The Art of Caring It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “John,” my father hollered up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds distressed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and
Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...” His voice trailed off, his shame rendering his speechless. How could he explain the fear and confusion he’d felt the first time his brother had stroked
I was immediately worrying about my parents because the dogs wouldn’t be in a state like that if my parents were home. I called Corrie over to do something with the dog as I bolted towards my house. Corrie was already heading towards the house so called out to Kevin to do something with the dog. I opened the door to the house but everything was fine. Nothing out of place the only problem was that there was no life at all. No TV going, no dishes chattering, nothing. I looked around for a note, anything that could explain all of this.
Lying on the uncomfortable, terrible, backstabbing prison mattress, I am feeling exhausted. I hadn’t slept for days after that traumatising incident. The fear and pain I am feeling deep inside me is unbearable and seems to become more and more horrifying as time goes past. As my cracked lips tremble, Pearl-shaped tears slowly drip out of my puffed-up eyes and down my frail face, as I remember that unforgettable moment that happened in a split second. I stare at the damp, dirty ceiling with my heart completely shattered, trying to think of reasons why I should live. The more I think about the accident, the more distressed I feel.
Jolie tried her hardest to remain quiet as she entered the dark, musty basement that smelt like dead animals. The music played loudly, which masked the creaks of the stairs she stepped on. She gripped the broom tightly in her hand. Jolie squinted her eyes around to make out anything that made the music turn on or the loud crashes. Her eyes rested on a man and she tried her hardest not to panic. She quickly, but quietly turned around and walked up the stairs trying to remain calm all the while. When the man started humming along with the violin music she began to cry; she didn’t want to cry. Jolie gripped the railing and the broom slipped from her hand and fell down the stairs. The man jerked around made eye contact with her. He was frowning and then a devilish smirk appeared. She let out the scream she had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Jolie
-- “Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.
Jake contrasts his emotional attachment to Brett with her constant involvement with other men to highlight the unavoidable struggle of coping with the the war, ultimately revealing the eternal scar such a catastrophe leaves on soldiers and their loved ones. After suffering a war injury that renders him impotent, Jake
“It seems like some kind of messed up pyro. He better get here quick. The call came in around 3 in the morning, a thick echoing ringing that filled my ears and reverberated within my head. I fumbled for the phone and answered it, trying to get rid of the sleep that was trying to pull me back.
I step into the house. My phone vibrates. I had received a text from Ethan; it read:
‘I came over to make sure you got back okay,’ she said. ‘I was worried.’ ‘No need to worry about me,’ he said, acting all weird. ‘But Miss Lilly, what on earth happened to you?’ ‘I got back fine. I got to the airport and a girlfriend came and got me…I didn’t
He has always lurked inside of me, a malevolent entity that crawled beneath my skin. The boy stared back, his lips pulled back to expose his canine teeth, leering at the sight of me. His fathomless black, pebble-like eyes were sunken in his skull. His mouth snarled at me, a
Pulling into the parking lot, Andrew recognized the white BMW parked near the tall, oak tree and parked beside it. Shaking his head, he whispered, “I am in no mood to put up with Linda Gunderman’s foolishness this morning, and she had better not start.” Perhaps, I am wrong. He thought as he tried to justify his behavior during the past few months. After locking the silver Mercedes, he crossed the parking lot, swinging the keys in his hand. Entering the pharmacy, Andrew saw an elderly woman standing in line with her seven-year-old old grandson, Billy, she screamed, “Billy, stand still and stop fidgeting around until I get my
As Connie got into the car she felt a wave of grief. She couldn’t get away from the invisible gates surrounding and trapping her as if she were a hunted animal. The ride seemed like a journey, going on forever and ever. Trying to pry information causally, Connie would ask
The Negative Effects of Child Beauty Pageants Purpose: To persuade my audience of the negative impacts beauty pageants have on girls. INTRODUCTION: I. It is 6:00 a.m. on Friday morning, and Sharon is about to awaken her two year old daughter, Jessica, to prepare for a 4 hour car ride. Jessica has not gotten much sleep in the past few days due to long hours of practice and is now very cranky. The only time Jessica will get to nap is during the 4 hour drive but then must stay awake the rest of the day. They pack the car with numerous suitcases all containing loads of make-up, hair supplies, and costumes, all for Jessica. The family has a long and busy day ahead of them. Sharon is one of the many over-demanding parents who put young and innocent children into beauty pageants each year.
I spoke with Joe's brother identified as Jake Flores (DOB-01-04-1960). Jake is the homeowner of the residence, and has allowed Horton to stay in a room in the back of the residence. Jake's brother Joe comes in to check on the welfare of his brother from time to time. I asked what he witnessed, and Jake stated, "Horton was outside banging and screaming telling us to open the door. We did not want to let her in because she was yelling and screaming. Joe opened the door to let her in, Horton was was screaming and she's been drinking. Horton began to argue with Joe, she walked behind him and turned around, she walked beside him and hit Joe on the face with her right hand. He held her back by grabbing both of her arms to stop her from attacking