Her eyes shot open at the noise of a loud clunk, not that her eyes were being put to much use because there was nothing around her but darkness. As she reached both her arms out, she discovered two walls on either side of her.
Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.
Months later after confronting herself, Vanessa took on a wonderful job, the engagement is back on, and she is now being extremely social again. She is now planning vacations and enjoying the good things in life. The best part of her day seems to be listening to others and enjoying simple conversations. Her goals seems so close she can taste it. Vanessa knows now that it's hard-work and dedication that she needs. These day Vanessa is in love with the person she grew to be. She can now look in the mirror and see the beautiful, glowing and intelligent woman that was there all
As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.
Using the dim light from her cell phone as a guide, she somehow reached the light switches, and turned on the light. Then she looked around the living room. And screamed....
Sticking to the wall, she keeps her eyes on the ceiling to try and find any hidden security cameras like he had shown her before. Once she decides that it’s all clear, she makes her move; feet discreetly moving her down the hall. Teeth bite into her bottom lip as the nervousness racks her petite frame while her brain is swimming in a swamp of thoughts.
As she went back into the crowd of people the noise of tears and fear hit her ears ,her mind began turning again on how she was going to get in there without getting caught. Then she remembered the back way that her and Bailey would always use when they came right after school. She snuck around the crowd of people and ran to the other entrance.When she arrived
Darkness dissolved the light behind her, the last of it casting a moteless edge through the air. As she rounded the path, even this vanished; its only evidence a lingering glow that crept around the curve behind her. After some distance Alexa could no longer see her feet where they landed. At night the presence of the sky in its varying moods had illuminated the world, and so she had felt her place in it. But this black did not give away its shape, size, or direction. The only anchor she had to the physical was the wall at her side. She dared not remove her hand from it, that she might not find it again.
Suddenly, a blinding flash expanded within the room, it was blindingly bright. Cleo gasped and grabbed for Thomas, there was a loud commotion in a distant room. Nervously, Cleo stood and started groping her way to the door, the light began to slowly recede. Cleo stood up and flowed the shrinking orb down the hall, nurses and doctor were running in and out of an overwhelmingly radiant room. She could hear trays and staff alike falling to the ground in an attempt to settle the glare. As the light retracted further, she was able to distinguish whose room it was as Penelope slowly came into
The poem “Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost discusses the ideas of physical and emotional isolation. The first stanza suggests that the narrator is not only alone and shrouded in darkness, but also isolated and walking in the rain. The narrator illustrates literal physical and emotional isolation as he or she passes “by the watchman on his beat,” and drops his or her eyes, thus avoiding all contact with the watchman (Frost 5). This explains the narrator does not want to come in contact with anyone. The speaker heads out at night because “nighttime is a period of feeling total isolation” (Monahan).
The echoes of her shoes scurried away, climbing up the walls and throwing themselves from the tops of lockers back at her. She focused on the bouncing thuds of her steps. When Cecelia did that, the hallway was empty, but the moment her attention was diverted, the shadows hardened into bodies and the bodies focused into faces and the faces sharpened into twisting sneers.
After an hour of impatient waiting, she finally hears footsteps approaching her room. She quickly runs to check her make up and then opens the door before the servants even had a chance to knock on it.