Breath, Eyes, Memory

creak of the old piano seat broke the thick layer of silence surrounding him. It was midnight, but he knew he wouldn't be bothering anyone. The priests and nuns alike knew this was what he did when nightmares haunted him, when memories of his past life kept appearing before his eyes

knew it, we arrived to the house, I dashed out of the car to Jem and Scout to make sure they were safe. I told them to stay inside with Calpurnia, I couldn't risk them gettin’ hurt. I turned toward the Sheriff who handed me the gun, my childhood memories

more than something we, as humans, do to stay alive. A breath can indicate an emotion almost as well as a facial expression, for it is a spiritual component as much as a somatic one. A breath is something so tangible here on earth that in the cold, an exhalation can be seen saturating the air with its warmth. After a run, a breath can be heard as it becomes more and more laborious for the person taking it, yet the most important breaths, more so the absence of them, are the ones that are often

humans at all, but the other species the Germans talked about and said didn't deserve the air they breathed. Were we not in fact, packed like animals on their way to the slaughterhouse? Surely a human would never be treated this way. But a distant memory tugged at me of a time when I did mean something. Before I was branded with the name 'Jew' and my former friends turned me out. A hacking cough from next to me aroused me into motion. Turning my head, the delicate bones in my neck ached. My heart

bridges, mills and factories, men and animals on both the sides of the road. They all appeared to move back-ward in the twinkle of an eye. the tall trees with green leaves over-head presented a very

silence of the house, or the faint creaking from the steps. Sitting up, he grabbed the knife from the stand as he got out of bed. His heart was racing in his chest as he leaned against the closed door, waiting to hear the werewolf’s harsh breath. No huffing breath filled his ears as he reached up and opened the door. Peering out into the hallway, he saw the light at the end on. Pushing the door fully open, he walked down the hallway and looked down the carpeted stairs. He lowered the hand with the

shit! thought Will, his eyes widening with horror as he took in the scene before him. That wretched brigand, Kanen, had his crossbow trained on Prince Arthur. Will had a single heartbeat to decide: should he fling himself in front of the fancy Price Arthur, or allow the Prince to die? Shit, shit, shit! Will acted on instinct; he unsheathed his belt dagger and flung the weapon straight at Kanen’s head. The blade sank deep into the man’s skull, right between the eyes. The brutal raider, Kanen

The Sergeant's voice suddenly penetrates my subconscious and I instantly awake. He is my unique alarm. As I open my eyes, the smell of rotting bodies infuses the air and the coolness of the morning is always deceptive. At home, I would awake differently. The babies' arduous cries would have woken me. How I miss those early mornings waking up in a comfortable and protected bed and sitting there thinking about the problems I would face the day ahead. The worries I used to have consisted of the

down at all that lay beneath her. A world, full of mystery and wonder, excitement and adventure. It took her breath away, marvelling down at her creation. But she knew, deep down that she could never belong here. While she had created it, she had also destroyed it. She had all she wanted, didn’t she? It was now all a game, everything she had suffered was now no more than a distant memory. What more could she want? The hours of torture, weeks of pain and years of abuse had all become nothing more

paralysis. If left unchecked and untreated, it can cause death. Symptoms: The symptoms of this disease vary depending on the type, wet or dry. The following are symptoms of wet beriberi: • shortness of breath during physical activity • rapid heart rate • swollen lower legs • waking up short of breath • decreased muscle function, particularly in the lower legs • tingling or loss