Subway Descriptive Writing

Learning to fight for your life was easier than this. Though the life was difficult in itself nothing came close to the difficulty of watching someone you love walk away, it seemed to only get harder even if it was your fault in the end. Pushing people away was a specialty of his and when it actually worked it was earth shattering. The silence pointed out the flaws that he’d managed to go without noticing with her by his side but now they screamed at him yet again. He was back to the self-destructive, sacrificial, self-loathing creature he always was. Though he always knew his family was broken it wasn’t even close to this damaged. He wasn’t the only one that felt the loss, his brother had lost someone as well. It was a feeling in the air

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

“Hey! Are you ready to go get your treatment?” Eve said with a mix of excitement and fear.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

“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

No response. Raising her voice, “Please Dorcas answer me!” The women put their arms underneath the limp body and carry her to a bed. Many are crying, others in shock, a few leave to track down someone who can help.

“Tell me more than that! You should know these kind of things. Is she going to have to stay at the hospital?”

The surgery recovery would not be instant after the extensive repair to Jarrod’s damaged knee. He’d planned to meet Alana that night and recite the poem he was writing for her, but while recovering, his language changed. His sentiments detoured to self-pity and his heart bled in his journal.

Saturday afternoon , Sam and Colleen arrive at the hospital to visit Erika. Henry leaves to run some errands and give them alone time together . Erika's skin looks pale from her accident , her eyes and mouth wide open , she takes a deep breath every two minutes. Her mom Mrs. White sits in the chair next to her holding on to her hand as she cries. “ Is she gonna be OK?” “ I don't know , the doctors say she's in a state of shock , something scared her to where she is like this .” Sam goes up to Erika holding her hand . “ Erika its me Sam , we miss you , I miss you.” He gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers in her ear. “ I'll get Scratch for this , even if it takes my last breath.”

Warily, I walked over to where my father was standing right outside the school, waiting for Cole and I, when I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, due to the fact he never wore shades. When we were to the pick-up my whole family was in there. Noticing, when I jumped in the pick-up, my mother also had shades on. Anxiously, I sat there attentively for the longest second of my life, then my father stammered to us that grandfather had passed away. Countless emotions were running through me, overwhelmed; I didn’t know what to think, raving; owing to they said he was going to be adequate, grieving; due to I didn’t get to talk t6o my grandfather before he passed

She had not seen him do it, but she knew all the same. It was written all over his face, his flaws inscribed in his freckles, writing a story of guilt. Aurelia suffocated on air that would not reach her lungs. She believed that everything he said was probably half-hearted, half a lie, but she still wanted to believe in the half-truths. She wanted to fall in love for the first time, and she did not care if it was with a boy that did not need her, or want her. He had once told her that he could not bear to think about anyone hurting her, but last night had hurt her beyond any pain anyone had ever caused her, and she believed she had undergone a lot of pain throughout her life. She was ill, tears making her sicker, and she lay down in bed, holding her breath, trying to make herself pass out so that she would not have to deal with being awake with a broken heart. She waited, suffocating on sadness, and she wondered if she would die from a lack of oxygen. She did not know if her heart was still beating. She wanted to be in love, but more than that, she wanted him to love

It had been twelve days since the accident, and with every minute that had passes Jordan thinks he’s getting closer to losing his mind. His chest had constricted when he had seen her limp, doll-like form stretched out on the operating table, the beep of the machine the only thing giving any sign of her still living. The doctors’ faces had been grim, telling him that she had a chance, but it was a slim

As usual, he beat me to the bottom and crashed on a pile of leaves. The round started to tremble and my heart started to shake. “What’s happening”, Jonathan asked as hé followed.” I don’t know, What are you doing here?”, I asked. We raced to the bottom and there was, the hole that swallowed us all together in a blink of an eye. At moment everything changed. I yelled for the name of Jonathan, instead of seeing him come to me in my rescue, their he was lying on the floor. “ Aicha I knew you left and I knew why, but when heard you came back I couldn’t believe it. You look more beautiful than ever.”, he choked in every word. I didn’t know where the blood was coming from, it was everywhere. “ I know why she died? You were right I Keats believed you, but your uncle Damian didn’t do it.”, he said as every single teardrop landed on my shirt. His head near my chest, I was confused. “Where are you bleeding?”, I asked in anger. A glimpse a light shined and there was the bullet in his chest. “Listen to me, he’s here with us here, he did it to Faith. He shot me from telling you.” He was gone. I tried everything, in the end there I was, sitting in his blood trying to hold it together. Before he died he said I was right, Faith was raped, but by the person who was with us. “ Christopher”, I whispered to myself. Everything became even more darker and more silent until the only thing I heard was my heart

Alison was sitting in the Rec Room at 2am the same night, staring out at the city. She didn't want to go to the roof, she couldn't go back to the roof. It reminded her of Noel, and Noel was gone. She sat on the window sill, with her legs pulled to her chest. She had been sitting there since she had taken a shower. It took forever for the water going down the drain to turn clear. She cried the whole time, to a point she was out of tears.

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY This report provides an in-depth analysis of the conduct of a market research project exploring customer expectation, satisfaction and behaviour in relation fast food restaurants. Particular attention is paid to Subway restaurants outlining the key strategies needed in order to increase popularity and therefore visitor numbers.