Creative Writing: Mrs. Cartman

Before the exercise the breathing decreased when I was counting how many breaths I can take in a minute. However whilst breathing, my breathing rate was not normal but it was essential for me to keep the results reliable.

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

I was frightened; I would perspire and tremble when awoken from creepy dreams or from visualizing images in my room. Most nights sleepless, and my daylight hours becoming more challenging to mange, I had become an insomniac and struggling with meaning.

Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year.

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.

In January 1843 my fellow cop William Washington and I were just relaxing after and long and hard day on the job. All the sudden we get a suspicious call from a nearby home in Massachusetts. William and I grabbed our gear and went to investigate. When we arrived at the house, a lady answered the door and said that she heard a screech from her neighbor’s house. When we walked over to the neighbor’s house a young man answered the door and greeted us. When we told the young man that somebody reported a yell he said that it was his own from a nightmare he had. We ask him if we could search the his home and he hesitantly said yes. We searched all the floors of his home and William and I found nothing suspicious. We asked for the young man's name

I don't like the White Elephant gift exchange at all, and this is the fourth year Vicki has had it. If I do bring anything, it might be a box of golf balls. UGH!

It was frightening attempting to take a breath of air but my chest was too constricted and very little went in. It did not help that I began to panic, which alters the breathing. Never the less, my breath became shallower and less restorative.

It was october 28,2015 I was in the middle of history class and guys dressed in full body armor came through the school, and the history teacher Mrs. Patty went into the hall and ask them why are they here. They said that they were there for our protection. Mrs. Patty then said why we need protection for, and armie guy said because there are people out there with some kinda disease and they are eating people. Mrs. Patty was like oh my goodness. The class over heard and they started freaking out, then the history teacher Mrs. Patty came in and told us to quiet down.

We reach the top of the stairs and begin to approach Hunters room. We both slow down the closer we get to his room till we stop right outside his door. Carina looks in to the room and then back up at me. As if we were thinking the same thing I give her a slight and we continue walking to our room with Hunter still caudaled into Carinas chest. After what just happened there was no way that we were going to leave him in a room by himself. We walk into our bedroom and I close the door behind us. I hold the handle for a little longer after I close it, debating on whether or not I should lock it. If that thing wanted in badly enough it could have easily broken through a window, but it didn’t. So it must not want in that bad, right? I finally decide to not lock the door. I walk over to the bed and lay my gun back where I got it. Carina lays Hunter in between where we normally lay and easily crawls in beside him. As she gets situated I check the two windows in our room and make sure that they are locked and secure. I peak from behind the curtains out into the yard below. Nothing’s out of the ordinary. I walk back to the bed and slowly crawl in beside Hunter and Carina. While laying on my left side I place my right arm across Hunter and Carina and pull them in close

On December 1,1955, I was walking to the bus stop to get transported home from the Montgomery Fair Department store.

Where are you? I’m in New York City in our small apartment on West 63rd where I live with my 2 kids and wife, Nellie. And I’m at the kitchen table.

Merrylin Cross. My beloved sister and friend. She was my best friend. She was always so kind to everyone. She always wanted the best for everyone. Growing up on earth, she almost always got a way out of all the bad she was in. Even though she didn't grow up with much, us being poor as we were, she still managed to see everything in a optimistic light. That was her undoing in the end. The cruel irony in this situation is undeniable. I can’t help but feel her death is somewhat my fault. She wanted to come and see me. That’s why she was in space in the first place. Over a regrettable course of events, she snuck on an EDS ship on a course to Mimir, where I was stationed. She knew not of how dangerous the frontier was, and that fault was mine and

Bashir spoke, "Kind of strange for you to see your brother's death place. Now, I hope you know what you're doing. And if you need anything, contact me first. Good day, sir."

How ironic is it that simply breathing is a great exercise to remove a lot of stress and fear from your life. Have you ever noticed that when you are stressed out and scared that your breathing begins to slow down and your breaths become shorter? Your brain is not taking in enough oxygen and it is causing even more bodily functions that build up the anxiety inside of us. Breathing is considered to be one of the best and most useful exercises overall to promote wellness within your body. By breathing and becoming aware of your beating heart, you begin to listen more to what your body is telling you. Many times it will tell you that there is something more that is going on that’s causing your anxiety than just your psychological struggles for untangling the knot of fear and anxiety.