His hands quavered with excitement as he approached the room. The burning sensation to shake out his muscles and hop up and down for a few times almost persuaded Marquis to do so. Blood was rushing to his head like it had each time he broke into a person’s house with an evil intention. Everything was dark, making it harder for him to maneuver the strange apartment without making a noise. But it all had gone well from hacking the door lock to stepping on the carpet of the living room with a ten sized shoe. Embedded safely in his pocket was the syringe filled to the brim with his key drug and thumb yearned to push down the small pump and inject the liquid into the blood stream. It was almost as inciting as pulling a trigger to a gun. The devices he carried with him yelled to be touched, to be pushed, or to be pulled. But if all went to plan, there would be no need to use his gun or to use the tape.
Marquis rubbed the mask around his mouth, feeling the dead lip skin pull at the fibers of the cloth.
I need to apply Chap Stick, he causally thought and entered the small room. He looked around the room and took in the ordinary decor. As he entered, the room opened up to his left while a wall continued on his right side. He turned his head and looked past the dresser, nightstand, and onto the bed. The figure was curled up into a ball with the one blanket covering him. It was approximately forty degrease ferigenheight, by Marquis calculations, and it was obvious that the boy needed an extra cover.
GET A MOVE ON!!!
Marquis nodded at his inner thought and stepped towards the bed. His mind wandered occasionally but thanks to his adrenalin, he held a tight chain on his mind wandering. Pain suddenly screamed in his right arm. He gave a slight ...
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...s I do. I remember this place very clearly because I normally don’t see this beauty everyday.” Gavin said and gestured out to the expanse before them.
“Yes, I do recall knowing something about your world for it being bland and destroyed of nature.”
“Yeah.” Gavin said dumbly. His mind raced on deciding whether to run or talk to the threatening figure which loomed uncomfortably above his head.
You talked to him once be…
“I mean you no harm, Gavin. I might look threatening but in fact I am quite the opposite. Unfortunately you will come to understand this all too well.” Yoazu said.
Gavin raised his eyebrow and then frowned. “W-what do you mean?”
“This is why you are here. I am here to warn you and give you encouragement for the times ahead. Everything in your life is about to change for the worse, as you will find out once awoken.” It said and turned away from Gavin.
I placed the knife on the table and turned around, pinning my gaze inside the plastic wrapped room that I had carefully prepared. An agonized face glared back at me, blue eyes burned beneath the black eyebrows. “What the hell is this?” I carelessly studied the forehead which tightened and twitched with tension and my gaze wandered off to his left cheek. “This... is the moment of truth.” I replied to his cry with ease. He was breathing heavily. Oh, this felt so good. It has been a very long time since I let my dark passenger come out to play. Thirty-eight days, sixteen hours, and twelve minutes to be precise, Trinity has kept me occupied long enough. Then I sliced his left cheek to take my blood slide.
Darktan grunted and looked down at the teeth, an inch away from his nose. He pulled a
The controversy surrounding the 78th Texas Legislature between the Democratic and Republican Party state representations and senators was that there was an attempt to redistrict the recently redrawn congressional districts. This issue of, “redistricting” was indorsed by the Republican Party. The endorsement of “redistricting,” wasn’t surprising considering that the Republican Party had just won the Texas state legislature for the first time since Reconstruction. The Republican Party’s position on the issue was clear through the statements of Tom DeLay, “Texans deserve representation that reflects their values and believes.” Knowing that the redistricting would result in catastrophic losses for the party, the Democrats apposed the idea of, “redistricting.” The Democrats were so opposed to the idea of, “redistricting,” that they fled to Ardmore, Oklahoma. The justification for the party fleeing was said best in the words of state Representative Jim Dunnam, “We're here in Ardmore, Oklahoma, because the real problems of Texas are budget problems, are school finance problems, are health ...
