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tell them about the bad news. “Don't worry son.” Dad said, “I've got this under control”. My Mother leads me off to my bedroom and said: “everything will be better tomorrow, good night”. She tucked me in and walked to the door of my room turned off the lights and closed the door. After a little while of tossing and turning, I finally got to sleep. Later that night, I woke to hear a delivery truck reversing down the driveway. I heard voices but couldn't recognize whose they were. I peeked out the

“Night of the Living Dead” movie analysis In "Night of the LIving Dead" Barbara and Johnny are on their way to their father's grave to put flowers on it because their mother can't handle the drive in the first part of the movie. Barbara sees a man in the distance and is nervous walking around in the distance, so Johnny decides to make a joke out of it by telling her "they're coming to get you, Barbara". Barbara goes to apologize to the man for her brother's actions when he attacks her. Johnny runs

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on the room. All of the doors in the hotel were the same shade of glossy tan with a silver hey reader above the handle except 23B. This room seemed to be untouched for years, the door was made of rotted splintering wood with 23B painted on the front in red paint. Cora’s pace slowed as she approached the rugged door. As she reached to slide the key card into the reader, she heard a slow creaked as the door glided open without a single touch. Hesitantly, Cora nudged the door open just enough to slip

Her eyes were the color of jade, her hair a deep ochre which was beginning to grey, her suit a muddy brown that was tailored with absolute perfection. One hand was wrapped around a leather briefcase with a handle of gold, and the other around the flimsy base of a white umbrella, shielding herself from the New York rain that beat like a drum, and shielding herself from the rest of the world as well. Her once beautiful face was aged with regret that clung to her like a child to its mother. She was

end up the way I would like them to. I believe that this is also natural. Feeling sad or more specifically, heartbroken is a part of a natural, yet vicious cycle. It’s organized, there are steps even if this is not noticeable at first. Everyone handles reaching the end of this cycle differently. Some dye their hair, others start a workout addiction, and others form other addictions. I write. Poetry, to be more specific, but not pretty or neat poetry. I write terrible messes of words in stanzas

story like no other. It was an agonizingly hot Saturday in Chandler, Arizona, when the sound of my doorbell reverberated across my house. I reluctantly went to the door and was immediately greeted by the smiling faces of Spencer and Matt. They waved with one hand and gripped their bikes with the other. There was no use of opening the door because their screams urging me to open the garage permeated through. I quickly ran through the

Nick and his baby sister, Bella, slept downstairs, and their parents slept upstairs. He felt a surge of worry for his baby sister so he hurried to her room. The door was shut, he stared at the knob for a split second then he swung the door open. In the doorway of her room, he stood looking at her cradle. Stepping towards her, he peered into the cradle, it looked like she was under a blanket. He reached for the blanket. It felt like slow motion for

Willy wanted to have a life like that, but it was hard to achieve.Because society was changing so rapidly, he wasn't able to keep up with the changes and adapt to the way the world was changing. People began to shop in stores and weren't relying on door-to-door salesmen for their shopping. The market for salesmen was changing and Willy wouldn't change to keep up with society. Willy was a good salesman but, there were changing and it didn't matter how good of a salesman you are. Willy looked up at their

the end of the hallway there is a door. I run to it can grip the handle and push down, the door swings open and I am greeted with the smell of dirt and dust. I begin to walk down the concrete stair case, I lean over the side rail and look down. Bellow me there was so many fights of stair I lost count of them, I continued walking down the stairs knowing that I would be here for a while. 5 minutes later I am at the bottom of the stairs, I walk towards the steel door a give it a good shunt, it swings