Genie's Home: A Short Story

It was delicious, each bite bursting with flavor. We all gave thanks as a family, and we were all thankful for each other. Everyone had fun, laughing and sharing memories of the past.

Ignoring the fact that I wasn't in my proper bed was getting old. I was inhaling a musty smell of old carpet and I was mildly cold as I sat on a ruff wood surface that will probably give me splinters if I move. As I opened my eyes I was somewhat intrigued to find that I couldn't see anymore than I could when my eyes where closed. I made the decision to check out my less than pleasing area only to find that it was no bigger than the average car trunk. The only thing audible to my ears was my somewhat ragged breathing. That's when I noticed a rather sticky and sharp pain in my side. My stiff hand attached to my very stiff arm probed the area of my wound and I gasped as I realized there was a partially scabbed hole I'm my side. That's gonna turn

On the day of December 5, 2016 I had a hard, rough pain in my stomach; It felt like somebody set my stomach on fire. So I called my mom on the phone and told her that my stomach was hurting and that it felt like somebody set the inside of my stomach on fire. She came to the school and picked me up and took me to the hospital. The nurse at the hospital asked me how long the pain had been going on and I told her it had started that day. Then she asked me if I threw up or had to poop. I told her I threw up what i had eaten.

Genie, the second case of wild child was found in a room tied to a potty chair. Genie was kept in a room locked away because her father thought she was retarded at birth until the age of 13, when she was rescued by a social worker. She was locked away from normal civilization and any type of socialization, and she was beaten for making noises. Genie was an infant trapped in a 13 year old body, because she could only make infant like sounds and no words or sentences. Genie's brain waves were adnormal, but doctors believed that she could learn. They began teaching and trying to develop her brain through forming relationships. Genie begin to speak and say words; but they were difficult to understand. Genie progress gave doctors hope that she

Water rolled down my face as I took the last bite of my Cheetos and I supposed of getting something to drink. I ran back to my aunt and got some water, I also told her about what we were doing and she warned me to conclude this nonsense. I went back thinking about it as I hit the ground instantly. I got back up and went back to them, even with me holding my right hand over my left. I finally got to the top, all 3 of them were waiting since it was my turn. I went, but all I felt was blood dripping from my middle finger after some friction. I got back up and gave them the deadly, dirty, and destroyed piece of cardboard, at this moment I knew I had been an unwise little 6-year-old male

We all got situated around the oval table, and food was quickly brought to us. We feasted on ham, turkey, potato, and so much more freshly baked food. The conversation had dulled down, and everyone was getting along.

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

Fear and confusion pumps through your veins as you lay helplessly on a cold metal slab. Weird men and women wearing strange lab coats watch you intently. The only sounds in the room are the ticking of the clock, the hum of the machines, and the occasional chatter of the people in lab coats. The side of your neck throbs with pain where one of the men poked and prodded around with a large needle trying to find a vein to draw blood from. After he draws the blood, you watch him as he strolls away while another person in a lab coat, this time a woman, inserts another needle into your neck. It was just a little poke, but after a few seconds, you notice a difference in your body, a change, but not a good one. With each passing second you feel weaker, you feel even more helpless than you did in the beginning. You lay there hoping that the agonizing pain you are experiencing will soon go away. Some of the people spoke, but you couldn’t hear. After

We continued to grow closer to one another throughout the week, building trust through trust falls, compassion through the hard times, and love everywhere in between. Contrary to my expectations, the first week away

Have I been here forever? the girl thought—or would have thought, had she the words to express what strangeness she felt.

Watching my sons play football, and compete in 4H brought him happiness that I had never seen before, and he was always happy. He had formed an unbreakable bond with my boys, acting as a guardian during times of lengthy deployments throughout my military career. Desiring to form that same close relationship with my daughter, he planted a plentiful garden that they would tend to and harvest together. As time went, on and as I watched his health decline, I knew that losing him was going to destroy a part of all of us. I had not, however, anticipate that after losing him, he would give me an amazing and unexpected gift.

I was exhausted after the project work. My glasses were smudged and it was getting dark, so I moved upstairs, to my room. It was still a mess, clothes strewn over the boxes that were supposed to prevent this from happening. The boxes weren't full or anything- it was me who made it wrong. Something itched. I sat down to investigate. No- it wasn't a itching, it was more of a numbness. I felt around my jugular and found something not quite right. It was- felt- wet, and something told me it was flowing. It couldn't be, right? But when I felt it again, ripples and waves came from under my skin, like an alien heartbeat. In a bit more of a panic now, I reached down a little. A splotch of that same skin covered a good part of my torso. A true bout of anxiety and fear started up in my stomach. I stood up, trembling a little, and walked to the bathroom.

I awoke to the low roar of the wind blowing against my house. As I lay there on my side, I could feel there was a warm liquid surrounding my head. Accompanied by a heavy taste and smell of iron that overwhelmed my senses. There was a throbbing pain radiating from my head and flowing to my extremity's as a pool of blood was gradually spreading. I was trying to get up, lethargically propping myself up onto my arm. I could feel my body was weak and a dull lull of pain wrapped my sore and stiff muscles. I rose to my feet as my vision warped, my stomach turned, and bile rose in my throat. I stumbled for but a moment before leaning onto the wall for support. There was the slimy acidic feel of vomit flowing up my throat and out my mouth as the sticky light brown liquid littered with chunks covered the floor.

It all started on a sunny day April, more precisely Good Friday, April 18th, 2014. My friend, Tara, and I were walking around Shawnee Lake; I felt normal until we reached the end and needed to walk to Tara’s grandparent's house. A pain in my lower right abdomen hit me all of a sudden and I could feel my face flush. I started to have a hard time breathing, which caused everyone to think that I was overheating or having an asthma attack from the walk around the lake. So, when we finally got back to Tara’s grandparent's house, I laid down on the floor and put pressure on where it hurt. Laying on the floor helped a little, but the pain was starting to grow. Tara’s mom decided that it was time to leave and head over to our next destination. On the way to Tara’s aunt's house we stopped at Sonic for a snack, I was not very hungry due to the pain that was going on, but I still managed to eat a little bit of the tater tots. After I ate the few that I could handle, I fell asleep for the rest of the ride from Topeka to Carbondale. Once we arrived at Tara’s aunt’s house, Tara woke

As a child I would get out of our black Envoy in a rush to greet him at the door. The gravel underneath my feet kicking as I screamed out grandma and grandpa. He always had this strong stature to him giving me the biggest and warmest hug imaginable. Now this time I was walking to the door. A door that loomed out in front of me. I didn’t want to walk in this time. I knew the time had come to let go. These past few months of 2015 had been anything but fun. The month is October and summer has come and gone and all that is left are the brown leaves scattered all around the graveled drive way. I had driven myself to his house with the car he helped me purchase.