The Chapter Of Chapter Short Story

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

“God is Dead!!” this quote was said by John Proctor, an important character from The Crucible, when he was accused of witchcraft by Mary Warren. John Proctor is married to Elizabeth Proctor. They had three children together all boys. Mr. proctor had an affair with Abigail Williams behind his wife's back.

Maybe it's the red light, but everywhere I look, the walls bleed more blood than a wall should ever bleed. It calls to me and I see faces. I see Richard and Wesley and Astrid and other men, women and children. Their blood paints these walls and the guards don’t even give a second thought to the brushes they hold. I am thrown into a pitch black room.

across the room upstairs. Through the cracks in the floorboards I saw a large shadow with a

When the maid found a ladder I can use, she brought it to me. She still didn't notice those guys following her. As my hand touched the cold metal, I felt someone behind me. I thought it was the maid so I didn't bother to look back. Next, I felt someone yanking me back, then I got tied up so tight, blood was dripping. After they put me in the car, I started to think about Mina again, I also started to regret getting out of the room. When I got to Dracula I noticed a gray door in the back of the room. As everyone was talking in the corner of the building , I decided to slowly go to the door being as quiet as

“Art is making something out of nothing and selling it.” - Frank Zappa. Frank Vincent Zappa was born December 21, 1940. He was born in Baltimore, Maryland and famously known for being a Music Producer, Director, Songwriter and most importantly, a Guitarist. His father was a mathematician and a chemist which cause the family to always be moving into new homes frequently, Zappa was all over the place as a child. His father always inspired him to get into the same work and when Zappa was young he always attempted to make new gadgets and become an inventor, but that shortly turned into the build up of his music. When Zappa was in this phase of invention he and his father we’re always exposed to chemicals that may have affected his health, the

As dawn began to break across the beautiful sky, I heard the powerful iron doors of the main building being closed and locked. Dawn to me is the most beautiful part of the day. Colors streaming across the sky make me forget about the horrors of the world. Under me I heard some sort of loud bombs or grenades being thrown into the lowest hall and exploding there; they seemed to make only smoke, but they may have been incendiaries. Later, the ground floor began to burn a scorching heat. Perhaps benzene or petrol had been poured around. Sadly I was still lying among the bodies of others. The bodies smelled awfully and were terribly wounded. Since they were wounded I got streaks of blood on my face and body.

When we were finally up the stairs, I took a breath and opened the grayish looking door to see gloomy darkness. I started grasping the wall for a light switch. I press it and the light comes alive. I let my eyes adjust and we peered around there was nothing to be seen but my

A cry echoed from the heart of an old abandoned building. Quiet wails filled the empty hallways, the haunting echo ringing in my ears. Quickly, I whipped my head around to look for signs of possible footprints, or another soft whimper perhaps. “What could be causing such weeping?” was the first thought that entered in my train wreck of a mind. Suddenly, a pungent stench of fear filled my nose as I wandered about the maze of halls, my focus on the small trail of blood leading down the hallways. Perception and keened sensed activated for me as adrenaline rushed through my nerve-stricken body. As I darted about, scurrying around with senses on edge, I found in front of me a large room with towering ceilings.

a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I glance at the clock hung on the wall. It’s only 12:17. Still half of a day to get through.Cal turns in his chair, so he is facing me. He sighs. “When I said that you don’t have any idea what you’re up against, I literally meant just that. Queenstrial isn’t just finding the strongest girl, it’s about finding the girl that will be best for Norta.”

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not

I wanted to scream and run. I wanted out of there, no matter what I had to do. I knew that running out of the room would make me look psychopath, and so would screaming my head off. Suddenly, the room felt different. It almost seemed… lighter. Like the air had been changed. I could talk and move now that I wasn’t paralyzed with crippling fear. There was the same blue-black shadow in the middle of the room that I had saw the first time anything happened. The more I looked at it, the more I could see certain features, like a small, pointy nose and large eyes. It was a young adult, probably about twenty-five. She was wearing a long, flowy dress with an apron over it. My heart fluttered. I felt an immense feeling of

The toe-curling shout had echoed through the lab, it ordinarily caused a few of the scientist with white painted coats to jump a little at the sound.

He lead me to a room with dark colossal walls that resembled a cave. It had the same ominous atmosphere. I scanned the room with dubious eyes, taking in the ash-colored

Big business has a constructive influence on America. Large corporations contribute much more to a country’s economic well being than smaller ones. Bigger corporations are more productive, pay higher salaries and hourly, generate more jobs, and are more successful in international markets. However, not everyone believes that big business has a positive impact for the US. Some hold to the opinion that big business will never be as effective as small businesses. However, as J. D. Harrison, who covers startups, small business and entrepreneurship for the Washington Post, states that even though people believe that small business is the backbone of our nation, yet “companies with more than 500 workers employed about 45 percent of the workforce yet contributed 65 percent of the jobs created since 1990” (The Washington Post, 2013). This is not to discredit the influence of small business in the US. In fact, they are an essential part of our society. Small business have created and maintained thousands of jobs in the last half century. But we will focus on big business in this discussion. What is the history of big business in the US, and what were the fruitful results, as well harmful ones? What about the political side of big business, and finally, are there ethical associations when it comes to large corporations?