Pandemonium has been unleashed into the world. It appears a fathomless pandemic has broken out, danger potentially reigning the world. One in two born on 28th June 1989 around the world have unknown rare genetic defects that challenges our subjective perception of homosapiens. Lanyon Cooperation is having apocalyptic visions of the human race that this unprecedented phenomenon has brought about. We have overcome wars, famine and many political debates, but this year is a turning point in history, as we are all expected to witness the beginning of a global catastrophe. “A pandemic is a lot like a forest fire: If caught early it might be extinguished with limited damage; if allowed to smolder undetected it can grow to an inferno that spreads …show more content…
The scattered pile of prescribed anti-depressant pills under me and the damp pillow from last night’s tears that obtrusively accompany me in this unfamiliar bed has now become my morning alarm. The pungent bitter aftertaste of the pills constantly resides on the tip of my tongue. A pulsating headache complemented with the gunshot echoes would always be the derisive reminder of that night’s events – the unpremeditated events I was not aware of that took place. I would shut my eyes and that night’s stench of blood and snapshots of irate, sporadic lights would play behind my eyelids like a pre-recorded video. Regrettably, I’ve killed the woman I used to be. Now, it towers over me with the power it possesses. However, its power is only ephemeral – a mere four hours from 8pm to midnight every night that would each time change my life. Every night while the rain pelted and thunder lashed out in fury, I would wait. Wait for the sharp, grating tick of the clock’s hand to reach VIII. Being the unpleasant inner turmoil, it perpetually threatens my state of mind. There are no grey areas, no nuances, no redeeming features to these dark adversities I face. I am inconceivably powerless. We are two distinct entities that each asserts dominance, and each battle for control. You may ask, for what exactly? To be one. One
The clock serves as more than just a decorative element, it “is the relentlessly paralyzing reminder of ‘the Time that flies…’” (Freedman 238). Poe’s repeated mention of the clock and its chimes creates a level of anticipation and anxiety that must mirror what the partygoers are feeling as they are left unable to ignore the fact that time is passing and death is growing nearer. No matter how much wealth or luck these people may have had, they are not above dying. While the partygoers may try to “avoid the black and blood-tinted chamber, the echoes of the clock resound throughout the abbey” and leave each of them with a feeling of uneasiness as they are pulled back to reality (Freedman 238). While the prospect of people dying beyond the walls seemed not to weigh heavily among the party guests, “the chimes of the clock” made even the “giddiest [grow] pale” (Poe 439). The inclusion and repetition of such details as the partygoers’ reactions towards each of the clock’s hourly chimes show that they are finally, though unwillingly, beginning to acknowledge the finality of the death that awaits them. However, whenever the clock’s “sound fades, [the partygoers]
A pandemic is defined as a disease that has the ability to outbreak and spread globally. A pandemic is determined by how a particular disease spreads rather than how many lives it has claimed. A future pandemic can easily occur if and when a mutation of a new influenza A virus emerges. A pandemic of this type is easily possible to spread quickly and globally due to that when a new strand of the virus emerges, it will be highly unlikely that the human population will have a built up immunity to it.
(Man/Woman): Alright class, today in World Medicine 101 we’re going to be talking about “Pandemics”. A “Pandemic” is a disease, or sickness, that spreads over the entire word. For example, recently, a disease called “ebola”, spread throughout Africa. Soon after, it moved to America and other places. Pandemics are huge problems that hurt many countries. Organizations like the “United Nations” and the “World Health Organization” help stop pandemics. (67 words)
The human population has a high susceptibility to the contraction of new diseases and outbreaks of these diseases are of high risk. Diseases in recent times that have broken out into the human population are the H7N9 flu strain and SARS. Despite the risk, outbreaks like H7N9 and SARS have been controlled due to epidemiology and other disease control methods. Outbreaks of disease are not uncommon to the human population as they move to new areas around the world with foreign diseases that the native residents would have developed a resistance to.
