Trapped

I rushed down the hallway, as if I were pressed for time. Like usual, I wasn't, but I didn't want to keep anyone waiting. It was fifth period, my off hour. Unfortunately, that didn't apply to everyone. Stovall had told me he wanted to talk to me before class about my most recent writing. He made me swear to come down during my off hour, even though it wasn't his. I didn't want to hold his class up. I picked up the pace. The bell echoed above me; the corridor was completely empty. Or so I thought

If I had to be trapped inside of a TV show for a month I would choose to be trapped inside of Mythbusters. The reason I would choose so would be because it involves some interesting and insane concepts and I would be able to do some of the things that normally happens on that show. My mind has always been quite inquisitive and I have always enjoyed building devices and structures. With Mythbusters I would be able to satisfy that desire and do what I enjoy doing, messing around while using my knowledge

I woke up to muffled screaming. A sound I’m all too familiar with. She keeps at it from the closet while trying, but failing, to bang against the door. Oh my poor guest is feisty today. I guess I should greet her and say good morning. I get up from the comfort of my bed and look into the mirror. Blonde messy hair attached to a ghostly pale human. Almost other worldly beauty. Some victims have said I am the Archangelo himself. Others say I’m so horrifyingly bad even Lucifer doesn’t want me. After

Born in the beautiful, wet and green country of England in 1818, Emily Jane Brontë would grow up and write one of the literary world’s most acclaimed work of literature. Before she wrote Wuthering Heights in 1847, Emily Brontë came from a very creative household as both of her sisters, Charlotte and Anne Brontë, were also writers with whom Emily would enjoy spending time with writing prose and poetry. Because the Brontë sisters lived a strongly patriarchal society where the ideal Victorian woman

Trapped in the Darkness It's dark, indescribably dark. Usually there's moonlight, artificial light, starlight, something, but not here; there's nothing. I try to move, but I am restrained. I listen, but I hear nothing. I smell but I smell only something clinical. If it wasn't for my heart pounding and my lungs racing to catch up, I might imagine I am dreaming, but I'm not. I'm not! I fearfully reach out with my right hand and, afraid of what I might find, I try

Trapped Trapped. That is the word winding itself around my brain. It works itself through the maze of my body before coming to rest in my mouth like a solid lump, forcing me to part my dry lips and repeat it to the empty elevator like a mantra. I do this for so long that the very meaning of the word falls away and all that remains is a dull, rhythmic, robotic echo. The greet steel doors inch closer together with each passing second, gliding at a pace that I can not keep up with. They seal shut with

Trapped “This way hurry up” Katie said breathing heavily. “Are you sure cause I don’t want to get killed because of a wrong turn” Zach replied. “We can either get out of here alive or not come out at all?” Katie asked sarcastically. “Okay sheesh let’s go your way” Zach agreed impatiently. “Hey guys stop arguing” I announced “Hey look I see a light right out there!” Zach shouted happily. “Well let’s go then” Katie shouted joyfully. “Wait look” I whispered, a dark shadow had just covered the light

the summer I come across with various types of mixed emotions.When I arrive to the campsite I immediately notice the air more clean and something inside me expand. Could it be my my spirit or maybe just my subconscious? Am I as free as a bird or trapped like a goldfish? I try to not think about my social life back in the city for the rest of my stay at the camp but it gets difficult sometimes. When I do end up missing the life I had in the city, I just place the mentality that I’m just doing this

out of the house, but we couldn’t. We were trapped inside. Scotty, one of the kids stuck at Tattawa Regional High School, has this same problem, but worse. Scotty is one of seven students that are stuck at Tattawa Regional High School during a massive snowstorm. After the power shuts off and heat begins to seep out of the building, the students begin a race against time to escape the school which could soon become their icy grave. In the story Trapped, Michael Northrop uses descriptive language

The “Learning to Read and Write” by Frederick Douglass, holds the same message that people are trapped in ignorance as Socrates tries to explain in “Allegory of the cave” by Plato. In the “Allegory of the Cave,” Socrates argues that the way people perceive the world around us and the way they lead our lives is actually not “truth.” Socrates describes people in a cave, their legs and necks are chained so that they cannot turn around. The only light is a fire burning behind them, and all prisoners