Everything went dark over me as the moss and roots wrapped me in their spindly arms. Line Break "Wha-what's going on-aah," I half yelled as I awoke from a sleep I felt like I had been tranquillized into. I screamed because of a sudden blinding light, it was like being asleep for along time and then having to look directly at the sun. "Hello, I see you have awoken from your coma," a flatish male voice stated to me. I was sitting on a faux leather couch in a white room looking at a man in a blue-black suit. "So who are you, I'm Ava by the way." "You don't need to know my name, but what you do need to know is that your name for now is pretty project A113 to us," the man had a voice like flour being rubbed in between your
I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.
The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.
It changes everytime you ask. Some say it was a virus, others say it was god punishing us for our sins. At least that’s what the people on the news say. All I know is that the dead are walking among us. I’ve seen people I used to know attack and eat innocent people. Everyday I see my dad walking among them, wishing there something i could have done. I couldn’t bring myself to kill one of the only people i’ve loved. He attacked me but i managed to fight him off and i’ve been held up in my house ever since. It’s a small house, nothing fancy, in a small town near Chicago called Glenview. Everyday I think about my half brother that lived in New York with his mom. After my dad and his mom split I didn’t think life could get any worse, I was
THE ORNATE SCRIPT ON THE BOARD TWISTED in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup. When Claire pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. I wasn’t normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldn’t notice. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night, and Claire gave it to her. I got her a bracelet. She wasn’t wearing it. Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. Claire shook her head, oozing disdain. Rachel put down the piece. “It’s just a game, Bell.” She smiled, her teeth looking even whiter in the dim light. Rachel and I had been best friends since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. But less so when
I'm so high I'm in outer space with Captain Picard I'm me everyday, I'm a genius retard Life is like a play, mine was wrote by The Bard Life is like a game, mine is way too hard Like Battletoads or #Contra And it's shocking like #Blanka How a sweet black kid got turned to a monsta
stalled to give myself a chance to find something sharp. My nails dug into its tainted skin, grabbed a hold of its spine, and pulled. I stifled a grunt to avoid drawing any attention. Its skin burned my flesh and I yanked my hand out.
The night of June 12, 2000 two bombs exploded on the Indonesian island of Sumatra. The first came from a suicide bomber inside a hotel. The second, a more powerful car bomb concealed inside a white Mitsubishi van.
I am a 17 year old girl whose one true passion is for my music. Since I damaged my voice due to yelling while having a really bad sore throat one year, I tend to focus more on my singing. I try to constantly practice everywhere I go. I’ll be at home just singing or humming as I do chores or get ready for work. Often times I find myself comfortable enough to start singing at work as I prep the food or wash the dishes. I seem to be improving once again, but I remain cautious of my vocal chords.
The day had arrived. Feelings of excitement and dread rolled around in her stomach at the thought of seeing her friends and family again. She remembered the feelings of helplessness at watching her mother speak to Dr. Faas.
In contrast to the women who assembled at the Seneca Falls convention in 1948 and merely protested against the ill-treatment and abuse of women by drunken husbands and achievement of their legitimate rights in marriage, control of property and earnings and equal pay with men for the same work, the demands of the modern successors are far more radical. In the largest most enthusiastic Feminist demonstration ever held, on August 26, 1970, hundreds of women marched down Fifth Avenue, New York City carrying play cards which read:
I was in fourth grade when I joined the choir. I loved choir, the songs, the singing, the people, and the teacher, Mrs. Miller. Mrs. Miller was so lovely, she had copper-colored hair, like a red panda with less fur. And she had great singing voice, she had brown eyes, and wrinkles on her face from smiling so much. She had a face that made you think of getting a fresh batch of Snickerdoodles hot out of the oven. But as the year moved on I had more and more things to do. Choir was getting in the way of my study time, I had gotten 3 B’s on my report card, that’s more than I’m used to. So I quit choir so I could get my work done. Then, towards the end of the year, I had caught up with all of my work, I had started to focus better and had more time,
In a Cafe in the city of Lahore in Pakistan, we find ourselves observing a man, who evidently originates from the USA and who seems to feel out of place. A bearded man takes a seat at his table and starts a very intriguing conversation, which soon transforms into main character’s long monologue.
The animation opens to a scene of old houses in the snow and all white and there was girl prancing alone down a cobbled street. She finds a wall covered with names written in chalk, so she picks up a piece of chalk herself, and wrote her name, Alma. All of a sudden, she hears a creaking noise behind her, so when she turns around, she notices a doll on stand at a display window of an empty store that looks similarly like her, it wore the same clothes as she was wearing presently. Alma was fascinated by the doll that wore the same clothes, she looks down at her clothes momentarily, but when she looked up again, the doll vanished. She tries to find the doll again by looking through other windows of the store, and finally, she sees the doll copy
High School is a very difficult and confusing time for most teenagers. Trying to balance schoolwork, family, social life, sports, etc., is very tricky. But learning to balance all of those things is what makes high school important. It sets the students up for life after high school. It teaches students very important life lessons that they will hopefully take into their lives after high school. High school is about turning into a well rounded person by doing well in school as well as balancing the time for other activities. That is why I agree{{remove I statements}} that in order to take place in after school activities, the students must achieve a B average or above; because students should learn to be well-rounded while still
The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.