Creative Writing: Unlucky Symptoms Of Cancer

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

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

I winced in pain as I rolled out of bed for the morning. A quick inspection in the mirror revealed the culprit to be a large scarlet bruise plastered across my hip. Aside from the terrible beginning to the day, the bruise brought along questions about how it arrived. I hadn’t recalled getting injured, and a bruise that size can’t have been caused by something unnoticeable. It plagued me for the rest of the day at work, and some co-workers even asked what was on my mind, which meant I was evidently expressing my confusion. Over the coming weeks, the substantial crimson blemish dwindled into a tiny pinprick, and my interest in it died completely. That is, until, upon awaking one day exactly one month later, I discovered a small gash on my stomach

As soon as Flug's shirt was off, it was more than obvious Dementia was _already_ itching to sink her teeth in. Needless to say, she'd never actually seen so much of him before - The scars that contrasted with the pale skin upon his scrawny frame was hardly a surprise, given the fact that they _all_ had gained scars at some point (How couldn't they, working for Black Hat?), although it made curiousity as to what was underneath the paper bag almost unbearable. She leaned forward to place soft kisses and gentle nibbles across the pallid skin, sharp teeth nipping softly at the collarbones that stuck out just a bit too much and tongue lapping against his quivering throat. In the process, she tried to peek underneath the bag, to no avail. To her dismay, she couldn't see anything.

Purgatory: A place where the most malignant/hazardous fiends are jailed due to their assailments on the human race. Their thirst for human blood still lingered within them, even after centuries of being caged in Purgatory. They probed everywhere for a way out of the illimitable, gloomy, foggy forest and rivers; killing themselves and others with hunger and insanity. Once a fiend is in, it’s nearly impossible to get out without a Reaper’s or Knight’s scythe.

Today marks the end of an era on the certified master tech blog. I traded in my 2009 Cadillac SRX for an infiniti M37x. This is not something that I wanted to do. In this post I'll explain why I felt I had no choice, but to bail out before things got ugly. At the end I'll talk a little about why I chose the Infiniti over another Cadillac. I'll also share a picture of my new car.

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.

When his parents had died he never thought he would be able to breathe again, and he almost didn't. The world became a cold place even in the warmest of months; not even moving in with his grandmother could restore him to his former glory. His hair no longer spun like gold, each thread fell hopelessly, weaving together into curls that framed his tanned face. Having emerald eyes framed by tangled golden lashes didn’t seem to brighten his look either. Instead, you could see his lost soul wandering within them.

I had been very sick the last two years. Grave's disease had taken over my life, just as alcohol takes over

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.

I puffed, my chest quaking as short gasps left my throat. Sam, the dickhead, trudged past me and into the living room. My hand curled slightly around the door frame, trying to regain my balance before my knees buckled. I finally shut the door with a soft thud.

There it was, I was taking a little rest. With me being the membrane I shouldn't really rest, I mean, Iḿ basically the security around here. All day, everyday, letting organelles out, and others in. Tomorrow is the day that I need to write my report for Mr. Nucleus, last time I didn't and I got scolded for it.

My Patient is Larry Johnson a high school junior come up on his senior year. He is also a top prospect in the high school football. Larry is expected to do big thing on the colligate level. Since he’s such a big football star my first question for him was how popular are you. He chuckled and said “everybody loves Larry” which I could imagine so. Then I began to ask him about his expectation of his senior year. Though he is great on the field Larry has struggled in the classroom. As of right now though he has the talent to play at the next level he has a 2.2 GPA but also needs need 200 more points on his SAT which means he doesn’t have any room for comfort. So since he isn’t able to have some freedom like most High School students. I asked him what his plan was in order to meet the meet the expectation and stay on top of his GPA. He said “that he signed himself up for SAT prep classes and that in order to stay on top his grade he had to not apply himself on the field but also in the classroom. And that he applies himself there isn’t anything he can’t do.

A stabbing fear enveloped her racing heart. The paranoia melted into pain, a struggle to breathe. Maria stared into the dark, straining her eyes to see something - anything - to no avail. She felt unable to think. "What are my chances of recovery, Dr. Mills?"