My eyes fly open, vision blurry, head aching. I am staring at the ceiling. Why am I lying on the floor? My left hand crosses in front of my eyes on its way to my throbbing temple.
Blood.
I drag myself to my feet with the help of the red wing back chair saved from the dumpster while cleaning out my grandmother’s attic so many years ago. Not really red, more crimson like the shiny pool congealing on my antique Turkish rug.
That blood is never going to come out.
Stumbling into the kitchen, I hear the tell-tale click of hard soles on a bamboo floor.
Black leather flats. These are not my shoes.
Black ankle length cigarette pants. Not my pants.
Crisp white button front shirt.
Whose clothes am I wearing? Why am I dressed like Laura Petrie from
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10 AM Pick up insulin and sunscreen at Walton’s Drug Store.
Then back home for an exciting day of laundry, washing breakfast dishes, loading up the crock pot and drinking more coffee.
The dog isn’t barking his fool-head off so he must be at the groomers. Maximus barks all day. He barks at every cat, squirrel and starling that dares set foot over the threshold and into our yard. A Rottweiler trapped in the body of a Pomeranian he stands at an imposing 7 ¾ inches tall and weighs nearly 6 pounds. Maximus was a gift from my ex. Pets are not appropriate
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I dig in my purse and find my copy of the New York Times crossword puzzle, carefully completed in purple ink. For 20 plus years Phyllis and I have been meeting once a week to drink coffee, work on the Times crossword puzzle and bitch about our lives. For the last few years we have met at Jimmy’s Donuts, ever since Melody’s Donuts closed and before that it was Donut Heaven which sadly, burned to the ground as the result of a grease fire. Phyllis and I have been through, my divorce, her husband’s death, the horror of having our jobs outsourced and the humiliation of re-entering the dating world after age 40. $6.50 a week and a donut versus the $75 fifty-minute hour I would get from a professional therapist, it’s a no brainer.
I find the insulin is in the fridge. A bag from Walton’s, bearing a bright green W surrounded by blue daisy like flowers, is hanging on the back of a dining room chair. Inside is the sunscreen along with a copy of Woman’s World magazine featuring a Portobello, bacon and grilled onion Angus burger on the cover. I must have been hungry at the drug
O’Connor himself wasn’t partially physically intimidating. This fact became abundantly clear once he stepped off his chair and approached me. While not necessarily short in stature, his seat gave him an extra few inches compared to his natural stance.
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
Jake watched as Miss Collins’ horse galloped through the trees and out of sight. He made an exasperated snort and slid the Winchester into the rifle scabbard. His duty was to get Duvall, and he’d start by doubling back to the dead or wounded outlaws.
One of the main themes in this film is loyalty. This is demonstrated perfectly by the dog's loyalty for Maximus. It shows companionship and is protective towards Maximus. The dog is used, because people show more sympathy towards animals than they do towards people. This is because of the amount of violence that goes on in real life becomes tedious and isn't sympathized with as much. There could also be another reason for the dog. The quote "At my signal unleash hell" is a line from Julius Caesar. It establishes Maximus with the true house of Caesar, or an ally of Caesar. This is reflected in the film because Maximus is the leader of the Roman
My hands are tied with a roughly woven rope. The rope is cutting into my wrists, and blood is dropping down all over floor. I am trying to unbind my hands, but I can’t. Sweat is rolling down from all over my face. I am thirsty, too much thirsty. I am feeling my stomach is filled with small and hard stones. I notice a shiny reflection of glass. I looked at it, and the glass is filled with water. I am dragging myself to the glass. My pants are ripped, and knees are bleeding. Every single bone of my body is shouting with pain. The glass seems to be miles away from me. At last, I reached it. I am just going to take a sip of water, but somebody takes it away from
“Men, for many of you, today is your first day training as a Knight of Camelot,” said Prince Arthur to the group standing before him. “And be grateful you’re not stuck in a torrential downpour as I was on my first day of training here on this very field. The sun is shining and I plan to work you hard.”
Uncle Sam mocked me. He pointed, stared into my soul, and said, “I want you,” but it was a lie. No one wanted Clive Hardy fighting their battles for them, not if they had any sense.
It was a Friday, I remember that day as if it was yesterday, I remember going to the restroom so I`d fix my makeup, there I heard a girl yelling in one of the bathroom stalls about how “she usually pays” I don’t know what was happening there, and all of a sudden, a girl came out of a stall and grabbed my shoulder, she was about 3 inches shorter than me with black hair and piercings, her eyes were red, she opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out, then she asked “hey please girl, I know we don’t know each other but please I beg you all I need is 15 bucks, please I have no money left, I need money I promise I`ll give you back your money really soon please” I looked at her pleading in front of me, she was about to cry, as if those 15 dollars were a life or death material, little did I know. I thought the same cliché way that anyone would think of I thought of the normal “she got bullied by another girl and had to give her money so she`d leave her and then she realized that she needs money for lunch or else she`ll starve” I nodded and said in a soft yet a scared voice “okay, give the money back whenever you want to” I handed her money, she looked very pleased and happy she ran back to the one of the stalls, about 5 minutes later she came out with another woman, both of them had brown carton boxes. I wondered what would the boxes contain, and the curiosity killed the cat, I don’t remember what was going on. I just remember that I was following the girl; I wanted to know what did she buy. I had so many questions to ask. I placed my ears on the door in order to hear what was going on, I heard nothing, just the voice of a box getting opened. I decided to do something I never thought I`d do, I opened the door. I saw the girl ...
The tower of steps was now a steep cliff. At the end of the steps stood a tree covered in red and green electric lights that seemed so far away. She stepped down, one step at a time, shaking the railing, coming closer to the tree. The shiny nickels clanked in her pocket when she reached the cold pavement at the bottom of the stairs. She squinted and saw a yellow sign with red writing across the street that said “Jitney’s Drug Store”.
The screams, the cries. I have never experienced such a thing. I had lost to not only a pole, but to a girl I had beat three times during the season. It was awful, but left for a good story. I know we were suppose to write a story from years ago, but this story is just too good. I hope you enjoy this hilarious and dreadful story.
attire stood up and with her little boy in tow, took a deep breath and
You cannot move and you are numb from the waist down. You notice a bandage on your abdomen and you find a lesion underneath it. There is a note on the wall and it says “seek immediate medical care”. What is happening? You are a victim of an organ trafficking scandal.
Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. Perhaps waiting for some help by the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me here, how long I've been here.
By ten o'clock my shift at the local supermarket is over and I have to
...ed eyes, vision growing fainter, body becoming paralyzed, and the hum of the hospital machines muting to a dull throb. And slowly I rise, rise into the escape of pure bliss.