Julie opened her eyes. Looking around herself with misty eyes, she found herself in a ward. No one else was in the ward at that moment. The spacious ward was enveloped in quietness. Julie felt her head heavy with dizziness, as if all the strength had drained out of her body. Questions stacked in her brain: Why am I here? Why am I here? Yet her intense headache prevented her from thinking hard. Despite her listless condition, she attempted to sit up in bed, but immediately felt an excruciating pain in her left leg. Subconsciously, Julie groped for her leg. She felt the rigid plaster, and jerked her hands back instantly with a start. That was when the terrible memories of the tragic night flashed through her mind. She was on her way home the day before. Just as she was walking past a parking lot, a red Honda started to reverse and exit from the parking lot. She stepped aside, but the car suddenly went out of control and whizzed in her direction. Panic stricken, she dashed frantically away to avoid the oncoming car, but it was too late. With a sudden crash, she lost her consciousness. A sense of loss surged throughout her weak body as she recalled yesterday’s accident. Pain started to raid her relentlessly. Staring blankly at her motionless leg, she let out a cry of disbelief and desperation. Her parents entered, consoling her and telling her that she would be in hospital for three months. She was lucky, they told her, that she narrowly missed the fate of being an amputee. But Julie could clearly see their tear-stained and weary faces as they told her not to worry in trembling voices. She could not stand it anymore. “Get out!” she shouted. “Get out at once!” Knowing the utter g... ... middle of paper ... ...Greeted with the sight of your grateful and intent eyes, I suddenly realized that I could still make a difference to people around me, even though I was near the end of my life journey. It was then that I decided to cheer you up, to help you, and meanwhile to make my final days meaningful. It was great to see you getting better day by day, although at times I mourned for the impossibility of my own recovery. I cherished our friendship. I cherished your company. I felt real happiness on recent days. And, I believe that you also have the same feeling. So, please do me a favor: be a strong girl. Do not break down when I leave you. Instead, let our friendship motivate you to lead a brave and happy life. Please remember: life always has something wonderful in store for you, waiting for you to discover. You must find it out, for yourself, for me, and, for our friendship.”
Daisy’s face was filled with fear as she slowly stood up and walked around the room. “She was…she was killed?” Daisy questioned in a trembling voice.
Emely made her way towards room 264. On the way, she sees an actual orderly with his hand cut off. She smiles, knowing that justice was served when he was caught talking on the phone in the hospital.
“... she could not walk for a week... They looked like drowned feet, swollen and boneless, except for the colour. They looked like lungs.”
The young girl gazes at you helplessly from within the tangled wreckage. You witnessed the crash – a massive truck careened into a minivan as it passed on the highway, killing the driver on impact, and virtually tearing the girl in half. Now she hangs from the car, held together by the seatbelt. Her nervous system critically damaged, she can’t feel much pain, but she knows that her situation is not optimal, to say the least. She is six years old – she probably doesn’t understand the concept of death. As you stare equally helplessly into her fear stricken eyes, the only words that you can muster are: “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.”
Crouched behind a square column of the porch of an old late-Victorian frame home, now shelter for squatters, Lew was watching for Molly. Molly is an unassuming yet attractive young woman who makes her living dancing at a local ‘gentleman’s’ club called the Lucky Lady. She lives in a second floor apartment of The Hanright Home, a rundown Gothic Revival house split into six apartments. Lew lives in the apartment next door.
At 80 miles per hour, the 1968 candy apple red Corvette streaked effortlessly through the gentle curves near the edge of Texas hill country. It wasn’t a loud sound. Not loud enough to frighten him, but it was loud enough for him to take notice and fill him with anxiety. He immediately clenched the steering wheel a little harder as a wave of near panic shot up his spine. Then, just as quickly as it surfaced, it subsided. A slight, but unusual vibration began to emanate from somewhere within the heart of the car, or so it seemed. He glanced in the rear view mirror, saw there were no vehicles for as far as he could see, and decided that he would pull the car over to the shoulder. At that precise moment, the concrete ribbon twisted sharply to the right in a nasty hairpin curve. It snaked around in a desperate curl that’s caught him by complete surprise, and he stupidly mashed the brake pedal much too hard. The tires screamed noisily as they painted heavy streaks of hot black rubber on the narrow concrete roadway. The tail end of the car began to swing around, and instinctively he twisted the wheel to the left to steer into the skid. This action was now bringing him too close to the left-hand shoulder where large, protruding boulders threatened destruction to his car. Just a few feet beyond the rocks, the road dropped off into a deep; seemingly bottomless chasm. He cursed aloud for allowing the turn to surprise him. Then just before the unavoidable crash into the rocky shoulder, he took his foot off the brake, turned hard to the right and with earnest passion, stomped hard on the gas pedal.
This essay will outline the legal rights and obligations of Josh and Julie in regards to the likelihood of legal action being pursued against them by Steward and/or Brendan in regards to a breach of contract. The argument will summaries the difference between an offer and an invitation to treat and how the courts would interpret Josh and Stewards case if it were to go to court. The situation considered between Josh and Brendan will be dismembered quickly. Clarification is provided to describe the irrelevance of the exclusion clause within their agreement; this is backed up through evidence in statute law. To conclude the arguments will outline how Josh and Julie will not suffer any legal action brought forward by either Steward or Brendan but
By the time Julie returned her grandmother was ever so lightly snoring. The look of gratification and appreciation of Julie’s previously stern face melted my heart and again my eyes welled with tears. The fence Julie had built around her heart slowly disintegrated as she observed the bond I had developed with her “mom”. With a quivering voice, Julie revealed the stress and emotional turmoil of watching this devastating disease imprison the only mother she had ever known.
It was very hard for me to leave my family and friends behind, it was even harder to leave my childhood home. I still remember the looks on my families faces when I told them the news, I hated to leave them like that, so clueless. However, I know this was for a good cause, so I won’t blame myself for leaving them. I’m thankful I got out of my old home, but I can’t ignore the fact that I miss my friend’s company, I also can’t seem to get my mom's and dad’s voices out of my head. Man, I miss them, but I’m glad I got my children and my pets away from there. Now I finally get to give them the life they deserve.
The poem “Maggie And Milly And Molly and May” by E.E. Cummings is an interesting poem about Maggie, Milly, Molly, and May going to the beach. First, this poem was difficult to analyze due to that fact that “Cummings experimented radically with form, punctuation, spelling, and syntax, abandoning traditional techniques and structures to create a new, highly idiosyncratic means of poetic expression” (poets.org). This made the poem epically difficult to analyze, but there is still a theme present. In this poem, E.E. Cummings expressed that everyone is unique. The theme of how you act at the beach reflects your personality in “Maggie and Milly and Molly and May” is established through its ending, its plot, and its symbols.
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.
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
It is always difficult as things come to an end, and even more difficult to say goodbye, but we cannot look at this as goodbye. This is simply a farewell until we meet again. We wish you all the best in your futures and hope that everything you achieve is what you expected and more – as we know you are all going to do great things. Wherever you may go, never be afraid to accept challenges and take on all challenges you may face head on. And remember, life 's a dance, you learn as you go!
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
I promptly arrived at the hospital. My hands slid off the sweaty steering wheel as my feet roughly acquainted themselves with the pavement in the parking lot. Arriving at the doors of the hospital, I felt the pulsing of my blood racing through my veins. Bustling to the elevator, I could feel the air wafting me in the face, like a frank train slamming into my body. The tension in the air was so thick that I was suffocating in quicksand. Meeting up with my mom and dad, I could see that they were equally anxious and nervous for their daughter and our family.