Creative Writing: Doctor Pax

It was the year 1996 in the month of June, I will never forget that month and year because it

I know what everyone thinks when someone says ‘mental hospital’. You immediately think rocking back and forth in a white, padded room. Talking to yourself, twitching.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

It was late. The moon had risen high and the starry sky brightening up the dark night. Various hex-tech lamps lit up the mostly clear streets of Piltover, and the buildings had their lights off. All, but one.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

Sickness is spreading fast in Pennsylvania.I do not want my mother or daughter to catch it. My husband died of yellow fever 2 years ago.My daughter will be staying with sister in Baltimore Maryland.While I was there I met a nice young lady named Asiah and we agreed to travel to Oregon with me and my mother.I am bringing $700,a sewing kit,and a cooking kit with me.My mother has agreed to drive the wagon.

The party just had to be as grand as possible. How could it not be? The quarter was practically bursting with business, and the family couldn’t be more content. Who wouldn’t love living in the 1920’s New orleans during the time of flapper girls, brothels, jazz clubs and bars. The people who run it love it, but the people who let’s say owe them don’t. However, like any family, there’s always a fight or some type of rift to seperate loyalties and cause drama. Unfortunately, in this family, drama can only lead to death.

Alpha Zero, or Zero as he simply called himself was filled with hatred, the experiments done on him and his kind filled him with rage. These scientists had no right to destroy his kind. Alpha Two, a female of his kind, had just succumbed to death after another round of torture was used to determine how much she could withstand. She had been born of the same batch of experiments as he was, basically in canine standards she was his litter mate.

Picking up the telephone, Margaret started to call Andrew to tell him about Officer Anderson. Glancing out the bay window, she saw a man walking down the sidewalk with two large dogs. Suddenly, one of them pulled on the chain, running toward the gate, barking and trying to get into the yard. Margaret rushed out to the front porch to see what was going on with the dogs. Noticing the neighbor’s cat sitting in the flower bed, she yelled for it to go home, but it didn’t move. The man yelled for the dog to come back.

The man began to shamble towards the security team. His gaping maw snapping seemingly uncontrollably like that of a turtle, and he seemed as if unconscious of doing it. On the man’s fourth step he took towards Sergeant Barnes and his men, he slipped on a piece of Lt. Anders intestine that lay tangled across the laboratory floor. He went down hitting the ground hard.

I agree with you Jessi as soon as I walk into a doctors office I always noticed if the person in the front desk acknowledges me or not. We definitely need to be professional like you said in the way we dress and speak to the patient or anyone that walks into the office. The reception area needs to look clean magazines in the right spot, no trash on the floor and chairs arranged neatly. I think that if we smile we ease any nervousness or discomfort a patient may have coming in to the office.

Meet Doc! This little cutie sweetly lopes around while making little snuffly sounds. He LOVES playing with his tugging toys especially if it’s with his sister. If one of them has a stick or toy, the other will grab the other end and they will pull each other around. Doc is overjoyed when he gets to play or snuggle with kids and is all-around-adorable.