One Deep Breath

bed. I drag my feet across the soft carpet and ideas for the day flood my mind. I catch myself in the mirror with a small smirk on my face, deep chocolate hair pulled loosely up and I decide today will be good. I open the door to my bedroom, leading to a dark wood staircase. I take my first step on the creaky old stairs and the blinding sun fades to a deep yellow in the windowless area. I bounce down the stairs, each step sounding louder than the next, like a croaking frog. In routine, I skip the

Drug, Alcohol, and Addiction Unit Lesson One: Introduction to Alcohol Learning Objective: By the end of the lesson the students should have a good grasp on the fact that when you put alcohol in your body you can’t do things you normally would be able to do. Activity: Dollar Bill Jump Concept: When you are under the influence of some drugs, you have the belief that you can accomplish certain tasks when in reality you can’t. This activity sounds so easy that everyone thinks they could do it. However

they break off, Larisharah shouts over to Mary. “You got that one. I’ll take this one over here. Don’t die or else Selison won’t let me hear the end of it.” “Good luck to you too,” Mary responds. Larisharah veers off to her location as Mary drops down onto the street. She runs a few steps before being able to slow to a stop. She cracks her knuckles as she looks down each street of a four-way intersection. “Kiim,” Mary says under her breath. Holding still a moment she quickly pivots on her right foot

“Shit… Fuck… What did you do?” She mumbled under her breath as she pushed the male from the generator. “You fried it… How did you do that?” She turned her head to look over at the male, her brow slightly raised. “I thought I told you to keep an eye on it so it wouldn’t overload?” She turned around not allowing the man to answer her questions, she could careless what excuse he had. She throw her hands up into the air, a groan escaped her lips. She squatted down and began removing the front of the

The Universe in Your Eyes Imagine the sounds of a simple cello. Its delicate, light hearted tone blends with another cello’s deep and dark counter melody. The rough, throaty notes invade your eardrums, softly at first, then slowly building more sound to the main tune. The rise and fall of the notes begin to correspond together, soon adding a quaint violin to accompany the leading cello. The alluring instrumental of Sleeping at Last’s song “Saturn” rings confidently using the sounds of two

As of 2015, more people in the United States were scared of public speaking than zombies or volcanoes or even death. The fear of public speaking--also known as glossophobia--is a type of performance anxiety, which is a subgroup of anxieties that include test anxiety, stage fright, etc. The sensations felt by an individual could have been as minuscule as slight tremors, or as overwhelming as gargantuan panic coupled with paralyzing fear. To have stated that glossophobia was a difficult fear to overcome

characters. The second quality is a well written plot.The third last quality is a universal theme. With Every Breath is a novel written by Elizabeth Camden. In the novel, Kate Livingston, a young widow, is hired by Dr. Trevor McKendall who was her competitor for a college scholarship during their high school years. From the day of her interview, Kate learns that there are many mysteriously deep secrets hidden in her future boss from the past years after their high school day.. After Kate gets hired,

Bailey sighed as she sat on the stool hearing the band members complaining. She rolled her eyes as she looked to Tristan. Smiling as he agreed with her, she took in a deep breath just as Kyle stood up. "Hey, guys stop. This is Bailey's song. If she wants to do it acoustic lets do it acoustic." Smiling she mouthed "Thank you." to Kyle who winked at her. If it was someone other than Tristan who would have her back it was Kyle. Including after Bailey had set him up with Johnny the bartender at the cafe

1:58AM and she still wasn’t here. He softly ran his fingers through his hair…slightly frustrated. She said she would be here thirty minutes ago. I hate this place anyway… “Shots for everyone!” a deep voice announced, slamming a tray of over filled shot glasses on the table next to Will. He took a deep breath, glancing away. -- “Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red

comfortable. Involves a decrease in: - breathing rate - heart rate - muscle activity - oxygen consumption. One of the most powerful tools a psychologist can use is actually nothing new, said Herbert Benson, MD, at APA's Annual Convention. In fact, it's an approach that's been around for millennia, yet its full potential remains untapped. Benson was referring to the relaxation response, a physical state of deep rest that changes a person's physical and emotional responses to stress. It is important to use relaxation