Damn Near Everything There Is To Know About Cells: Essay

Well, there you have it. I’ve messed everything up and now I wait in this room which is really nothing more than a prison cell, and now I’ve just got done writing out my confession, every word the God’s honest truth. I told you from the beginning there would be no happy ending for me and now I wait for my end. If anything, I would be lucky if my family doesn’t share the same fate that I will after this is all over. When you’re dead, but not really dead like I am, the worst part of your

Eight Hearts, All In a Row The bus drops Randy off next to an ice cream stand he used to buy neapolitan cones from in the summer. He 's surprised it still exists, the stand now covered in a tarp, looking to survive the New York winter. 1818 Cheshire Street stands less than a block away, and he walks slowly, clutching his brown paper bag, trying to avoid slipping on the ice. When he was younger, a winter night meant sledding with the other kids in the neighborhood while lights illuminated up the

“I didn't call anybody,” Dena looked at Fay. “His cell phone rang. He said it was you calling for help and that Fay was in trouble,” Fay looked at Kat whose face paled when she realized that had really happened. “Oh no,” Kat whispered. “Basement, huh? Alright. Watch yourselves...and watch out for us!” Dean handed Fay a gun and ran off with Fay hot on his heels. They quickly found the basement. “His spirit is here,” Fay whispered to Dean. “He is watching us as we speak,” Dean nodded, thinking

Margo pulled a couple paper towels from a near empty roll that she brought up with them. “Thank you,” Judy said as she wiped her mouth. “No more booze for you,” Dwayne said, as he put his arm around Judy's shoulders. She moaned again, burying her face into Dwayne's chest. Margo sat up and looked out to the street. She watched for any kind of movement. “Anything,” Dwayne asked as he pulled out his cell phone again. Margo sighed and said, “A lot of body's, that's for sure

a downgrade from the apartment he has previously shared with his employer, but upon his death there were too many memories associated with the mismatched space so he decided to move. His current residence was a one bedroom, one bath, little prison cell of a lodging that was barely large enough for one person. The fact that it was called an apartment and instead of a compartment was not glaringly obvious. All the same, the door flew open with a resounding thud and a familiar outline sauntered in.

one time a very close friend of my dad’s. I haven’t seen or heard from Mr. Bell since my dad’s funeral. I can count on one hand how often I can recall my dad mentioning Mr. Bell when I was growing up. I remember over hearing my mom and dad talking about Mr. Bell. The discussion wasn’t polite and my dad stormed out of the room upset and my mom started crying when he left. Mr. Bell has always been polite and kind whenever my mom and I would run into him. I set the invitation down to check my calendar

Chapter Four Her first kiss of the year was not supposed to be like that. Caroline’s heartrate accelerated but not in a good way. It was as if the world stopped spinning for a moment and everything froze. The drummer was on the ground, and Mr. Man was leaning over him with his fist slammed against his jaw. Brody’s shirt was tucked inside his death grip and his eyes wide with panic. This was a nightmare. She stood there in stunned silence, blinked a few times, but it was still happening. “Stop!”

mage, who is sweating and out of breath. He takes a swig of something from a vial that is so red it coats his teeth and he begins again. Only when the mage begins to shake, does he stop the ritual and walks me back to my cell, my puppet strings tightly wound even after the cell door closes. I cannot move and I stand staring straight ahead at nothing. After

“-This is it.”- was Loki´s thought, everything was ready. It was time to set his plan in motion, but he wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. He sighed as he readied himself “-Did I miss something?”- He thought nervously, but he knew it wasn’t the case. “-I’d better go through with it, there’s no going back now, and this better be convincing. He bit his lower lip while going over his plan in his head “-Quit stalling!-“he admonished himself. -All right. - He finally said out loud as he put his helmet

four lemonades!” The cashier announces. Shannon is already sitting down so I grab her tray for her. I stop by the condiment table, set both trays down gently as can be. Imitating what I have seen at every cookout, I lift Shannon’s top bun, squirt about half of the container of ketchup, and draw a small smiley face in mustard, although Shannon makes a frowny face usually. I cover her fries in ketchup as well. What monster could possibly prefer ketchup doused fries?! I make a small mountain of ketchup