The Luxurious Presidential Suite Was A Rarity Among These Aged Rails

As Oekeke awoke, he shifted in his bed with a pain coming from his chest. It wasn’t a pain that made you clench up and scream, he knew from that moment something was very wrong. He tried to open his at last, from when he awoke his eyes were still weary but it seemed as though he was stuck in time. His heart pumped faster and his mind was propelling from left to right to across the back and back. All he could think of was his family, but with such confusion he could hardly focus on the realty of his situation. It was a sensation he’d never felt ever before, and as he saw his life flash by him he knew the only thing he could do was to wait it out. The old man finally grasped control of his life covered in sweat and disorientation. He asked

Suddenly my eyes flew open, the coldness slowly lingered away. My body felt warm. Almost as warm as how my mouth felt the last time I had sipped on my grandmother's tea. My grandmother always told me to have faith and to believe in the end everything would be alright. I felt the frigid saltwater against my skin. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t quite recall what had happened nor where I was. All that I could recall was hearing screams of innocent children and parents trying to comfort

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

My equilibrium and balance appeared off, the unusual blanket of darkness impaired my sight. The smell of burnt wood, the heat in the door and the horrible taste of charcoal in my mouth was horrid. There were four children and our cousin who had spent the night, a total of five children innocently unaware of the danger lurking around us. Being the oldest, I recognized the need for everyone to move quickly outside. Therefore, I began moving towards he hallway

Unlike the garish presidents before him, Jefferson wished to partake in a less formal form of presidency. Instead of an exquisite and classy coach, Jefferson walked behind the Maryland militia, and he even had his clerk read his inaugural addresses to Congress (pg. 192). “[Jefferson] entertained his guests in informal attire, wearing a pair of worn leather slippers,” which stunned guests due to the peculiar ways of him (pg. 192). To Jefferson, this was his way to make a presidency that was unlike England’s monarchy; however, Jefferson’s ideals were belittled due to his very own dwelling. Jefferson’s house, the Monticello that he designed himself, conveyed the most elegant establishments only a wealthy aristocrat could behold, which displayed

I screamed and stood up. I backed into the corner. He walked closer while saying in a very distorted and scary voice

My hospital bed was ice cold and the bleak and empty white walls depressed me as the uncomforting thought that I would have to stay here for maybe another week brought tears to my eyes. The usual and oppressive smell of disinfectant lingered in the room as I recalled that night in my head, trying to convince myself it wasn’t my fault, as I had done everyday since the accident. It was the day everything changed and my life was turned upside down. Forever.

When we headed up to her room to prepare for bed, the night hit rock bottom. It started with her ranting about how mad and upset she was with me, but the second I tried to explain that I’d done nothing, and didn’t deserve her comments all night long, it escalated quickly. Her shrieks projected off the ceiling, echoing throughout the room; I swear the whole block could hear her. Suddenly, the heat of the atmosphere rose: tension. My heart raced. My body paralyzed.

As muscles tightened and head throbbed, all that was on my mind was the fear I would never be able to get up again. Very thankful for the time with friends, it never crossed my mind something like this could happen. My heart was racing like it wasn’t going to stop, and then it hit me like a brick wall. There I was lying on the hard earth staring at the blurred trees stuttering around me like a slow motion video. Driving up to trollhaugen on this frostbitten arctic February day felt like a century as all the kids had been looking forward to this day forever. Laughing and playing games was our way to pass time as well as occasionally glancing out into the bleak fields of grass. Pulling into Trollhaugen’s parking lot lit up our faces like children

My bedroom door was shut, which was odd because I always kept it open to make my apartment cold because it had the only window in the place. I got up, abandoning my position at my threadbare couch, from the thrift shop downtown, stumbling over the bump in the carpet that’s been there for what seems like centuries. I pushed on my door, which was trapped against something. I slammed my weight against the thin, wooden door which broke on contact. The first thing I saw where Nancy’s eyes staring blankly at me. She had clumsily tied an extension cord around her neck which had bruised purple and blue along where the cord stretched. I sighed, crouched down and phoned the police, and resumed my position on the couch. Again, I was escorted to a police car but the seat was not as comfortable as I had remembered. The car was dark and musty, reminiscent of the dark alleyways I skirted every night. I was put in a cell, but I did not know why, I had not killed Kelly. She was pushed to the part of my brain where I never let myself go, the one with Daddy and Mama. The jail looked a lot like the one I had to go into with Mama to look the murderer in his eyes, but while I had been expecting anger and hatred, I got tear-filled, sad eyes as he pounded on the glass divide, separating my Mama and I from the person that killed my dad. I heard

It sounded like a animal in distress. I got up and stood at around 7 ft tall I had the strength of ten men. I walked toward the direction the man ran too, he had a gun and threatened to shoot

In the beginning, he felt nothing, only his psyche floated about; as it prevailed, he felt faint. Eventually, his senses began waking, but then something blazed through him. The sound of several sonorous sirens permeated the air like a banshee; it’d engulfed several of his other senses, shoving them aside, devouring them, making them seem as though they were never there. However, there was one feeling that he could perceive just as clearly as the noise of the ambulance and police, the cold. A frigid feeling bit into his soul; even though he couldn’t tell what time it was, he was sure that it was in the beginning of summer. Regardless, the immense cold that bore into his very being was needless to say, very

“The new West Baden stands today, risen like the phoenix from the ashes of despair to the very acme of its olden joy. The new hotel building of West Baden Springs Company might very properly be called the Eighth Wonder of the World.” (O’Malley 47) Beautiful and magnificent, this wonder survived several generations of deterioration and vandalism. During the eighty years its doors opened to acquire guests, the West Baden Springs Hotel occupied a significant place in the pattern of the mid-American social living and reflected social zest and customs of the American people (1). The West Baden Springs Hotel--often considered the “Eighth Wonder of the World”--flourished for years as the rich, the notorious, and the famous flooded the gates of West

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

As my clammy hands steadily gripped the blanket, images from the last thirty nights flashed simultaneously through my head. My hands shook rapidly, as if the blood in my veins were about to erupt through my skin. Despite the unpleasantly cold winter's night, sweat traced the contours of my face. The adrenaline flooding through my veins heightened my senses; I could