Breath, Eyes, Memory

Finley's breath caught in her throat, memory after memory of her senior year crashed into her mind. They all flickered in bright flashes behind her eyes. Her breathing became shallow, and her eyes fluttered fully closed as she tried to hold back the tears in her eyes. Penelope laughing at Parker for reading Sonnet 116 by Shakespeare. He shut her up by reciting it back to her. Adam playing soccer, even scoring a winning goal...and his scholarship. Tyler, catching his clothes on fire in Chemistry

Introduction Progressive supranuclear palsy is a rare brain disorder that causes problems with walking, eye movement, and balance. It may also cause changes in behavior, depression, and memory loss (dementia). Progressive supranuclear palsy happens when cells at the base of the brain gradually deteriorate. The condition gets worse with time, and there is no cure. What are the causes? The cause of this condition not known. In some cases it may be caused by genes passed down through families. What

held a beautiful porcelain doll that looked like it belong to a two-year old girl.His brother spoke softly to the doll,stroking its long black hair “I’m sorry Alice, I didn’t mean to do it…..I tried to save you, I really did.” The boy sighed again. Memories of the accident flooded his thoughts and a deep melancholy enveloped his whole being. The boy’s last thought before falling asleep was “I wish we could do it over again.This time we won’t lose her.” The girl stood nimbly to the side of the door

lifetime of memories into one bundle? Yet, these are the sacrifices of war; limiting myself to a few precious memories to recall the times when home was overfilling with warmth and happiness. I tentatively place my most precious possession, a storybook, into the bundle as if it holds the secrets of the universe. It was given to me by my parents right before the soldiers violently tore them from my arms. Stifling the cries trying to crawl up my throat, I continue packing and soon, all my memories lie safely

more, especially, if they are our parents. In this poem the speaker conveys his emotions and feelings towards his father. As we first read the poem it seems that the speaker is afraid of his father. The first line of this poem “The whiskey on your breath, could make a small boy dizzy.” It seems that the father was alcoholic and the little son was afraid of him. But as we move ahead in the poem the image of the poem changes and it appears more of a dance between a father and a son. Even though the

the feeling of knowing that my Grandma is crying and I couldn’t do anything to help. Slowly waking up from my nap, I noticed that my Grandma was very quiet. I could actually hear the deep breaths that my Grandma was taking and with that, I felt my stomach drop a little and my heart rate pick up. Taking a deep breath to calm down, I got up from laying

If we had an option to wipe out our memory, would we choose to forget about the events that involved actual or threatened death, serious injury, or a threat to the physical integrity of ourselves or others? For soldiers, it may be losing a close comrade in a war. For me or any other ordinary individuals, they may be natural or human-made disasters, violent personal attack, torture or even sexually abuse(Parekh). The truth is, we don’t want to be reminded of any of these terrible events that took

His throat hummed—it hummed—it hummed. Twitching his head to the sides, and closing his eyes, he breathed heavily through his nose. His jaw locked together. She had taken him off course at the library; why did he go? Now what had he done of late but watch her and wait? It had built up unpredictable bouts of anger. It stirred up long forgotten memories of more anger. He hadn’t been eating, and he hadn’t been sleeping. It was time to end this. He could not go on anymore with it. He descended past the

rooms are full of perfumes,… I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, … The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it." By beginning with the imagery of perfumes and fragrances, Whitman is able to bring readers past memories to the situation. The stanza brings forward the

He adored the way the light fell upon her loose blonde curls, how the blue of her eyes nearly lit up the room like a lit candle. Everything about her radiated perfection of the finest degree. Even as he stood there upon the dock, his thoughts wandering to the one night he had shared with her before being whisked off into the frenzy of