‘’Good evening, this is Joan Hodges bringing you the news for the Hampton Woods area. The top story tonight is a criminal named
‘Marcus Finch’ who has recently managed to escape a local prison. He had been placed in jail for kidnapping and then eventually murdering his victims. He has been nicknamed ‘’The big bad wolf’ as he has very observable wolf-like features and his victims are usually younger children. Here is a picture of the criminal. So be careful, and if you see anything at all, call either the local authorities or our news studio at…’’
‘’’Raphael!?’’ His mother shouted up the stairs, ‘’Turn off that damn TV! I need you to come down stairs so I can ask a favor of you!’’ After a deep sigh of annoyance, Raphael manages to
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‘’Now, I know t hat you hate visiting your Grandmother’s grave, but as you should know, tomorrow is the anniversary of her death, and I would like you to take these over to her grave.’Oh yes, and remember to walk on the path and do not take a short cut through the woods!’’ Raphael felt upset as he loved his Grandmother, and visiting her grave only brought back horrible memories so he had been avoiding visiting her grave many times.
‘’Hold on a minute, why can’t you take the flowers? No offence, but she was your mother after all!’’ Raphael was feeling even more upset and hid this by showing aggression as he shouted at his mother. His mother just looked down at the floor without saying a word with a single tear sliding slowly down her face and splashing against the floor. ‘’Look, mum, I ‘m so sorry. I hadn’t even started to consider your feelings.’’ He silently walked up stairs back into his room as his mother stayed downstairs silently sobbing in the darkness of the kitchen.
That night, Raphael as per usual, was extremely restless in his bed, he was thrashing and trembling as if he were a wild animal, he was also muttering to himself; ‘Grandma…I’m so sorry…’’ In his dark nightmares, he sees horrifying images, like the terrifying picture of his dear grandmother, dying in his arms as if he were actually
“Come here, my love. The man was nothing, you’re just troubled by what happened to mommy. He’s gone now, he really is. Let us make a hot bath for you and wash your mouth.”
“ MARIAM! YOUR ROOM! NOW! Baba yells. This time, I listen. I drop down on my bed. I know I am crying, but I am to numb to feel the tears
“It’s nothing, Mother! There’s nothing there… Please sit down…” He pained me even more than did his mother’s cries.
The black curtained hearse, drawn by two black horses, rolled slowly through the streets of Charleston. Following behind, were Eli, Allie, Mary O’Toole, Willie, Gabriel, and half of Charleston’s, ‘old guard’ as they made their way to the cemetery for her burial. Clara Christopher Harris would be laid to rest beside her husband of over fifty years, whose grave was located at the feet of her parents, Elijah and Patience Christopher. Allie could not contain the emotions she felt- Sadness, because her grandmother was gone; anger, because she was gone, shame, because she had not gone to visit her before she died; she also felt a sense of self-loathing; for what reason, she could not decipher. Eli’s sudden gigging in her ribs with his elbow caused her to want to slap him when she looked at him to see what he was gigging her for and saw the mischievous grin on his face.
His mother sat next to him and softly whispered into his ear, “Its okay… shut up”. Al hugged his mother, breathing in the scent of parsley that seemed to cling to her clothes. For the first time in his life, despite feeling humiliated, he felt reassured that his mother would always be there for him.
I did not predict the apology that fell from his lips, an apology a million times over rehearsed out of regret. I did not interrupt, nor draw away my attention, not even when his speech bubbled with tears and his beard coated over their sparkle. I waited until he was done before opening my true mouth, gobbling up his head and escaping the ward with what little remained of Mother.
The mood of the painting is somber and dark as if the memories of the deceased still linger even though the look on the young woman’s face might suggest that the idea of placing flowers and lighting of the lantern on the grave stone was not her idea. That only one of the children are from the deceased and that the other is from some new forbidden lover. Even the form of the woman suggest that she is reluctant to even be in the grave yard.
“Mom, I'm home”. Philbert knew that his mom was really sick so when she didn't answer he knew it would be best to keep shut. “Mom where are you”. Philbert exclaimed. Usually, if he wasn't already getting scolded, he would, at least, have a “shut your trap son, I'm busy”. He went upstairs to see if she was sleeping or something.Nata. He went out to the garden and saw one of the most horrible things he’s ever seen in his life. His mom was on the ground with massive amounts of blood coming from her head. She was bleeding out.
“Hello Mrs. Hyre,” I said with a trembling voice. I wanted to turn and walk away but it was already too late. Mom had already shut the door behind us.
Raphael remembered as he watched his own mother and sister get beaten and raped in front of him and his father, and how helpless
When it comes to managing a successful organization or a business, the one consumer whose opinions and relations matter would have to lie in the customer. In the case of medical services those affairs would lie mostly in the actions and satisfactions of the patients. In the medical community, their ratings and performances are measured through the customer relations departments. Grievances and complaints have shaped the world of medical policies, procedures, terms of conduct and response to grievances.
Once there was a wolf named Wilbert. He was the largest, most terrifying wolf around but of course his name had to be Wilbert, not something intimidating like Bruce or Santino, but wimpy little Wilbert. But that wasn’t the worst of it, his parent’s decided to give him a full name, a first, two middle, and a last, and that name was Wilbert Oliver Laymek Fabi-ano, or WOLF as all of his friends called him, well they would if he had any friends, he tends to eat them all. YUMMY....... Everyone in the pack knew that Wilbert was a trouble maker ever since the time that they caught him trying to blow down poor little innocent pigs houses. But as time went on his so called “thug life” started to increase and his street cred went up dramatically. On
“YOU WERE MY BABA’S BHAIYA? But HOW? I have never seen you before in my life!” I exclaimed. “He gave up on me, when I started this” he gestured towards the bottle of rum. “He wouldn’t let me near you but now it seems as though I am the only family you have got- aside from your Bhaiya.” He gestured toward my Bhaiya, Rameez. “He told me once that if there was an emergency where he wasn’t able to be here, he would send you here.”
I then noticed my mother, who had seen what the horrible kid had done, and was seething with rage in the front seat of the car. She immediately thought to comfort her heartbroken daughter, so as soon as I had opened door, I was met with a barrage of apologetic rampage from my mom. “Honey, I’m so sorry. What that nasty little boy did was unforgivable. I can’t believe the nerve of him! Erggh, it makes me so mad. You were so sweet and adorable, you don’t deserve a kid like that… “ she rambled. She was confused, though, when her fury was met with a completely oblivious grin from the backseat, showing all the naivety of a child, of any young person really. Lost in my world of sunshine and flowers, I had heard nothing she said, and stunned her with my ability to subconsciously ignore anything I didn’t need to hear.