It has been a year since I realized my power of pathifery, which is the gift of receiving any power simply by wanting it. My version was called wish granting. I could wish for myself to have any gift. You could say it is an overpowered gift, but I didn't choose for myself to have this gift. When my brother started to exhibit similar attributes, I believed that there were more with gifts. My brother and I were spending every minute of our free time searching for others with gifts. As we were searching, we looked on the news site. In the middle of the Sahara desert, there was a nuclear explosion. I teleported to the area with a simple question: why would someone blow up a desert? When I arrived, most of the sand in the area was turned to glass. Behind me, a portal opened. My brother stepped out the portal as it closed. “So, what's the damage?” my brother inquired. “Really, man?” I retorted, “We are in the middle of nuclear wreckage.” Then, I tried something new. Placing two of my fingers at either side of my head, I reversed time in my head. Then, I noticed, I was intangible. I concentrated on the task ahead.
There, I saw two men standing in the middle of the desert. Only, it wasn't just the two of them. There was a whole encampment. Scientists were rushing to and fro on the campground. From the look of it, the two men were arguing. Suddenly, one of the men's eyes glowed. His hands were blazing with fire. Then, he let the fire run loose throughout the grounds. Suddenly, a ring of flames surrounded him. As he screamed, the ring enlarged. The sand turned to glass. Men were incinerated. All who was left was the man who threw the flames around the building. Suddenly, I felt a rush of pain upon my cheek. Then, I was rushed back to the ...
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...not be available for . . .” At this point, he looked up to the assistant, to which he finished, “One month?” She nodded her head. I stepped out of my chair, ready to leave. “This meet-and-greet with today's villain was fun,” I grinned sarcastically, “However, I have a life to live.” As I headed out, the director yelled, “Wait!” I looked to him. “Here is what you can do. Go to Westchester County, I have a friend there. Goes by the name of X. He could possibly train you. Turn you into a hero.” I shrugged, thanking him for the info. Then, I jumped off of his aerial base. Suddenly, I transported myself into my bedroom. My brother asked, “Where were you?” “Nevermind that, we need to convince Mom to transfer us from our school to a boarding institute in New York,” I answered. Confused, my brother asked, “Why?” Then, I inquired, “Have you heard of a man named Nostradamus?”
DSS received a report of physical abuse, physical neglect and substantial risk of physical abuse on March 3, 2017 alleging there is chaos in the home. After returning with his brothers from their cousin’s house, the boys had to go to bed. The reporter stated that Xzavia banged on his mother’s bedroom door on three separate occasions wanting something to eat. The first time he was told to go back to bed and a popping noise was heard. The second time Ms. Kimberly Dawkins grabbed Xzavia by the head, shook him little and told him to go back to bed. The third time Ms. Dawkins grabbed Xzavia, threw him on the bed, got a gun, held him down and pointed it at him. Reporter states there was no clip in the gun. Ms. Dawkins was reported being upset and it was reported that she left the home for twenty minutes but came back. It was reported that while Ms. Dawkins was gone, Xzavia was very upset and he was crying and Tyzhaun stared punching holes in the wall. It was reported that Xzavia says he wanted to die and that Atmorris went and got a knife, stated to Xzavia, “You want to die?”, here’s the knife and the two older brothers, Tyzhaun and Atmorris left the house and Xzavia chased them. It was reported that Xzavia was outside crying and he spent the night with the neighbor.
Norman Maclean's book, Young Men and Fire, recreates the tragedy of the Mann Gulch fire. His ambition to have this lamentable episode of history reach out and touch his readers triumphs in extolling the honor and respect deserved by the thirteen smoke jumpers who died. This book is a splendid tribute to the courageous efforts of such men, as well as a landmark, reminding mankind to heed the unpredictable behavior and raw power of nature.
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier is a story about a man, named Inman, who is forced to fight in the Civil War. All the men who are healthy and fit enough have to go fight in the war and they leave their families and loved ones behind. For Inman, this was his beloved Ada. Unfortunately, Inman gets shot in the neck and is transported to a hospital to recover. But, this was not a completely bad thing because when he is well enough to move, Inman leaves the hospital and begins his journey back to Cold Mountain in search of Ada. Along the way violence is a central focus throughout the story. Inman does not want to commit acts of violence, on purpose, especially in the beginning of the book. If he had to commit an act it was purely because of survival; however as his journeys home continues I think he commits them more
Imagine for a moment, a world of death. For 200 years your family has been sealed away with a thousand other people, to protect you from the dangers outside. Now your father has disappeared, and it’s up to you to find him. After a harrowing escape from your subterranean home, you walk through a tunnel to the outside world, past dead bodies, stretched out in front of the door, as if to say “don’t leave us out here to die!” As you walk through the gate to the outside, and as your eyes slowly adjust to the sun you have never seen, a wasteland emerges before you. The world is devastated, destroyed and annihilated. Broken twisted hunks of metal lie next to a sign on the side of the mountain saying “scenic overlook” on your right, the broken remains of the interstate bridge stand as a monument to a destroyed culture. Petrified trees are all that remains of the local fauna. Off in the distance, all that remains is destruction. While you may think of this stunning visualization of a wonderful novel, this is actually one of the opening scenes from Todd Howard and Bethesda Game Studios’ “Fallout 3.”
