Beyond Blood Claws sink into my shoulders, tearing through my skin, my muscle, drawing long lines down my back. I am tense, trying to fight back against the beast that is unseen and everywhere. It pulls at my eyes, blurring my vision, tugging unwanted tears from me, making it near impossible to see the dark green carpet of my room. Blood runs hot through my veins, rage and fear uncontrolled in me. My thoughts are jumbled as I try to win a struggle with my invisible enemy, words running together in my mind. “Abby?” Calm, Skye is a rock in the ocean of my mind, one I cling to with what little I can muster. “What’s happening?” Through my headphones she can’t hear the yelling, the monster that roars around me, deafening me to every noise except her quiet breathing at the other end of the phone. My body shakes, my voice unsteady, “My sister—and …show more content…
“Umm… Kitties? You have kittens, and I found this amazing fanfic where—” Her words run together, her voice a shield around me as I hide from the demons that try to claim me as their own. They want me to dance with them in the darkness, to have blood fall from my mouth, and the starlight be ripped from my eyes. They want me to be one of them, to taunt those who are weak, to prey on them when they can’t stand, can’t use their own claws in defense. They want me to— “I have to say, BTS’s Fire is amazing, and Suga, his voice is to die for.” I grasp at her, then at my bag, trying to find the medication to help me calm. “Skye—where would I keep my meds?” My voice breaks with each word, my hands continuing to search through my purse, looking for the small blue bottles. I don’t care which one I find, not when they’re both homeopathics meant to calm me, not when they both work. I just need one to help steady my hands, my mind. “Oh, bae, I don’t know,” Her endearing term goes right over my head, when usually I would have reacted. Just another testament to how off I
Nazi euphemisms played an important role in the dehumanizing procedure of the Holocaust. From the beginning Hitler spoke of the need to "purify". Propaganda served as a significant device to win over the majority of the German public who had not supported Adolf Hitler. During this semester we have learned that words do not always serve the purpose of honest communications. In fact, words are often used to hide truth and become a means of deceiving and misleading people.
“Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited.
head up.” The Senior Master Sergeant ordered. “Bell you lead the way. Wo you bring up the rear.”
It is typical when Pa goes to town, for the 9 year old boy to take care of his Mam and the small farm. With his morning chores finished, he heads for the river to do some fishing. There is no telling when his Pa will get back, it could be several days. It usually is. There isn’t much to eat and he is determined to do this duty well.
His blood was on my clothes and on my skin. They had my fingerprints imprinted in the stuff. It was all the evidence they needed. It was all the evidence anyone would need. I didn’t kill him, though. Honest.
1) How are stem cells different from normal cells? Why are these differences important for medical research?
Your eyes follow her. She's honestly too much for you. She's so innocent and earnest, you're caught between the urge to corrupt her and the urge to protect her from the evils of the world, including yourself. You force yourself to look away, before your eyes can linger on her tight spats for too long. You look down at your hands, slowly flexing your fingers as you contemplate life and its difficult choices. “Why does she have to be so cute?” you question aloud. Beside you, your uneaten super sea snails
Restless shifting of bed linens. A trickle of sweat sliding down a pain contorted face. Hand fisted white knuckle in the sheets. Breaths coming in shallow quick pants of pain and fear. His head swiveled and tilted to the sounds coming from down the corridor. A slow inhalation of air through the nose to scent it. Damp earth, death, old blood, panicked fear of a female, a slayer. These where the ones that meant something. The others came and went with the dreams but those, they where all ways there. Always underlying the changing backdrop of images that seamed to be interchangeable. Always a corridor and at its end a group of cells. Three to the right and three to the left and the largest one it dead ended in was lit with a dim hazy gold light. Its front ten inches or more of clear plexiglass. Beyond this a bed large enough for two unlike the six cells lining the wall, a toilet, a sink but nothing for privacy. The female slayer was usually in the bed when he reached the plexiglass wall but not always. He opened his eyes to the shadowy blackness of the corridor that even his enhanced sight couldn't penetrate, but he knew from the damp earth smell that if he lifted his hands over his head that he could lay the palms of his hands flat on the ceiling and he would feel the roots of
A group of medical students awaited their guest lecturer at the local morgue. The man was from a foreign country and was the best cardiologist the world had ever seen. The doctor walked into the room at the morgue and a rush of fresh air swept through the room.
Davy, a 13 year old child, adopted son to a same sex couple, was asked to invite his parents to his class, to speak about their professions for career day.
During the middle of the night at the Ernesto familia lab, there was a loud explosion. A teenage girl around the age of thirteen, followed by multiply kids walked out of the smoke. She turned towards the kids and kneeled beside one of them. “Okay, you guys wait here until the police shows up. They should be here in the next few minutes.” She smiled at them before turning and running into the woods. One she was a few feets away, she stopped and took out her phone. “The missions was completed, Boss.” “Excellent job. The money has been transferred into your account. See you in a few days. “Wait, Boss. I quit.” She hanged up the phone before he could say anything and smiled. I’m finally free.
Thump… thump… My heartbeat, her footsteps, intermingled into a harmony of beats. Faster and faster, closer and closer, then a small pause in the beat, destroying the pattern, as I heard an ominous sound, making my ears bleed. A screeching, scraping of shiny metal against metal, a sound that sent all my five senses into shock, shivering with fright. I looked out into the light, gazing for her, but nothing lingered there. Befuddled, I stepped forward, my boots thumped on the solid ground. An icy shudder raced through my shaking body, I turned around. And then I saw her glaring holes, her pale crusted face and blood stained lips. Her hands, with harsh looking sharp nails that curled at the ends, clenched the black handle of a knife, its murderous edge staring mockingly at me as if to convey judgement. A tiny sliver of light pierced the darkness, and I saw the blood-encased metal wink at me before she stepped close, slightly obscuring my vision. She raised her arm, screaming loudly, then she pointed the knife towards me as a chilly wave blasted my body, and then progressed closer and closer, Was This The
The applause of lightning shakes me to the very core, the anticipation of what's to come and more. The pelting liquids, washing our sins away. Blocks of destruction tower over the flat rock where the toxic monsters prowl and roar. My black bag feels heavy against my pale, numb fingers. My damp hair sticks to my itchy neck, red with my groping long nails.
I chase you through this soulless house, engaged in a deadly game of cat and mouse. Just when you think you've gotten away, I show you that we've only just begun our play. You think I've given you room to breathe, but we both know you'll never leave.
My eyes raged with fury like orbs of blistering flames. I briefly shut my eyes and willed the pain away. As I whizzed around the bend, my muscles stretched and pushed harder and Samantha fell behind the pace. The rapid miraculous beat of my shoes hitting the track released my accumulated anger and frustration. My soul was at its summit and finally I felt free.