English Story

I must have been through all the stages of grief before I accepted my lifelong friend could die. It was hard to understand and it puzzled me; Why, out of the seven billion who inhabit this planet, would this happen to him? My life had been torn apart and turned upside down in the matter of an hour, from when I was awoken by the unexpected sharp thuds of knocking on the door, to me in the ambulance, praying like I had never before.

My hospital bed was ice cold and the bleak and empty white walls depressed me as the uncomforting thought that I would have to stay here for maybe another week brought tears to my eyes. The usual and oppressive smell of disinfectant lingered in the room as I recalled that night in my head, trying to convince myself it wasn’t my fault, as I had done everyday since the accident. It was the day everything changed and my life was turned upside down. Forever.

One reason why outsiders are not misjudged or misunderstood is because in a typical situation, the outsider is making a conscious decision to stray from society. In high school, it’s apparent that there are many separated social groups, and although this may seem daunting, when it is your everyday life, you come to find that there’s a unique place for everybody. All you need to do is look to the small commons at lunch, and you’ll find at least a dozen outsiders, all banded together, eating lunch. There is no fathomable reason an outsider would not fit in there, let alone somewhere else. As anticipated, there are exceptions to every situation, such as Gregor from “The Metamorphosis”. He didn’t have a say in his transformation, and looked so repulsive society would have to break in half and do a full spin to accept him again. “She was standing here with her hair sticking up on end… with her hands clasped,” (Kafka 147). However, that does not ever happen in the real world, making it clear that if students really strived to fit in, there is a spot for everyone.

Verin watched a group of young soldiers grapple behind the mess tent. He split his time between checking on Fynta and offering pointers when one of the guys showed bad form. So far, comms were still offline to the group that had entered the temple, but Verin didn’t worry. Fynta was impossible to kill, and he had little stake in the others. Granted, he rather liked the Togruta. She’d fought well on Tython.

I’ve spent a great deal of my life trying desperately to be different. When I was in elementary school I never listened to the same music as everyone else, I used to pride myself on not following fashion trends, not liking the popular kids, doing whatever I could to make myself seem special and I would make sure to point this out every chance I got. I had to make sure everyone knew I was my own person, special, different. I was doing this from a very young age, which when I got to Jr. High meant that I didn’t actually have many friends. All that time and energy I had put into trying to be different had paid off, but I was sad and alone. “There is nothing sadder than a child who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know

My day continued on. I headed to base and completed my 10 hour work shift, without a drift. As I said my good byes and made my way to my mustang, I felt a cold breeze circulate through the warmth of the Florida sunshine. Time seemed to slow down as dark clouds emerged from the depths of hell! I’m being deceitful; it was still just another normal day. There were no signs warning me about the moment that would occur, the moment that would grasp my life like a safety harness and take me on a roller coaster ride.

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

You look to your right as a van rams into the driver’s side of your car. The pain came after the last breath moved through you. You feel your bones crunch in your body, and you scream, but the scream of the bending metal overlaps yours. The impact of the crash sends your car sliding into another vehicle. Another ear-piercing scream escapes from your mouth. The last thing you thought of before the numbness took over was your love, your reason of happiness.

But just when I thought the day couldn’t get any better it turned for the worse. Suddenly, everything happened in a blink of an eye and my world seemed to have ceased. We were t-boned right at an intersection by a massive truck that didn’t stop. The car accident, which was displayed for all to see, was a monstrous mess. I saw both the driving wheel and dashboard were compacted, the cracked windshield, and the doors that were all dented as well as the two windows shattered on my side of the van where the truck hit us. The impact was heard as well as felt as the car jolted forward. We had flipped multiple times and suddenly I wasn’t

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

The agent kept his gaze locked on Dave, while responding to her. “I have friends in the area.”

‘’Woohoo!’’ Exclaimed Ralph, coming out of Cisco’s breach and back at the lab, as the engineer released his grip on him.

I’m out of sorts today. First, I put my top on inside out and wore it like that for a full two hours before Rob saw me and pointed it out. Then, I made a batch of muffins and accidentally used salt instead of sugar, making me have to throw the whole batch of batter in the bin and start again.

Among other public buildings in a certain town this building was the one at the end of the gravel road and through the dark creepy forest where little dare to go down , which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning the screams you can hear from a half a mile away, or the blood stains all over the walls the shattered windows that make a faint whistle when the wind blows , and to which I will assign no fictitious name and the clown they call Pennywise this creature that rarely comes out of the shadows, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse ; and in this workhouse was born a devil child and the one who is in charge; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat,

A solitary figure crossed the royal prison courtyard, his strides as purposeful as the reasons for visiting the penitentiary during the stale midnight hours. His slinky, weasel like features instantly became the source of ridicule from the quartet of guards standing at the entrance gate. The combination of their whispered insults and contemptuous laughter as the lanky man approached, were not well concealed. Without a doubt their lack of discretion was purposefully intentional and, obviously, the insults were blatantly meant to be overheard. All four guards remained at ease, unbothered and unwilling to come to attention even as the stranger stood directly in front of them and waited for some sort of response. The visitor surveyed the