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Multiple studies from various emergency department show that the rates of violence in the emergency department are higher than other wards in hospitals. These studies looked at violence and intimidation directed towards the emergency department staff in various forms. These included intimidating behaviour, verbal abuse, shouting, physical threats, attempts of physical assault to actually getting physically assaulted. The Emergency Nurses Association (an American organization) surveyed 3500 nurses, and found that 86% had experienced physical violence on the job in the last 3 years, and 72% stated they did not feel safe on the job. A Canadian study, that surveyed emergency department employees at St. Paul’s hospital, a downtown hospital in Vancouver had similar results. Of the 163 staff members that completed the survey, 97% stated they had experienced physical threats while working in the department, and 92% said they experienced verbal abuse and physical assault. Disturbingly, 68% of those surveyed believed that the frequency of violence at the emergency department was increasing over time.
It felt like years. Every so often a rat would come up and i would catch them and eat them to survive. I felt myself becoming very very weak it became difficult to even open my eyes every day. I was sure I was going to die, I could feel it. I started thinking what would have happened if I would have just accepted my fate, and burned to death by the closing firey walls. I would have died faster that is for sure. I would not be suffering so much. I decided it was time to sleep once again so I layed down on the board and said to myself “I am never getting out of here” then I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I was later woken up by a conversation above. “How long ago did you close the walls?” The French General asked. “Well sir, it has been about two weeks” Bob explained to the General. There was a long pause and then the General asked “I mean are you sure he is dead?” They must have walked away cause I could not hear them any longer. Once the voices faded away I thought for sure I was going to die down here. I lost all hope and immediately regretted not allowing the walls to crush and burn me to
The patient is a 24 year old female who presented to the ED via LEO after an altercation with her fiance. The patient reports suicidal and homicidal ideations. The patient denies symptoms of psychosis. The patient reports that she has a vague memory her reason for being in the ER.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
When describing a physical altercation between two adults, the term is assault and battery. Assault on an individual has more than immediate effects; the effects can last a lifetime in severe cases. In all fifty states, it is a crime to hit, strike or use corporal punishment in any deliberate manner towards any person over the age of eighteen. However, this law does not apply to physical force being used on minors. Spanking, whipping, and paddling are among a few common references to this form of punishment. Physically disciplining children has had many names over the years. No matter which term is used, corporal punishment has a negative impact on every party involved. It is a widely used, socially accepted method of discipline. “Approximately 94% of three and four-year old children have been spanked in the past year (Slade & Winssow 1321). Although spanking is a widespread practice, it is becoming more controversial. The negative effects of spanking greatly outweigh the benefits. Spanking is a socially tolerated view promoting abusive patterns, and has a negative psychological impact in teaching children that pain, fear, and confusion promote conformability.
There are many different ethical situations that a person can face in the criminal justice field. Being able to have strong ethical values is extremely important. A person must know which decision to make when put into that situation. This paper will research a major that occurs a lot in the criminal justice field. The topic that will be discussed is the excessive use of force. Excessive use of force happens too much and it should never be tolerated.
When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four other survivors we began moving our small petite weak legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Reaching our destination which was a tiny space filled with dark shade blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly moving down my light colored hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was awakened the next day from a grumbling noise coming from my empty stomach.
Suddenly, an oily breeze blew in a faint rumbling sound. Slowly, the roars that started dim and faint grew louder and more gigantic. I slumped down staring to the skies helplessly trying to cling to the mud with a weak grasp. The wind swiftly howled ferociously. I felt the sound coming from my eyes.Responsively, I tilted my head to the side away from the wind. My face pinched in anguish feeling the p...
We had arrived to the first planet and just by looking at it, it looked like this planet was not going to become our home for long. We got out of the starship just to explore it anyway. We started to walk around on the planet and we felt shaking constantly. I thought it was just constant earthquakes and that they never stopped, but I knew I was wrong when I saw a lot of creatures just running around. I knew they were making the shaking because of the number of creatures. It looked like the creatures where hostile because they were fighting with themselves and with one another. We turned around and walked the other way to a canyon that we had seen as we landed on the planet. This planet was weird, it was very dry and there looked like there was no source of water because of how dry it was. As we looked over the canyon I told my brother Jack, “Look how deep the canyon is, and how steep.” He replied, “Yea dude, it looks pretty nasty down there. I think we should just go and tell mom and dad that this place it pretty weird and we can’t live here.” I agreed with him for once in a long time, so we headed back to the starship to take off. We got back to the ship and those a couple of those creatures we had saw spotted us and came toward us pretty fast. We just went in the starship and didn’t turn back. Those creatures ignored us and just turned around and went back with there herd.
I swam through the sea illuminated by the flames to find Tom."You okay buddy?""Yeah the flames were everywhere and I wasn't sure what to do.""Well you did the right thing Tom."Finally he was beside me riding over the waves. We found a large board that supported our weight and we began to circle the destroyed vessel. I began to feel weary from inhaling so much smoke. Everything was going dark and before long I couldn't hold on. I don't know when I woke up.