In this passage Diane Glancy portrays a woman’s descent into insanity following her husband’s death. The passage is written in 3rd person limited omniscient, but with glimpses of 1st person perspective from the protagonist. Using frequent references to the cold and confusing and unusual sentence structure, the author depicts the protagonist’s delirious reality.
The chill that the night brings here is something I can never shake. I look down at my folder, decipher the requirements of the night’s work and amble down the hallways. The clicking of my shoes fills the silent void that suffocates the air around me, echoing through the halls. As I pass each room, the screeches cease from within. They know that their calls are useless in the night. I peek into the tiny slits in the doors. I see scenes of horror; I see pictures of terror that keep me from sleep with only disgust rushing through my body. I see the absolute collapse of the human mind. It never becomes
A Wednesday matinee, nonstop rain, many empty seats at the Met, an audience that did not know when to applaud, and didn't seem to care about applauding, either . . . Multiple elements combined to prevent today's Lane-Simkin Giselle from reaching the top-drawer level of last year. That breathless, edge-of-the-seat astonishment which was palpable at Lane's debut performance was missing today. And while a rainy day can put a damper on anything, an electric performance on stage should be able jolt a sleepy, apathetic audience utterly awake.
Throughout human history, disease has been linked to many facets of life and even the rise and fall of entire civilizations. Biological, social, political and economic forces have all influenced how the outbreak of disease is handled. Epidemics have altered history in how they have developed and the impact that they have had. In turn, epidemic management has been influenced by history and governments as humans have learned to cope with outbreaks and the social and political implications that result from them. Today, biomedical engineers, politicians, historians and social scientists are leading the battle in an attempt to understand and combat infectious diseases.
It was after midnight, I was pacing under dark streetlights to the clacking sound my shoes made against the asphalt. My white suit jacket thrown over my shoulder, so I could stretch my arms, and my belt unfastened so I could breath. My phone's flash led the way while I followed the digital map on the other side. I cried a little bit when I started thinking about how wrong my night had gone, but I only cried to distract myself from the pain in my feet and the sweat running down my back. The worst part though, had to be knowing how easily it all could've been avoided.
Every night when I lie down to sleep, I can hear the continuous, buzzing echo of the day's residue. The cacophony of sound that gets trapped in my head all day long begins its slow release: the ringing of phones like calculated screams, the falling of fingers on key boards like pelting leaden raindrops, people barking orders at me as if they were the only masters I am obliged to serve.
Epidemics and pandemics have been around for centuries and have killed several thousand people. 50,097 people died in 2011 from two harmful epidemics called pneumonia and influenza. Epidemics and pandemics are extremely dangerous and should be taking seriously. But, there are also things that could be done that are and should be being done.
5:58 A.M. The time was drawing near; extraordinary to think, but no one else knew it. I was the master of time itself; if the man needed to know it, he would look to me. Being seemingly inanimate, he believed that I was his. Heh… the fool. Mankind would find himself lost without the “objects” like me. I was not built; I was born. I can feel, think, and know, and I know this world is mine. With every second that passes, my structure races with more and more anticipation. As the weight of the man was held on the bed, the weight of all rested on me. My hour is upon me, upon the man; upon all.
The pounding in my head is so familiar; I barely notice the effect of last night’s scotch. What isn’t familiar is the aroma of coffee. I open one eye, in case there is a body lying next to me. The bed is empty, but the bedside table shows proof of another existence; a half smoked cigarette is slowly disappearing in an ashtray. Oh Jesus, what did I get up to last night? I hate awkward morning after conversations. I drape on my clothes from yesterday, and hurry to make a quick exit. I can hear her in the kitchen, and to get out of the house, I have to pass her.
Sometimes I walk past the house – dread, hate and fear filling up my insides. Sometimes I think I put myself through the pain to make myself stronger. All I can feel is hate and anger invading my blood, my body and my mind. When I think of those months, the waiting dark clouds are released to take over the few memories filled with light.