This was real life. Peter had no clue what to do at this point. Peter finished the work day pondering about what happened at that house. He wondered about it for the next few days. Day and night. It was now a Saturday, and it had been three days since the “incident”. Peter decided to go back to the spooky house. This time not to deliver pizza, but to find out the truth. He just had questions for his father, if it even was his father. As Peter cautiously knocked on the black and gold door, he listened as the same deep voice, said the same response, “one second!” He got chills, that ran throughout his entire body, but felt hot like the feeling Peter had felt many years ago. He feared his father once again. Wondering what would happen at the very second when his father opens the doors. He had felt a feeling of fear, like the one he would get when his dad came home drunk. The one similar he used to feel. The one Peter has not felt ever again, until this very moment. As his father answered the door, Peter, questioned, “Dad?! Is that you?” His father took a small step outside the doorway, and closed the door until there was about one inch remaining. He quickly recognized who it was with as mouth dropped, and whispered under his breath “ oh my god”, pausing for a moment. Then he replied,“ I am deeply sorry I have been gone for quite a while. Come inside, I have a lot of explaining to do.” Peter took a deep breath, a big stare straight at his father for a few seconds, a couple,
"China is more than happy to own a large portion of the U.S. debt," as this gives it great economic clout within the international market (Amadeo, 2012). This power has the potential to seriously damage the American economy if the nation was to suddenly dump its American loan holdings. If this were to happen the value of the dollar would drop dramatically, domestic interest rates would spike, and the United States would be left standing alone to try to pick up the pieces.
“I'm sorry to inform you that your parents were in a car accident,” the man stated, the words rolling off his tongue.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Father.” a weary voice said as the door opened. He had thinning grey hair, a scruffy beard, and looked downright distraught.
Day after day, we would pass the mansion building on our way to and from school. Branches of vines and clusters of moss crawled up the sides of the building. I could see the paint, tearing off the walls. People for years have said the mansion building is haunted, but I don’t believe it. They say people have been possessed and killed there. Olivia, of course, believes every detail anyone tells him. To teach him a lesson, we decided to plan to spend the night in the mansion building this Saturday.
“ William I am so glad you are okay but how could you scare me like that I have been looking for 3 hours for you. Don’t you ever do that to me again we will talk about this later at home do you want to come back home? “ He looked at Karen then Terri and back at Karen and the Terri.
In all honesty, I picked my book solely on the aspect that it has been awarded the Pulitzer Prize. One of my favorite novels of all time, Broken for You by Stephanie Kallos, received the prestigious award as well. So, I decided to trust the Pulitzer Prize committee and dive into the novel, The Hours by Michael Cunningham. I expected a novel of complexity and a deep perception of thought, and that is exactly what I got. The Hours was composed of three different stories woven together to create a myriad of themes. Each story followed a day in the life of a woman struggling with society’s pressure of perfection and the perception of life itself.
Five minutes left of my safe haven. Which means ten minutes until I come back to reality. Ten minutes until I see my father. RING! Sounded the bell, breaking me from my nightmare. I gathered my books and put on my sunglasses. I walked out of the school feeling nauseous. I walked the short distance to my house. My hand shook against the door knob. I turned it, checking to see if it was locked. It was open, so I walked straight in. It was quiet. Too quiet. I walked around looking for my father. I checked the couch, not there. I checked him and my "mothers" room, not there. I let a smile break out on my face. I took a shower, which was very rare. Showers for me are about as common as breakfast in the morning, and breakfast is not common. I got out the shower and dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and shorts and got in my bed. I lied there and thought about the times before my step father. My mom an I were so close. I began to fall asleep as all these thought flooded my mind, and before I know it, I was out cold. I slept for what felt like mere minutes before a cold, hateful voice awoke
Peter puts up fairy lights all over the house so they know if his parents are there. That night, Lucy and her boyfriend Joe went to an old deserted farm house up the street from Joe’s house, it was a cold and dark and creepy that night so they brought an old shotgun and a lacrosse
These five articles talk about the opposite side of the debate on vaccines and show what the parents think about this debate, these articles show where the distrust comes from and how parents are manipulated to believe unaccredited claims. In Kluck’s article she writes, “She (a nurse) assured me in vague terms that it was completely safe and I had nothing to worry about.” We see a common trend in these articles and that is doctors/ nurses give the parents vague terms to assure them that their children will be fine and that the vaccines are completely safe; but parents want more than a nurse telling them, the vaccine is very safe and it is very rare for children to have side effects. They want evident with facts and test to prove it. However, some test that parents find are found to be severely manipulated, in John E. Calfee’s article we see him talk about an article written by “Andrew Wakefield and coauthored by 12 others, the article wrote
Entering the house felt like jumping into a pool of cold water. Making my way into the living room, slower than a one-legged dog on tranquilizers, I could see my dad. At a glance, it looked more serious than just my dog having died.
“THEO! Son, where are you” He heard his father’s voice in the middle of the confusion.
As he stomped down the hall dressed in all black, I timidly stepped to the other side of the hallway with my head down avoiding any type of interaction. When the sounds of boots and chains faded away, I was overwhelmed with relief. Nothing had calmed me more than this instant; nothing had been more soothing than the sound of pure nothingness. The fear that came over me was like being trapped in a small room with no way out. I felt helpless, defenseless, like something was going to happen to me in that hallway with the boy dressed in black.
It was a very bleak December and Kobe lay resting in his home around midnight. He was laying on his bed nearly asleep;then suddenly he heard a vicious tapping at the door that alerted him. Then, he noticed the purple curtain rustle which put a fear deep within him. A few minutes later, when Kobe still lay resting, he once again heard the tapping on my chamber door. However, this time the noise was louder than before, but he still believed this tapping was nothing. Kobe thought that the tapping was from someone or something at his window.
Living in our own home was bliss and Redwood City was a wonderful place to live. Our home was located within walking distance of Broadway; a major street downtown with a movie theater, several restaurants and interesting stores. Ben Franklin; a five-and-dime variety store, sold low cost household items, sundries, seasonal products, health and beauty aids. JC Penny’s; a larger department store, sold furniture and clothing and at Walgreens, the corner drugstore, there was a diner where shoppers sat at a counter and ordered a hamburger with fries and a milkshake, or two eggs with two strips of bacon, hash browns and two pancakes any time of day. At the Fox Theater Ellen and I met friends to see a matinee and occasionally, on our way home after
The medical marijuana debate is important today because of today’s high cost of prescription drugs as well as the huge opioid crisis occurring in the United States through prescribed medicine. Big Pharma’s stranglehold on prices of much needed prescription drugs and the inability to import cheaper drugs from elsewhere force alternative drugs into necessity. Kentucky Senator Rand Paul is combatting Big Pharma and its manipulation of “the system to keep prices high.” While Congress fights within itself on how to properly drive drug prices down ethically, medical marijuana could serve as a cheaper alternative while also driving attention away from dangerous narcotics. People suffering from cancer, AIDs, and other deteriorative diseases can not only have a more natural medicine, but one far cheaper than what Big Pharma is charging currently. Consequently, lessening suffering within society as a whole, combatting corruption within the pharmaceutical industry, and lessening financial burden on those seriously ill.