The Death Of Oliver King

A splash of cold water hit Kelly’s face with a jolt. It felt good, reminded her that she was still alive. The bathroom tile felt cool to the touch, and she placed my wet palms on the counter for balance. A thin raised line etched down her finger, and she wondered how long the scar would last. It was ugly. A constant reminder of the past year. How could a single year of a person’s life leave such scars? But it wasn’t the surface wounds she was worried about; it was the deeper kind. The permanent kind.

He struggled to find comfort for his back, and couldn’t help wincing. He heaved a sigh of agony and placed his head on the pillow, lied on his back, rather uncomfortably, closed his beady eyes and speechlessly waited for that moment to arrive. Heavy footsteps ware approaching. Their shoes clap rhythmically on the floor.

The saying goes, Politics will be the death of you. But could this actually be a dark secret of Governor Hall’s death?

He slowly dragged himself towards the cot, holding onto his stomach. He sniffled a bit while climbing up to lie down. The leaking pipe had dripped onto his pillow making it to wet for Isaac to sleep on. He kept his head away from the pillow, lying down while

“Milkman stood before his mirror and glanced, in the low light of the wall lamp, at his reflection. He was, as usual, unimpressed with what he saw. He had a fine enough face. Eyes women complimented him on, a firm jaw line, splendid teeth. Taken apart it looked all right.

“So this is where he works?” I asked through gritted teeth, staring at Blake from across the table. He told me everything there was to know about Talia Evers the other day, along with several fun facts about Staten Island that I would’ve been happy not knowing. Him being him, he seemed to have a natural knack for knowing girls better than they knew themselves. But when he brought up her older brother, who I remembered as her uninvited ‘guest’ to my birthday party, things took an interesting turn.

Arising from her perch, she held out her hand for her date to grace with his lips. There was a slight pause as she did, her brow quirking up expectantly as she held his gaze. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do, since there was something in his eyes that reminded her of his brother. However, in that same breadth, she found herself glancing away -- the memories of the masquerade too fresh, too soon. “Everett,” she greeted, a playful smile ghosting across her lips as she pointedly glanced at her outstretched hand. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. I wish I could have found a more convenient time for us both -- but, in light of recent events, such an endeavor seems more or less

“What?” he barked as he finally turned towards her. As he loomed over her, standing at the foot of their bed, buried in his cellphone, she got her first good look at him for the day. She took in his ragged demeanor; his dirty worn out clothes too large for his scrawny frame. Through a tear in his pants she could see a cut on his leg, no doubt attained by begging on the streets of St. Louis. She never saw him do it anymore but there was no doubt in her mind that he had kept that habit, among others. His disheveled black hair was covered by a grimy nondescript

On April 4, 1968 just after 6 p.m. a single shot rang out striking Martin Luther King Jr. dead. He was standing on the balcony of his hotel room at the Lorraine Motelin Memphis, Tennessee. Martin Luther was in Memphis to support a workers’ strike. He was about to go to dinner before he was shot, he was pronounced dead at the Memphis

After using the toilet, he washed his hands, and then splashed some water onto his face to refresh himself. He eyed himself in the mirror. A mangled face stared back. Nothing was right, as usual. One corner of his mouth was set in a permanent droop, and his skin, so marred by scars, looked as if someone had painted his skull with thick smears of uneven paint. Apparently he’d been in a car accident as a very young child, and this was the doctors’ best attempt at damage

It was now after six in the evening, and he hadn’t stopped all day…had barely stopped all week. In addition to dealing with new work commitments, he’d been fielding calls from his wife’s – soon to be ex-wife’s – lawyer. And his own lawyer. The divorce was going to be settled quickly, at least. He wanted that much, and Alisa was good for that much; she didn’t want it to drag on, either. He knew he should eat and relax…he needed to freshen up, first. He pulled his suit coat off and headed into the bathroom…and just looked at himself in the

“Aw thanks dad, I really appreciate it, but in order to go to school I have to be clothed...” Riley awkwardly, but politely cajoled. Her dad exited her colorful room without unwillingness, so she wouldn’t start the morning off with an attitude like her identical twin brother, like Casey did when their dad wished him a happy birthday in his filthy room “to interrupt his sleep” as Casey would call it when he shouted at his dad. Like every morning, Riley gazed into the round mirror

Joan handed him a small hand mirror. “It’s better, and you’ll be able to breathe through it, but I’m sorry to say it’ll never sit perfectly straight again. But how many men can brag they’ve been punched in the face by a king and lived to talk about it?”

The combined noises of my alarm clock and my mother calling me, along with the smell of coffee, forced me awake. I sat in bed for a minute, rubbing my eyes and working up the nerve to step out from under my warm blankets, then swung my feet onto the floor and headed groggily into the kitchen.

Of course we had to save the best for last. “Arrow” is one of greatest shows of our generation in its respective genre. I could write 10 pages, maybe more, just on how great of a show this is. It essentially started everything the CW is doing with superhero shows. It helped create the spinoff of “The Flash” and “DC Legends of Tomorrow”, which features many characters brewing from Arrow and Flash. The main thing “Arrow” did was get fans excited about superhero shows again. Since “Smallville”, one of the most successful live action superhero shows ended, fans did not think they would ever get another show like it, but they found a replacement in “Arrow”.