I woke up to another day, waiting to be filled with learning and adventure. As I got out of my sleeping pod, a red, cylindrical tube dropped from the place directly above me. I knew better than to let it hit the ground. My tube I had been given last night had cracked open, and still hadn’t been noticed by our as the nutrients that came from these meals were to the wellbeing of all Unders.
We lived in the Fifth sector, in a community called Corenas. It was the smallest of the sectors, but it seemed to be under the closest watch by the. My mother transported us to our Educatory facility every day, which we called the Mern, in the device that my father had made especially for that purpose. It looked like he had made our living quarters float, since it blended in with the light teal color of the sky. It could only fit six Unders, while some could fit up to twenty. It was an abnormal thing to take your own Unders to the Mern, and even stranger to take someone else’s along with them, like my mother did. Normally, large hoverbuses would take all of the children to the Mern at once, but my mother had begun taking us all after the androids that ran the hoverbuses started to malfunction. No one knew why the decided to take those kids through the one area of the forest that was prohibited. Or at least, no one was telling us.
“Be safe,” My mother cooed as she kissed both of our foreheads. She was gorgeous. She was everything that I aspired to be: beautiful, kind, and
“I’ll smoke that last cigarette,” he said to his wife. “Stupid of me- it was the one thing I forgot to bring back from the farm.”
My mother is a sweetheart. She is known for her little giggles even when she is just talking casually with someone. She is light skinned, brown curly hair and brown eyes and talks very softly. Sometimes she is so soft spoken that I hardly hear what she is saying. It’s a family laugh when no one can hear what she is trying to say. I sincerely thank my mother for all that she has done for not only myself, but for my two brothers. She is very often complimented for raising, “such great boys”, as many would
Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \
After visiting the courthouse and checking up on new leads, Iris finally had a moment to sit down at her desk. She was finally feeling like her old, healthy self. The cold was officially gone. As she opened up her notes she began typing vigorously. The current story was a high school student who had just passed because of a h*** overdose. She could not believe that such young kids in her city were dying at the hands of drugs. Moments like this made her appreciate Joe's strict parenting and the absence of her drug addicted mother. As much as Iris liked to keep an objective perspective when it came to her work, sometimes she could not help but get attached to the personal lives and stories. Today for instance, she visited the courtroom for the
My hands were sweating against the microphone in my hand, I could feel the anxiety throughout the air on the big stage. The only thing separating me, I mean us, from the large crowd filled with haters, supporters, and who knows what else; was the velvet red curtain that she knew in no time would disappear, revealing me and my friends to our fate.
“Did use the wand?” Mr. ED asked as he placed a plate in front of Titus. “Yes, I did.” The excited boy said, “And everything went better than expected.” “Hold on“, Mr. Ed said, “let me first fetch us some fresh water and food, then we can both sit and talk.”
My mother’s letter also provided me with a heartfelt, long lasting goodbye. My mother returned after only a week, however, with this note, I was left with the words of love that my mother wrote on paper for me. I come from a tight knit family, so for my mother to
Dr. Wayne Dyer once said, “ If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change. Throughout, the whole story the omniscient author gives you his/her perspective on the characters actions and train of thought. Else has a incommensurable point of view on the story. How Else’s perspective might change the story.
Narrator : It was 1956 and Valerie andrews had not been lost for long when she came upon the jacket. It faded into her sight at first and clarified with each step she took. Normally she would choose to leave random jackets in the middle of the road, but the wind had chilled her to the bone and it provided a sense of a well worn youthfulness. It’s red leather went smoothly against her skin, the white lettering on the long sleeves spelled out “TIME TRAVELER” in big block letters. The jacket fit her perfectly, the sleeves even stopped at the edge of hir wrist, a rarity due to their size. And in an inside pocket she found an odd metal device about the size of her hand with several pint sized buttons around the edge and a shiny glass front.
“I just don’t love you anymore Laura, it’s really not that hard to understand that I love someone else.”
The woman that only had half of her body came over to where Luna was and pulled out the butcher knife that she had found on the dolls lap in the last room. “Stop this nonsense and let us go, or else!” the woman with half a body said. Suddenly, Jefferey snatched the butcher’s knife from the woman’s hands and swung it around and around. “You want to challenge me don’t you-” he suddenly stopped because he saw he accidentally hit the half woman. The woman was bleeding all over, the blood came down from her head and ran down her face, clothes, and even of the floor. She had a visible gaping wound in her head from the butcher knife. She was dead. “Sorry about that, at least it wasn’t any of you, right?” he asked hoarsely.
She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was
Moreover, my mother listened to all my fears and nightmares with patience which can only be admired. She covered my heart and soul with caring love. Her eyes were so soft, wandering, and full of comprehension when they focused on other people. My
Those warm summer nights after long days of camp were greatly anticipated events back then. My cousin and I itched with repressed energy throughout the long bus ride from various tri-state area attractions. We couldn’t wait to get home and see what types of shenanigans we could get into. We couldn’t wait to slide down the steep, blue-carpeted staircase on our bottoms, and then on our stomachs. Most of all, we couldn’t wait to go down to the basement. The basement was better than a toy store. Yes, the old-fashioned milk chute in the kitchen wall was enchanting, and the laundry chute was fun because it was big enough to throw down my sisters stuffed companions, so my cousin could catch them below in the laundry room, as our voices echoed up and down the chute. But the basement was better than all of these, better even than sliding down those stairs on rug-burned bottoms.
It was about his time, but before heading out he would consume his first of three meal rations of the day. This would include 1 ounce of meat or protein, 1 cup of vegetables, 1 cup of water, and 1 pill. It was not sure by anyone of the use of the pill other than it was required to be taken. It wasn’t very much food, and this wasn’t because the community was scarce on food, but to keep the people at a level of power of that wasn’t higher than the dormitory. The dormitory was composed of President Rein, his board of members, and the members of the militant force, who all backed the established political ideology of Purificent. After Simon completed the consumption of his beginning meal ration, he moved swiftly to the door and to the outside of Pod 17. All of the pods were 700ft2 , were all white and clean, and took the shape of a perfect box, where all dimensions were equal in length. Not only were the pods of this clean white shade, but most things conformed with the same theme of sterilized, bright cleanliness. The attire, the buildings, the ground held this clean finish of glossy white.