Creative Writing: Macy's Mall Of Chicago

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

All I could see was red. I had an enormous headache. My eyes felt as if they had weights on them. It almost felt as if someone else was taking over me. I could only stand there—in immense pain— watching, as my limbs moved on their own will.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

I jolt awake. “Must have been a bad dream” I thought to myself. I looked around and was shocked at my surroundings. A destroyed hospital room. The paint on the walls is peeling and it smells like old sheets and medicine. The beds are covered in rust and pieces of the ceiling have fallen on the floor. The room is dark, but the sun is shining through the barricaded windows. I rip the needles out of my arms and struggle to stand up. I put on my clothes that were still neatly folded under the bed. I walk out of the room. There were blood stains on the wall and random hospital supplies thrown on the floor. My heart starts to race. I try to think of what could have happened. While I was thinking I was snapped out of my thoughts by a banging behind me. I turn around to see a door, bolted shut. I decide not to open it. I begin to walk

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

As I walked into the Flint Hills Mall through the front side entrance, I could see an abundance of people in the empty space by the Kansas Drivers License Office. There were rows of shiny, smooth, wooden benches, which families and guests were sitting on. You could see them talking and laughing to each other, and giving pep talks to their kids. I could see the white table the judges were sitting at as they prepared to evaluate each student. I could see the judge's water bottle at each of their seats and bowls of candy inbetween each of them. I could see students sitting and standing on the sides preparing and talking. Students were either wearing white, red, or blue uniforms with a colored belt around their waist depending on what level they

The creation of the new nation, the United States, was triggered by new conflicts among the British government, the North American colonists, and American Indians because of Britain's victory over France in the French and Indian War. Although Britain’s victory in the French and Indian War, Britain was broke so they enforced the Sugar Act on the colonist. The Sugar Act enforced duties on foreign refined sugar imported by the colonies. Colonist saw this act as a conflict and started smuggling. So then the Stamp Act was passed to help pay for British troops stationed in the colonies during the Seven Years’ War. The stamp act imposed a stamp duty on newspapers and legal and commercial documents. In response to this act, the colonist protested by

Someone just dunked me in the water! Holding my breath, I tried to open my eyes, but I still couldn’t move. I kept on getting dunked, and I felt something being poured on me. It smells like Palm Wine! That’s only used when...oh no. They’re going to mummify me! My heart started beating frantically, as I tried to think of a way to intervene. I felt my body being picked up again. They began walking. After a few minutes I heard a door shut. I was laid on a had table. Seconds later, I could hear the sharpening of knives. I prayed to the gods that Aaheru or Acheri would at least see me breathing. I felt something sharp slice my side. Instead of wincing in pain, I felt nothing. I had forgotten that my body was numb. Thank you, Renenet! I heard squishing sounds. They’re probably taking out my liver, stomach, lungs, and intestines now. A few minutes later I can hear the sound of splashing. They’re washing my organs. I’m surprised I’m even alive right now. My mind is beginning to go blank. While, the men are washing, they begin to chat casually. I can only listen as I slowly begin to drift into unconsciousness.

Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can you hear me? Sir please, we need to know what happened. We need to know what happened to her. Maybe my motionless state showed my

The heavy clear doors slammed open one by one; big bright lights pierced my eyes above with little images of ceiling tile surrounding me that I could barely make out. People in navy blue uniforms huddled around me appearing to be in a hurry somewhere based on they’re bright red faces and the drops of sweat that were slowly dripping and collecting down they’re flushed faces, that eventually fell and exploded on my cold skin. All the commotion around me came to an abrupt halt. Now I was starring at the ceiling once again that now portrayed a blurring metal reflection of my broken and beaten down body that was bound to keep destructing and destroying. I could vaguely hear footsteps that seemed to be in the distance, but became louder and clearer with each step closer towards me. A sudden mask like object appeared directly over my face slowly easing its way down to grasp onto my pale face. Darkness now was the only thing left in sight and would stay this way for hours.

Am I the only person in the entirety of this wasteland to say that the cold, quiet, dark and abandoned streets go pretty well with November. The glowing red rocket stops and local stores lining Ohio for once felt “not so terrifying”. The streets were really quiet today. Wait, I’m getting distracted. Anyways, I was snooping around this parking lot when I saw the nearby Super Duper Mart. I instantly rushed there with excitement. For once I wasn’t going to eat cram or crisps full of mold and/or radiation!

Macy’s has been around for 100 years, currently operating over 700 stores nationwide, and exploring the idea of expanding globally. A company that has that much experience, assets, and capitals are not likely to be bankrupted. With that being said, the current path and strategy that Macy’s is taking now is slowly killing the company. Their revenue stream has been decreasing to be multiple reasons, controllable and non-controllable. Macy’s should redesign their strategy to reach new markets because their current one is not responding to them as much. As many selections as there are in Macy’s, I think that they should try and carry more at a cheaper rate to encourage the loyal customers for that brand to go to Macy’s. I think the lead time for

Karl Marx and Max Weber, were influential social thinkers of the 19th century, having developed many theories in various areas of sociology. One of the areas both Marx and Weber have thoroughly discussed in their essays is origins and development of modern capitalism. Although both theorists agree on the basic elements of modern capitalism, that is, it is a rational process of accumulation of wealth or capital for reinvestment, yet they differ in their ideas concerning how capitalism emerged as it did. According to Weber, religion, especially Protestantism (Calvinism) played a great role in the development of capitalism. However for Marx, capitalism could be compared to other historical modes of production and was based solely on material conditions.

"I heard a whooshing sound in my ears," he told the doctor. "I felt like you feel when you go over a bump in a car going real fast and you feel your stomach drop out. The next thing I knew, I was in a room, crouched in a corner of the ceiling. I could see my body below me. . . . I could see doctors and nurses working on me. My doctor was there and so was Sandy, one of the nurses. I heard Sandy say ‘I wish we didn't have to do this.' I wondered what they were doing. I saw