheeks and sniffed. He didn’t reply back.
Jake was at his house staying up late for the new year special`. He heard someone knock at the door so he gets up and thinks, “who can it be at this hour?” When he opens up the door no one is there so he goes back inside. Then after a few minutes it happens again *knock* *knock*
Selison opens his eyes and sees a vast expanse of trees surrounding him. They reach beyond his sight and despite no trace of sunlight, the forest is exceptionally well lit. It is silent, though. There are no calls or screeches from any animals. The trees don’t sway and no insects crawl on the dirt beneath his feet. All around him is a silent, endless forest. With a deep breath, Selison reaches back for Deomacht. He gasps softly when it isn’t on his back.
The sun beamed down onto the backs of the workers, the heat of the dirt enough to scorch the bare soles of their feet. For some, it was the only thing keeping them from collapsing. They focused on the heat of their skin, the beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads on by one, and the radiant feeling of the sun itself to get through the day, but that doesn’t erase the fact that it was miserable. Every body on the field moved in unison, men and children alike. Their bodies dragged towards the dirt as if they hoped it would envelop them.
Trappe woke with a start before sunrise, focusing his eyes on the shapes of the distant hills as they emerged from the darkness. He felt a chill from the open rear window of the station wagon and turned to Curtis, still asleep beside him. “Curtis, wake up,” he whispered, followed by a “shushing” sound as he put his index finger to his lips. Curtis’ eyes fluttered open.
Mrs. Johnson had a full heart as she made her way down the streets of New York. She took the time to capture the beauty that hid within the streets with her camera. As she was making her was down one unusually empty street she noticed a boy, about the age of 12, sitting alone outside a store front. The boy was wearing a sad expression on his face and Mrs. Johnson knew what to do. She went up to the boy and gave him 6 of the brightest, happiest pictures that she had taken that day as well as 6 suckers. The boys smile grew wider and wider as the gifts were presented and exclaimed “Why thank you ma’am. I can’t wait to eat these suckers!” With that the young boy quickly ate two of the suckers. “Don’t you want to save those for another time?’ asked Mrs. Johnson. “Oh ma’am, I am very sorry but these are the first thing I have eaten in a long time so I just couldn’t help myself.” exclaimed the boy. Mrs. Johnson was heartbroken at this news and knew that she would have to provide this boy with much more than a few photographs and suckers. “Excuse me ma’am, but where did you buy these photographs?” asked the boy. “I took them myself silly, and please, call me Mrs. Johnson. When I am called ma’am I feel much older than I am.” stated Mrs. Johnson. “Really?” cried the boy. “I love photography, my ma and pa could never afford a camera so I spend my afternoons outside this shop looking at all of the amazing photos taken by photographers.” Mrs. Johnson brought her gaze up from the smiling
“ Hey Dad”, Karsyn yelled from her room that was two up from her dad. Her dad rushed to her room thinking something was wrong, because well karsyn never used the right tone. “What’s wrong”, her dad said, still being half asleep. “ Nothing, I know it’s late, but...um… can we talk?” said karsyn after assuring her dad that she was really fine and trying not to awake maddi and aliyah laying in the other bed. “Um, yes dear, but let’s go to my room so we don’t disturb your sisters, we all know that they need their sleep”, her dad whispered trying not to