Summary Of Jakobce's Narrative-Cadence Is Ill

But those tender emotions full of peace were quickly replaced by waves of anxiety, ones that were diminished even sooner once she recognized the footsteps within

Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.

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

The shrill buzzing of the alarm clock startled Adrian and he fell from bed landing on the ground. As he lay on the cold, hard floor, the warm glow of the sun gave him a sense of relief after experiencing a devilish nightmare. It seemed no matter how many times he dreamt it; it still terrified him.

She stumbled once finally standing, her head banging against the bedside table before finally hitting the wood flooring. The sound of something falling was noted by her tired brain at the same time as the sharp pain in her hand when Norma laid a hand on the floor. There seemed to be a significant lag between actions and reactions as her troubled eyes swept through the bedroom. Throughout her blurred vision she saw blood on her hand and little silver things shining in the middle of that small red pool, deep in her flesh; she didn't exactly understood what the things were until she noticed glass shards on the floor. She grabbed the lamp with her uninjured hand and got up on shaky legs, ready to collapse at any

“I don’t mean the way she’s acting,” My wife sighed, now gingerly wrapping her thin, pale arms around me. “I think she’s sick. She’s been constantly coughing, wheezing, and hacking. It has been going on for a while now. ” I stiffened briefly before relaxing again.

“ It’s going to be fine, Asher Simmons. You’re going to be alright,” the doctor stated calmly and clinically. Ashley lied pale on the bed as she was being rolled into the hospital. Her vision blurry; the sounds of whirring machine and wails of her family in the background indicated where she was. Glimpses of her surroundings flashed before her eyes. Ashley was paralysed; a wave of gratitude and relief swept over her. Like everything in her life she was worried that the poison would be a disappointment, but now she was thankful knowing her death wouldn’t also be a failure.

The wind settled down, lowering itself to a whisper as she looked out into the darkness in front of her. As she stared, she saw a thick, black goo emerge from the nothing and start making its way towards her. She scuttled away from the thing as it picked up speed. Then it touched her. It was frighteningly warm as it crawled up her skin. It slithered around her foot and wrapped itself around her ankle. There it sat, unmoving. The slop sent a small tingle up her leg, like a small electric shock. Ever so slightly, she reached out her hand to remove it from her skin. She grabbed it, tugging at it, trying to pry it off. Then, it

Alessa woke up in a panic. Sweat was dripping from her face and her breathing was rapid. She looked down at her hands which were clenched onto the sheets on either side of her. She looked back up through her bedroom window which stretched from floor to ceiling. Outside the moonlight brightened the jagged peaks of the snowy mountains which overlooked the city of Athens. The snow that was falling made shadows on the floor and walls of her bedroom. Wind blew through the crack in the window and the drapes that hung from the top of her bed fluttered around her. Alessa inhaled deeply and then exhaled while taking in her surroundings. Her fingers unclenched from her sheets and her heart rate had slowly steadied. She intended to keep her mind blank,

Alice awoke to the sound of her own screaming. Her body shaking, scared, sweat dripping down her forehead. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling--- she picked one up, placed it over the other and pressed tightly to calm herself down. She glanced over at her clock. It read 3:47.

A crippled, throbbing wing shot memories of the changeling queen almost rending it off with sharp fangs. A splotch of mismatched, perpetually burnt flesh reminded her of the blast of chaos magic that Discord had managed to discharge at her despite being no more than a stone statue. A twisted horn filled with holes from when Tirek had attempted to steal her magic. When she coughed, it felt as though something inside her had been jarred loose, but she knew better; the unicorns might’ve been able to remove the crystal spear that one of Sombra’s soldiers had impaled her with, but they could not reverse the damage its enchanted head had done to her. It felt as though her own insides were trying to devour themselves, but fortunately her alicorn magic had prevented the sensation from escalating any further. Still,

Chloe collapsed onto the grimy floor and began to sob softly. Her thoughts were whirling through her head faster than a hurricane and her exhaustion wasn’t doing much to help her situation.

Before long, the dancers were all back in the dressing room changing. Once in their costumes with their hair and make-up finished, they sat down in the chairs against the wall waiting to be called out on stage. Becca tried blocking out the random conversations going on so she could think about how she felt when first entering the Crystal Ballroom. She had never been there before, but somehow she had dreamt about it, correct down to the smallest detail. The only things missing were the beautiful people and the sound of crystal clanking.

As the early morning stretched toward noon, the beautiful dark haired, Luna Griffin, sat in the kitchen yard of the Southern castle, the section of Grimland that was on one side very dark and on the other side very green, with a bowl of peaches and a sharp, thin knife. The juices gushed over her hands and clothing with each pit that she removed. She’d finally reached the last peach when a large cloud of green smoke burst from the woods in the distance. A sharp pain in her stomach twisted at the same instance. It mirrored the pain she’d felt the very morning of the Prince’s Glass Slipper Ball and the pain she’d felt when she turned fifteen and every birthday before that since she was ten years old. It came more often and more often and erratically

She peered through her barred window, counting the cars that went by. The street traffic below reminded her of the passing days; monotonous and dull. Repetitive, one after another. A tedious cycle. She wondered how her life had been reduced to this point, but she knew. She could never forget what had happened, as the memories replayed on a devastating loop inside her head. She saw flashbacks every time she closed her eyes, and the four simple white walls of the asylum she would be confined to for the remainder of her life served as no distraction.