Full Fathom Five

is the deliberate killing of newborn female children or the termination of a female fetus through selective abortion.” I had of course heard of abortion before. The idea of wanting an abortion only if the baby was a female was new to me. I couldn’t fathom a mother ridding herself of a child simply because it was a girl. Immediately I racked my mind for ways that I could learn more about it. I had so many questions concerning the awful treatment. My first idea was to look into a church presentation

After passing a row of air ambulances stationed in front of a monolithic emergency room entrance, she suddenly saw the five-story main hospital wing looming through the fog at the end of Cypress Tree Lane. Automatic sliding glass doors at the entrance led straight into the spacious hospital lobby. To her surprise, a red and brown lava rock totem pole, in a blue tiled

there were no reactions not even the slightest. “Come on, come on, come on, you’re boring me… MoRe… MORE radiant lights, MORE beautiful shots and MORE breathtaking ACTION!” Jae does a fancy pose, while pointing five times, at Oric and the four directions around him. Swift movement causes the five consecutive attacks to ultimately fail. “Impossible.” Chiken lady states as she prepares a magical attack. “Way of Fire: Drunken Breath.” Upon command her hands form a triangle shape exit from her mouth. But

Cameron Buckley Dr. Dutch English 273-02 April 23, 2016 Illusion and Imagination Illusion and imagination can be very powerful things. It can make one question what is real and what is not. Illusion can make one see things that are not even there. It can also be used to make something seem good and in reality it is bad. Just like a powerful imagination can allow people to pretend certain things that would be deemed impossible are in fact actually possible. Illusion and imagination are actually

sat in an auditorium full of people of different races, religions, personalities, and backgrounds. The auditorium was old, paint chipped from the ceiling that was supposed to be white, but from years of abuse turned an eggshell like color. I was running late this morning, and I was instructed to go into the auditorium. I was overwhelmed with the amount of people shoved into this large auditorium, that seemed small with the amount of people inside it. As a fifteen year old five foot seven girl I felt

was no counter-offer from the Seller, therefore we would be starting anew. Regardless, Maria Laura sent a new offer, which we signed immediately, so it could be presented to the Seller the next day. We were hopeful that our strong offer of only 5% less than the asking price would be readily accepted. Again, it was wishful thinking. The next morning we were informed that the seller would not accept any price less than 1,000€ below his asking price. Vince and I were beginning to doubt that fate

“Even the five council members appear to be in their late sixties or early seventies!” “Well, what difference does it make knowing someone’s actual age anyhow?” Gowan observed. “Let me ask you a question now. If suddenly you forgot your age, then how old would

value of Brazil’s horse meat export that year was equivalent to almost seven-million dollars. With a struggling economy in Brazil, the value of horse meat exports provided the necessary boost. In 2012, Brazil’s total horse count added up to almost five hundred and fifty million horses (“Horsemeat production in South America,” 2014). With a plethora of available horses, one can see that even though horse slaughter is implemented in Brazil, the total horse population is hardly affected as horses are

It all begins with the blinding light that flashes before everyone’s eyes, eliminating the lingering drabness. The moment when the seams of my lips part open to emit one word, “Scalpel.” A rocketing shudder in my thudding heart and the mere but yet deep breath that I exhale into the caressing silence. The scalpel carefully pierces the numbed skin as I, Dr. Hamadeh, a cardiothoracic surgeon, witness how the blood tentatively trickles within the etched slit. Hence, the exhilarating thrill

to be a housewife against her will, although she did have the ability to write and wasn’t given much of a chance to write. Only once in her life does she have a chance to write “mad and fanciful stories nobody could ever make up again, and a table full of love sonnets…”(192-193); that is before her death. This woman is in a tough predicament. While the person herself tells her to do whatever she wants to, the person that is affected by social expectations inside her tells her to do other things.