The Story Of Logan O Brien's Kidnap Catastrophe

He recoiled and turned his arm over to find that the source of the pain was a dull-white worm about the size of his thumb already halfway burrowed into his flesh! He gasped and quickly grasped at it with his thumb and forefinger, but the thing was fast and had already gotten under his skin. Horrified, Logan took a clumsy step backward and lost his balance, tumbling over the side of the wagon and landing in a heap on the hard dirt. He scrambled to his knees and struggled to remove his pack, fumbling and bumbling as the immediacy of the moment caused him to rush his actions, while, the excruciating pain did nothing to improve his concentration.

As soon as McMurphy arrives on the ward, he challenges Nurse Ratched’s abusive regime in hopes of restoring humanity and the rights of the individual. It didn’t take long

A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his

After his lunch break, Tom didn’t have long to wait before the paramedics burst in through the swinging double-doors of the ambulance bay wheeling in a young man on a gurney. Edward, a veteran EMT, recited the vital signs to Tom and Dr. Greene as they helped push the gurney into the trauma room,

Derek screams while thrusting himself into a sitting position in the uncomfortable hospital bed, and the pain which he felt earlier commenced. A nurse ran in and began checking Derek’s vitals making sure that his body wasn't in shock or shutting down. “Your fine,” the nurse with bags under her gray eyes stated. “Don’t yell unless you are dying.”

When McMurphy learns that most of the patients are voluntarily in the hospital by talking with Harding McMurphy gets a puzzled look on his face then softly says,“are you bullshitting me” to Harding which states his shock then later get up and louder says the same thing(194). McMurphy thought that the people on the ward were all there by force and wanted to get out but when he learns that they stay voluntarily he loses it because the whole time he was trying to get them to stand up for themselves. According to Billy Bibbit who says,“if I had the guts” he could get out of the ward now if he wanted to his,“ mother is a good friend of Miss Ratchet” and because of it he could get an AMA signed that afternoon. He also says that because McMurphy is,“so

He stripped off his shirt and vest and poured water from his canteen over the gash on his side. The bullet drew a lot of blood, but the wound wasn’t deep. He would’ve asked Miss Collins to stitch him up, except he figured he’d riled her enough. She might

Logan chimed in about her grandiose treehouse, and then they looked to Leo. She had nothing to say, she never had anything to say, but they looked at her with such trivial excitement! It was more than she could bare, caring about the two. But, it was too late now, she adored them, so she closed her eyes and waited for a memory to grant her something to say. Once her mind was at ease, a dollhouse came into view. It was heartfelt and handmade by her father; he presented it to her with the biggest, proudest grin on his cheeky

Claire’s was the first face I saw. Covered in tears, she clutched her mouth with her trembling hand. Next I directed my gaze towards my father, his arms firmly wrapped around my distraught mother. He held her as if he was afraid he would lose her next. The panic on their faces sent my head even further into a spiral. My vision blurred as I fell down a rabbit hole of fear and emotion. Disoriented, I stumbled over my

Imagine taking your young child with you to run errands. You race into Target and then are delayed as you search for the one item you need. In that one moment, your child walks off to find the toy section. You begin to search around you and then quickly become frantic. Your mind takes you places you have always feared. What if someone has taken my baby? This scene and other similar to it are far too familiar in our world.

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

I’ll do anything, please!” he screams. “Who’s after you, Nephew? What are you doing?” my father asks as Benjamin runs under the table. “The British troops! I couldn't pay my bills and did not want to be imprisoned, so I ran” He says sobbing as a look of horror rolls across my parents’ faces. “I’m sorry Benjamin, but we can’t let you stay. What would they do to us if they found you here?” my Father states. “They would take us to prison as well.” “I’m sorry Uncle. I thought you would understand as he runs out the door. That night, I am awakened from a nightmare by a loud ‘bang.’ I run to my widow and look outside but I don’t see anything. Troubled, I fall back asleep. I groan as I realize it’s friday, in other words, chore day. I get up to make my family breakfast and I see my mother in the corner of the kitchen, dead. I scream and run to my Father who is still asleep. “Father, Father, Father get up! Mother is dead in the kitchen!” I scream in his face as he processes my words. As soon as he does, he rushes to the kitchen. “She told me she needed a drink of water and I let her go,” he sobs as I try to comfort him. “I knew it was difficult for her to lose one of her sons and no longer be able to write books or to her family, but I never thought she

The familiar, tortured strain of my mother’s voice curdled my stomach. I flung open my bedroom door, sprinting towards the living room, my heart thumping like a relentless drum. My lungs were on fire. My eyes darted around the room frantically until they landed on him. There he was, the man I was forced to call my father. He lumbered towards me, this big atrocity of a creature, swaying dangerously from side to side. His beefy arm hurled my mother onto the floor, as if she was a bag of week-old garbage. Her hands desperately reached out to clutch onto his arm, to restrain him, but they missed. My mother was a frail wisp of a woman – so much that she practically dissolved into the grey curtains. Her powder-white face was streaked with tears. My father’s dark, hooded eyes locked onto mine. A supercilious, arrogant smirk was stapled onto his face. Tumescent flesh spilt from the sides of his leather belt, his stomach jutting out comically. He was a man with barely any neck, the red flush of alcohol staining his pug-like face. Oh, how the sight of him boiled my blood.

“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.

Her mother was tied across a bloody table, whimpering and begging. The table was covered in deep crevices created by the swinging of an axe. Her father kept repeating, “ You knew the consequences” to Eva. Allie searched for a way to escape the ropes she was held down by, but she soon came to realize that there was no way out. On the walls of the basements, there were countless knives, scythes, and machetes, all dark red in color. Eva muttered something that infuriated the man that Allie once called her father. Tears streamed down Allie’s face as her mother squirmed on the table in the center of the room. He grabbed the axe and faced Allie, the man yelled, “This is for you!” He raised the axe above his head and swung.