She's Sick: A Fictional Narrative

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

I sprinted up the stairs, taking no time to stop for breakfast. I had to make it to the factory by 5 or I’d be beaten. The fear of punishment gave me extra speed as I ran out the door into the smoggy darkness. As I ran, I tied back my long blonde hair with the ribbon tied around my wrist. I ran down the cobblestone street, careful not to step in any of the piles of mud. The streets were devoid of carriages, anybody rich enough to own a horse wasn’t getting up this early. The only people I shared the streets with were other children and adults going to work.

Crumpled newspapers scattered the table like the bones of dead bodies after war. Windows wiped down of memories huddled between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A whisper of wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering it's songs of misery throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness to fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. My feet dragged along the stone floor like the walking of the undead. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers.

Zack reached down and pulled the handle. He had to use his shoulder to get the door open. He gritted out a cry of pain as he got out and leaned against one of Monty’s cars. Tina managed to scoot out and hit the pavement. She looked over at Garrett to see his full attention was on the car in front of him. Zack managed to get the backseat opened and ushered Tina inside first. He crawled in after her and pulled the door closed. “I’m getting the two of them to the hospital. Move to block him in. Cops are on the way,” the driver said over a radio. A couple of other voices came back over the radio with a ‘Roger that’ and then they were off.

I knew the groom-to-be, but I didn’t know his fiancé very well. I thought her name was Missy. Missy sounded familiar, so that is the name I put on the card. To Paul and Missy.

“Shut up! I’m going in there and nobody’s going to stop me! I’m taking Rick with me!”

I am in a hospital I thought to myself as I came into consciousness. I push

Walking outside in the bright warm morning, I look up at the bright blue sky as the birds fly above my neighborhood. Opening my car door from my keys, I crouch down to step into my car. I sent my car to it's normal morning route and it stars me on my way to school. As my auto driving car sets out to school, I touch up on my

Next, I’m going to tell you about how she became so sick. So my mom took her to have her “school vaccinations “after a couple days prior to the shots she was sick with flu like symptoms, such as fever and headaches. She slept all day and wouldn’t eat much for almost a week, of course since her health didn’t improve my mom took her to the emergency room, they then told my mom that she was just sick with the in season flu. Well she didn’t get any better instead her health detoriated, now she was complaining about being short on breath and her chest having pain. So after numerous phone calls to the doctor and my aunt who s a nurse practitioner, my mom took her to the emergency room one again, from there she was air lifted to Scottish Rite Children’s Hospital after two weeks of being treated for pneumonia we thought she was coming home and that she had gotten better, but that wasn’t

The following morning the crisp air and golden sun flowed brilliantly into her room through the open window. The posts of the window where scratched up wood with an old part of a blond colored sheet covering it. Her sleepy eyes blinked slowly as the day began. After a whole evening and morning with the thought of school, a tornado of yes, no, maybe, and back again spiraling around. This went on about the dreary feeling morning. Her usual smile upside down and the sides drooping far down. When she finally got up and out of the rickety, springy feeling frame of the puffy stuffing, cloud like bed. Hesitantly climbing down the ladder

I don’t know if Mother has told you, but Izabella wishes to send you some of my art. I would appreciate it if you let her. I haven’t told her your address yet, so I am waiting to hear back from you.

Crumpled newspapers were scattered across the table like the tail of a peacock. Windows wiped down of memories were huddled in between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A calm wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my normally sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers. Yet answers had been as hard to find as a  black cat in a coal cellar.‘One year’ I announced, trying to force a joyful tone, but

“Clay, I know you’re having a hard time grieving, but she’s gone. And there’s nothing we can do about it” Tony replies back seriously

There was not much time to reflect on the matter as I exited the bus. It was a dry, cold autumn day . The air stung my face as I exited. On the path to my house I went under a broken down billboard, then in between a tree and a chain linked fence. On the other side of the

I was sitting next to sickly White older couple at the awesome and excellent Bala Folclorico Afro-Bahia Dancing, Drumming and Singing Group Show on Saturday, February 20, 2017 at 8pm. The White elderly couple was wiping their noses the entire show, especially the women. A rare moments that I have been nausea and with an upset stomach (vomited a couple of times). I had no coughing, fever and mucus---again, just in a nausea and upsets stomach health state. I was down to 70%, however I am now up to 90% in my health state and will be up to 100% after Mojo and I take a nce-nice sunny walk in Valley Green at 12pm--when the All Mighty Sun is really bright at High-Noon.