Shut Out

Three weeks had passed since the shocking revelation of Ric's cancer ordeal. Stagg throughout the hospital were now aware of Ric's prognosis and were strongly warned to tread carefully around Serena Campbell, who still came into work, knowing that there was nothing she could do for Ric. Ric's weekly assessments still went ahead, so far, there had not been any change since his seizure, and he had not had another one since. However, despite the steroids giving him the energy, the appetite, and strength

They were terrified, afraid and lost.I am panicking.Then I saw a shadow by a grave.They silently ran.They didn’t say a word cause it would look.Creepy. PARAGRAPH #2 They are out of breathe. They ran so far they now found a house.They hear things from it.They look at each other and start running towards it. There exited but also

the low grumbling of my father, cursing my mother for her unintuitive organization of the various kitchen supplies. “Bottom drawer, next to the freezer,” she yelled, somehow sensing his difficulty from the bedroom. He cursed her again and shut the door, coming out with a thick roll of semi-clear plastic sheeting. As if setting the table for an impending feast, my father began to drape the plastic over the long wooden coffee table. Then he lifted the man, who seemed to still be breathing, atop the sheeting

“You don't always have to be so mean, Murray,” Ally said, clearly having also become irritated by Murray's boorishness. “You don't always—,” Murray began. “Shut up, shut up, they're coming back,” April said, interrupting Murray after she saw that the old man and the old woman was exiting the house and coming out on the porch. As they neared, the old man could still clearly be heard continuing on with his tirade about the old woman's insistence on celebrating the holiday. “Why do you

the hazy pollution did nothing for the plants that did grow. The leading men and women of my time started looking for an out, trying everything they could to clean the soil and water and the air, so we could survive. But nothing worked, and the human race was slowly dying off. That’s where I came in, my name is Alfred Jones and along with my twin sister Andrea we were sent out to find a new home. We just didn’t expect the adventures that awaited us. Among two hundred other young men and women we

will be playing as they are on the island. The kids desire for popularity and power gets a little out of hand and the kids feel peer pressure to submit to these power crazed children in order to fit in. Kids struggle with peer pressure and the desire for popularity already, but when put in an environment when there are no adults the desire for popularity and the act of giving into peer pressure gets out of hand. A part of this struggle comes from the younger boys who are not confident in their identities

“People can tell you to shut up, but they can’t keep you from having an opinion”- Anne Frank. These days children are oppressed, they are being taken against their will and being forced to work, they are having their opinions shot down because either they supposedly do not know what they are talking about or their opinion is highly frowned upon in their society. I Want to Live by Nina Lugovskaya and Iqbal by Francesco D’adamo are two eye-opening books that have many differences and similarities such

miss my room. Anywhere but this van. A sharp putrid odour wafts up. My only travelmate has started to decompose. (Rot she’s rotting I need to get out of here I don’t want to rot.) The scent conjures up even more memories, particularly our failed escape across the border. I forget my husband’s name. I haven’t been fed. The van suddenly stops, I look out the window. I see towering office buildings, a Canadian flag, my heart raises, fluttering like a bird. Have I actually made it, or is this just a

“There it is” Alex said. They were standing in front of the old,abandoned house four miles out of town. Also four hours past alex’s curfew, but he didn't care he just wanted to show his brother he never backed down from a dare. Alex was with his two and only friends, Aaron and Ethan. Ethan is very tall and has short, black hair. I always joked around and said he was like a monkey because of the way he acted and how tangled his hair was. Aaron on the other hand is the exact opposite, he is short

How do we get out of this labyrinth of suffering? It’s a simple question to ask, but the answer is one not quite so easy to search out and uncover. You’d be more likely to discover a bag of dusty, old dinosaur bones in your backyard before you could uncover the answer to that question. In order to answer the question at hand, you must first understand three things. One; a labyrinth is a maze leading you through Hell and back, filled with false paths, twists, and turns - don’t get lost. Two; as long