INT. KITCHEN - EVENING DIANA walks in to begin preparing dinner. Her husband, JOHN enters unshaven but hygienic and walks to the fridge and opens it. DIANA Hi honey. John takes a bottle of beer from the fridge. Diana watches him and tries to speak again. DIANA (CONT'D) How was your day? Once again, John says nothing as he walks over to the table and sits down, taking up the newspaper as he does so. Diana's shoulders slump in disappointment. JOHN Today was good. Diana looks over her shoulder and sees John yawn. DIANA You look tired. How did you sleep last night? John grunts as he flicks to the next page in his newspaper. Diana turns back to her task, sighing. She finishes preparing dinner and goes about cleaning dishes that are sitting in …show more content…
Diana struggles to breath as John drags her roughly towards the sink. She raises a rough grunt as John slams her against the sink, still holding her by the throat. JOHN (threateningly) Say that again! I dare you! I DOUBLE dare you! Diana is fearful for a moment before she takes advantage of John's loosened grip. DIANA You don't appreciate me! I pay the bills. I do all the shopping. When I want to buy something I can't because I'm always having to bail you out of some kind of situation. John's hand tightens again around his wife's throat. JOHN For fuck's sake! Just follow a simple instruction. His grip tightens even more around Diana's throat. DIANA (struggles) I did follow instructions. You mentioned nothing about wanting chicken. We can have chicken when I get my next pay check. JOHN Do you think I care about that? I just want my god damn chicken! Diana tries to fight back but is thrown to the floor. Diana gasps for air as she touches her throat. DIANA Honey, I'm sorry. I-I promise that I will buy chicken and we will have it tomorrow. Please. Don't hurt me anymore. John is still fuming. He reaches for a kitchen drawer and pulls out a kitchen knife. JOHN Now, you little bitch, swallow it. John goes to unzip his pants but thinks better of it. Leaving his pants unzipped, he stabs Diana. Blood oozes from the wounds that are inflicted upon Diana's body. The knife enters Diana's chest and exits. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. The knife enters
“I got up and pretended to study the pictures on the walls like I was a lover of religious art. When I got to the Merciful Mother right above Sinita’s head, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the bottom I’d found on the train. It was sparkly like a diamond and had a little hole in back so you could thread a ribbon through it and wear it like a romantic lady’s choker necklace. It wasn’t something I’d do, but I could see the button would make a good trade with someone inclined in that direction.
“Something’s...stopping me.” I reached out to grab his hand, but my knuckles hit an invisible shield as they reached the doorway. The door slammed shut, separating me from John. Hands wrapped around to grab my face, and I was dragged into the corner of the room.
The man holding the knife digs it farther into John’s neck. John grits his teeth, and groans. One of the men kick him hard in his gut.
"I don't know what to do, Jennifer. The police won't pick up. I tried. You need to be quiet or more will come." I say sternly, but her wails and pleads don't cease. I brandish a bloody kitchen knife in my hand, and try to push the
In football in a fairly sized city in the state of Minnesota attending the Tigers high school. He had a decent build being 6’0 and weighing just at 180. Joe Walker was your typical “average Joe” He played as a safety for JV (Junior Varsity) for his sophomore and junior years, but never made the next step into being a varsity safety only getting minimal reps towards the end of games. He knew if he wanted to play, he had to work as hard as he could after his junior year ended. He was on a mission to prove everybody wrong that believed he wasn’t going to work hard enough to reach what he wanted, which was being just a starting varsity safety.
The central claims that Samples uses in order to argue that caps on the amount individuals can contribute to candidates for federal office should be abolished are contribution limits have led to creation and widespread use of Super PACs, the idea that quid pro quo donations are not corrupt, and finally that there is no correlation between trust in government and capping donations. Proponents of getting rid of the cap argue that the contribution limits have created Super PACs, which have no contribution limits; therefore, defeating the purpose of the limits on individual donations. Samples are disputes the argument that no cap on individual donations is corrupt. First, he points out that most donations given to a candidate are given
"Just leave him be," Lestrade warned as John remained on the ground, trying to control his breathing. "You've caused enough damage as is."
John has been injured during their conflict and slouch against the wall to catch his breath. "I think we lost them. Dammit, getting some bandages for moms almost got me killed."
I agree with Reid, revamping America’s health care system would be far too complicated. I liked how Reid connected the ideas of a health care reform to many of the presidents of the past including Bill Clinton and Barack Obama. Ironically enough, Clinton’s reform didn’t even make it to congress and he was also impeached during his presidency. Is that a coincidence? I do support Obama’s ideas toward building on to the model of health care that we already have, instead of constructing a new one. While Obama’s thoughts were compiled into the Obama Care bill, Reid made it clear that people in America are still uninsured. To me, Obama started what could have been a really good option for health care within the U.S., however, that is now
They said the war would end all wars, but it wouldn't end anything, only the lives of an entire generation. I was issued to death- enlistment in a tank, a Mark IV. The term ¨tank¨ doesn't really mean anything, only entrapment. Three thousand of us were issued to the battlefield that month, half of which would return. The deaths were slow, often of exhaustion in the heat and poison from the engine, which was not in a separate compartment from the crew. Tim was my gunner, one of the most important jobs in our crew of eight, none of which I will go into detail of because of how short of a time I knew them. I had the easiest job, the loader on the right side of the tank. The reason the right side matters is that you are the most protected. You
George bends over and looks down his wooden pool cue. He pulls the cue back and forth aiming at the center of the cue ball, with a perfect triangle of marble pool balls behind it. He pulls the cue back further, leans on his back foot and pushes the white cue ball as hard as he cam into the balls. The balls ricochet with a crisp crack, they meaninglessly bounce around the table without purpose.
“Alyssa!” I stopped swinging my machete at the patch of grass and I raised my head in the direction of the voice that had called my name. Sweat beads rolled down the side of my temple, and I raised my hat with my garden gloved hand to wipe them away. The sun beat down on my bare neck, and I could feel the heat pulsating from directly above.
Have you ever been stuck between traveling the world or going to school, but not really sure where to star? Maybe you want to swim with dolphins in Dubi, snorkel with sting rays in the Bahamas or even eat exotic food like lion meat in South Africa. Luckily enough here at Iowa State there's a great program to be able to do both! In this program, the importance of following the practical guidelines is during this time the program is delegated to be responsible for an authority to develop and commensurate. The Iowa State campus Study Abroad Association stuff says in other words that they have time to examine and create a plan for everyone by making critical decisions.
An inkling for my predisposition towards tasks involving intricate calculations, progressive analysis in fields of Physical Sciences and Mathematics can be traced back to my senior secondary days when I was rigorously preparing for the Joint Entrance Examinations for Engineering from 2010-2012. It is imperative to note that I draw immense inspiration from my father, an architect who indispensably enabled me to appreciate the concept of design and structure. A commendable academic record complements my research work. I secured a 10 CGPA in my Secondary Examination and was among the top 5 students of my school to have been selected for the CSIR program. In my Senior Secondary Examinations, I secured 88% (PCM-90.6%) and a 74.63 SPI in my