Margaux: A Short Story

First, the author uses descriptive imagery to form a strong image in the reader’s head. The text states, “The scars were thick ridges, alternating bright pink and white, in stripes up from her neck.”(pg.16) The author describes a girl she met in the mental hospital. By the vivid words

After arriving at the hospital with severe facial and cranial injuries due to a car accident, Pansy Vanneman began to lock herself away within her head in silent, unspoken hopes of escaping the terrible pain that surged throughout her body. She

“Nice to formally meet you Maaz.” Gayge begins to tell Maaz about what had happened. “I am guessing you have a lot of questions about what happened to you, so let me begin here. You were struck by lightning three months ago. The surge of energy sent your body into a comatose state, and none of the doctors could figure out what was to be done; your coma was unlike any other seen before. You were brought to me so that I could solve the mystery to your coma, and sure enough I did. That is how I was able to sustain you until you awoke.”

As he takes in his surroundings the people are still staring, judging his every move and every move he made in his life. They are judging to see if he will make the right choice, to see if he has made the right choices before and to see if he is truly able to be apart of the Emperor’s memory (heaven).

Instead the emperor’s gold-webbed eyes trained on Bree’s belly, and the princess covered it with both hands, instinctively protective. Torriq’s pinched face soured alarmingly. “Gods, you didn’t―”

She said that would be great, but she didn’t know where she had left it tied off. When she was traveling through the woods, she was hitting her head on tree limbs and tree branches. Which then she said she couldn’t even remember where she was heading. He knew what was going on and said that she was having a concussion, he knew all the symptoms and procedures to start working on the concussion.

His mind reeled in such agony that he dropped the blade he had drew and clamped his hands over his ears, slamming his eyes shut as the voice grew louder. "...As for why you are here, what you are looking for...I do not know. But I have a guess as to what you want." So loud. "...I did not think you would take so long." His jaw clenched as his teeth crushed together, his knees almost buckling. What was she doing? It was all...

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

Two young children sat quietly staring out the oval shape window as the plane ascended slowly. There eyes filled with curiosity as the clouds floated by. Their forty-seven hour journey to the United States had just began.

Cole.” Still in a foggy daze, she shot upright “What’s wrong?” A gray-haired doctor stood in front of her, “Nothing is wrong, I wanted to let you know that your student, Cassandra, is finally awake. The tranquilizer dosage, plus the...events of last night really did a number on all of them.” Cleo looked at the door and then to Thomas “How is he?” The doctor shuffled a little from under his skin “He is stable. In fact, he’s normal: brain waves, heartbeat, respiration, all normal. In theory, he should be running laps around me...” Cleo looked at him, she knew there was more he wasn’t telling her “Then, why is he still asleep?” The doctor took a breath and lowered his clipboard to his side “He’s not sleeping, he’s in a coma. It isn’t uncommon in traumatic scenarios for something like this to happen, but it makes their recovery time unpredictable.” She raised her hand to her mouth and stared back to her husband “You don’t know when he’ll wake up?” The doctor lowered himself slightly “To be honest, with as much as I know about psychic induced coma... I couldn’t say if he will wake up. Let alone when.” Cleo grabbed the corner of the bed to steady herself “Is there anything I can do?” He shook his head “It’s just a waiting game. If you really want to help, the best you can do is visit him, talk to him. Just let him hear your voice, talk about your day and let him know that you’re thinking about him....that you want him to wake

Bob and Margret rushed to the hospital and were given the news that she is pregnant. She began to worry when she found out she was very far along with her pregnancy. She stopped smoking and drinking soon after. When Margret was in the beginning of her 3rd trimester she slipped on an icy patch on a side walk and fell forward on her stomach. She rushed to the hospital where the doctors contacted several tests and informed her that her child may be delayed in some form.

Kristien was struggling to sleep. It was night, she knew, because Israel had told her good night. Her wrist hurt really badly, but what could she do, she was a prisoner. It wouldn’t hurt as much if the cuff wasn’t pressing on it, but the cuff was, and she couldn’t move the cuff, it was secure. She knew what had happened. Chandrogana had accidentally hurt her wrist, but she didn’t know if it was just twisted, sprained or broken. By the time the doctor came to see her, her eyes were watering, it hurt so badly. The doctor came in, and didn’t say a word to Kristien. Just went to the panel in the wall. He scanned his handprint, and then typed in instructions. The one cuff on her hurting wrist, the left one, uncuffed, and Kristien felt a little bit of relief. But it was still very, very painful.

Sixteen year old Madge Simmons’ days consisted mainly of church, school, and assisting her father on their small farm. Seventy-four now, she recalls those days with an uncomfortable mix of nostalgia and pain. It seemed a time of relative freedom and exploration, but also one of consistent repetitive pain in a very formational period.

Hi friends, family, and other people that Andy had trusted. We all loved Andy with his funny ways that always made us happy when we were sad like this one time Andy and I were getting ice-cream but my ice cream fell but this guy said hello in a funny way like “hello”, and he was jumping around and he fell on his face and I was still sad but Andy said to me “just imagine in that happened off a mountain”and I was laughing so hard. I always looked up to Andy because he was the type of guy that you always that you always want to hang around. But sometimes he just wants to be cool by smoking, joining the royals and even getting into gang fights. But me,my mom and evan loura tried to stop him but like always Andy does what he wants to(this

Passing his casket might of been the hardest and most tragic thing I’ve had to do my whole life. Walking down and giving my condolences to my devastated aunts, uncles. and cousins was terrible. I saw the men and women that I saw to be very tenacious in a point of there lives where they were as helpless as mice in a trap. All of us were. Amou Gebrown is a man I will always see as strong as anybody out there. He was always very tall and a bit stocky, but one thing never changed about him. No matter what he had a smile on his face and that smile was contagious. Once I finished saying my prayers for Amou Gebrown, I went to go sit with my cousins in the old wooden pews that I found comfort in. While sitting in the worn down, colorful church