While lowering himself to reach for the paper, dragging his body to go with gravity for only mere seconds and feet. It seemed that all of his muscles could not stretch enough, but he was able to feel the thin paper between his thumb and middle finger. As soon as his body was being dragged against the gravity pulling him, Tom was able to place his paper into his rugged coat pocket. Step by step, his body began to feel taut, halting him to rest for only a minute. At one of those rests, a bright light caught his attention and instinctively he turned his head to see what it was coming from. During this turn of events, he began to panic, having a wind catch his coat, whilst trying to pull him off of the ledge like a bandaid. He slammed his body onto the brick, making the wind release its grip from Tom. He began to focus on the dimmed light of his apartment window, inching towards
While one person lays with their wrists circumscribed to the worn leather of the gurney, another person holds two skin-piercing needles. The individual holding the needles is an inexperienced technician who obtains permission from the United States federal government to murder people. One needle is held as a precaution in case the pain is too visible to the viewers. Another dagger filled with a lethal dosage of chemicals is inserted into the vein that causes the person to stop breathing. When the cry of the heart rate monitor becomes monotone, the corrupt procedure is complete. Lying in the chair is a corpse when moments ago it was an individual who made one fatal mistake that will never get the chance to redeem (Ecenbarger). Although some people believe that the death
There has long been argument over whether genetic modification holds the key to our future as a species, or if the risks and downsides of genetic modification outweigh all of the possible rewards . There have been an uncountable number of papers written on the subject, arguing both for and against. Ronald M. Green's article “Building Baby from the Genes Up” argues that genetic modification has many possible benefits to the human race, such as preventing deadly diseases, and eliminating fears that genetic modification would lead to the creation of a selective “master race” where babies are hand picked to be doctors and athletes by their parents. In contrast to Green is Richard Hayes' article “Genetically Modified Humans? No Thanks.” in which Hayes disagrees with Green, saying that genetic modification would no doubt lead to hand picked “designer” babies, which would destroy the free will and futures of children who were born into their destiny. Hayes' final point, saying that although it is a good thing to use genetic modification to eliminate diseases such and cancer and obesity, we shouldn't go any further than that when it comes to messing with the genes of unborn babies. Although both authors make some great points in their essays, Green definitely makes the stronger more persuasive argument than Hayes, who basically just gives his opinion without backing it up with anything.
“I know, but you look so lovely in my castle and your presence is overwhelming.” Pluto said.
"I am aware you know most of the factionless sectors, so that means you can map a few of them for me"
Caroline then replied, "You must have known the murderer already, or else you would not be so quiet." "It is precisely because Mr. Poirot had not told me the murderer that I am so quiet. Caroline knew that no matter how hard she tried, Dr. Sheppard, being as stubborn as he usually were, would not have told her anything, so she gave up. Dr. Sheppard had concealed his secret excellently, and not even Caroline found out that he was going to poison himself. That night, Dr. Sheppard had already got the draught ready, and he was about to drink it, but at that moment, his sister knocked on the door and entered his room.
“Let me rephrase the question. Do you remember anything IMPORTANT from your trip to America?”
To his surprise, his father began very carefully to direct the needle into the top of the newchild’s forehead, puncturing the place where the fragile skin pulsed. The newborn squirmed and wailed faintly “Why’s he-“ “Shhh,” The giver said sharply. His father was talking, and Jonas realized that he was hearing the answer to the question he had started to ask. Still in the special voice, his father was saying, “I know, I know. It hurts, little guy. But I have to use a vein, and the veins in your arm are still too teeny-weeny.” He pushed the plunger very slowly, injecting the liquid into the scalp vein until the syringe was empty. “All done. ! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jonas heard his father say cheerfully. He turned aside and dropped the syringe into a waste receptacle. Now he cleans him up and makes him comfy, Jonas said to himself, aware that the giver didn’t want to talk during the little ceremony. As he continued to watch, the newchild, no longer crying, moved his arms and le...
His decisions have to be precise as it could possible result in death. The narrator was hopeless until he notices a group of rats, as he states, " With painful effort I outstretched my left arm as far as my bonds permitted, and took possession of the small remnant which had been spared me by the rats. As I put a portion of it within my lips, there rushed to my mind a half formed thought of joy -- of hope.” - this made the narrator want to continue living. Each swing got closer and closer, but the rodents were also making the straps disappear, as the narrator states in disgust, " they swarmed upon me in ever accumulating heaps. They writhed upon my throat; their cold lips sought my own". The narrators brilliant idea of getting the group of rats to eat through the leather that tied him down, help he get out of that torture method and release is anxiety of
“See, it’s not that bad,” Anthony consoled the whimpering pet. But really, he was consoling himself. He couldn’t shake this eerie feeling he had. A few days later, this feeling became a reality.
“And what if I am, Winchester? It’s not like there’s much to do in that crappy motel room, right now” you retorted.
As a result of the horror installed in the Marquis’s masculine dominance, the narrator objectified herself to discover her personal identity. The transition from being a child into a married woman allows the narrator to be curious and gain knowledge that she may not have had before. The knowledge that the narrator gains challenges the masculine dominance that her husband has restricted on her. Through this lens, the intention that Carter may have is to deconstruct gender norms. In “The Bloody Chamber,” masculine dominance was the end for some individuals, but just the beginning for others to