Short Story : T. A. R. I. S. '

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

As well as lighting, sound was used very effectively to stage the story. For example “echoes” were created in the alleyways, to make us think that Eddie’s house was a long way away. These echoes were also used to symbolise Eddie’s loneliness. This could show that there is emptiness in Eddie’s heart that can only be filled by a close friend or a brother. There was a bold use of sound especially in scary, dramatic or important scenes. This added to the drama of the overall performance, it made the audience feel a variety of emotions. In the scene when Mrs. Lyons tries to murder Mrs. Johnston, the sound affects really emphasised how Mrs. Lyons was feeling and her sheer madness. The use of surround sound made me feel like I was in the scene and it made the whole performance much more realistic.

A call came at 10 saying that there was no need for an additional doctor yet because of how slow the emergency room was that day. We were eventually told to come in at 12:00 though, but the fact that the amount of time you're made to work directly correlates to how busy the E.R. is was a weird concept to me. The way the emergency room is laid out is with a central station of desks with a wall separating the two haves. Surrounding the desks are the patients room. As a doctor, you simply wait until a patient is set up in a room by nurses and then claim the patient in the system. Each patient has a description of their pain complaint in the computer along with a ranked emergency level. After claiming the patient, the doctor go to see them in there room. When a Doctor visits a patients room, they do exactly what one thinks they would do— they ask questions. It was interesting to note how differently my father and Dr. James went about these interviews. Dr. James was more of a talking, “why don't you tell me what the issue is” kind of doctor. She let the patients talk but gently guided the conversations. She was very nice and would explain exactly what she meant in basic, social terms. On the other hand, my father was computer-like efficient in his investigation. He would always ask the same set of specific questions in each case no matter what the problem was. He would always be the one in charge and almost a bit callus in his method. That’s not to say

No screaming, no whispering; only the scraping of metal against glass. I looked around the room. No one seemed bothered by the disturbance that occurred only seconds before.

The heavy sounds of an epic orchestral piece vibrated through the tiny speakers before I could stop them. The sudden blast had almost caused an emotional meltdown, my sensitive hearing not quite accustomed to the barrage, but I fought through the cacophonous pain and found Good Vibrations.

For a moment the ship stayed just floating in space then it began its steep descent into the deep dark trenches of space. The ship fell for what felt like years until it finally crashed on a hard surface. Kamila, who had bloody nose and left leg was completely shattered, looked around at the now wrecked ship. The entire back of the craft was flattened the only that was visible was the long trail of blood trickling down. Kamila slowly crawled to the intercom and dialed 33284 on the intercom. Nothing happened. She dialed again and again and again and again and once more and another, but… nothing happened. She sat staring at the blank intercom in complete disbelief then she began to sob. Now realizing she was stranded in space with no one to help, and little oxygen left she began to sob harder and harder until she began hyperventilating. While wiping her tears something caught her eye, there was a piece of a spacecraft outside. But it wasn’t a piece of her spacecraft… it was another spacecraft. “How could it be though,” she thought, “ what other spacecraft has cras-...” She didn’t even finish her thought before realizing. She looked down at the intercom once more and understood that 30 years no calls were received because the calls weren’t meant to be received.  She realized that the call she just made didn’t go through not because it was busted but because it wasn’t made to go through. She realized what Joe meant when he said that she would find out eventually what 33284 meant. And as she sat there all bloodied and wounded, she realized she wasn’t sent out to find life on Mars she was sent to

As we walked into the operating room, healthcare professionals reminded me to stay two feet away from the patient. Nurses, doctors, and the patient herself along with her husband were present in the room. The alarming statement that Dr. Shelton uttered revolved in my head. Surgery was about to begin, so I figured there was not enough time to ask questions due to my extreme curiosity.

“Trauma three? This is the lab. I have a haematocrit on patient 106. It’s fourteen” broke a voice on the intercom.

Sound provides an excellent descriptor for an audience member. The elements of diegetic and non-diegetic sound can elaborate a scene with size, scope and time passage. As off-screen (non-diegetic) and on-screen (diegetic) sound is portrayed the scene is enhanced to give the viewer a better idea of how they should view the film.

Another aspect of sound in this film was how it affected the story. By using sound dramatically in certain parts and not using it at all in other parts, sound gave this story an entity of its own. For example, during long stretches of film with mostly dialogue, there was no music played in the background, only a phone ringing in the distance, or the men's voices during their deliberation. These long silences also took place during editing shots of the town and images that surrounded this German city. This dramatic difference in sound was a revelation of how mood can be made by images and sound put together to make an incredible component.

The first few days back for Emily have been busy and I haven't stayed true to getting my email out daily. I will be consistent from here out in getting information to all of you and apologize for the lack of communication her first 3 days.

“Well, during the treatment, I am distant, almost like I am not in the room.”

Hi Guys!!! This is my first time writing a story hohoho, so please be forgiving if I made any mistakes and do correct me if u spot any:) Anyways, without further ado, let's dive in to chapter 0!!

However, his attention had been drawn to the remarkable way the machines were being flown, observing them keeping together and going over and under each other several times, separating and meeting up again. He watched as the machine that had been higher suddenly dived down while the other appeared to shoot upwards. The looked as though they were flying directly towards each other at a height of about 500ft. He thought that they were going to do a double loop the loop but to his astonishment they met with a crash and dropped to the earth, one tail first, the other upside down.

The leather flight chair enclosed Olbarwulf in its embrace like an old friend which, all things considered, it might as well be. The blaring klaxons, the stamping flight boots, and the incessant shouting filtered through the cockpit canopy. All were familiar to him. And yet, even after all these years of deployment, the constant din still was still unnerving. Exhaling slowly, Olbarwulf leaned back, feeling through his coarse mane, feeling for the socket at the base of his neck. When did I last go under? he queried, touching the depression, thumbing the optic and data input cables. He needed to go under, to feel the Thunderbolt as a part of him, to fly. He yearned for that kind of freedom. But it would have to wait. His co-pilot was late, and a failure to launch fully crewed would land Olbarwulf directly in the sights of a commissar.