There was a gentle hush all along Nakanoshima. All of the shops and high rise buildings had their shutters rolled down creating shadowy, silent walls. Darkness. A lonely orphaned boy stood outside the Kansai Electric Power Company building. At exactly 11:30pm, scheduled precisely of course, the top of the building lit up, glowing like a light bulb. Its radiance was mesmerising, illuminating the pitch-black Osaka night sky. Takayuki hugged his loose tattered clothing closer to his bony frame, and with weathered hands, prised open an unlocked window. Clambering inside, he traced his hands across the unfamiliar walls, searching in the darkness…
Click!
At last he could appreciate the surroundings. Magnificent white marble pillars arched upwards further than the eye could see, melding seamlessly against the creamy ivory coloured walls. Spying the elevator, Takayuki began to stride forward, the heels of his shoes click-clacking against the polished floors. He pushed the red button and the polished metal doors instantly opened, welcoming him inside. Takayuki needed to get to the top floor. Urgently, he jabbed at button “F25”.
The elevator began to steadily rise, its monotonous hum lulling Takayuki into a trance whilst the rest of city slept.
Floor 1..Floor 2…Floor 3……Floor……………………………
“Time of Death: fourteen hundred hours.”
Takayuki watched helplessly from outside the surgery. Anguished. Relentlessly he beat against the cold steel door. Why did you have to leave me? Bursting into tears, the orphan’s body began to spasm violently with each powerful sob. The surgeons looked on helplessly…
Scenario 1:
A powerful earthquake tore through the city. Takayuki was violently thrown against the walls of the elevator, eventually resting l...
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...owerful beam of light that spread out in ever-widening circles. However, as the magnificent light created a beautiful chiaroscuro with the darkness Takayuki was mesmerised and he embraced its warmth and resilience. He was blissfully unaware of the chaos below, content to simply lean against the walls and, breathlessly, continue to admire its unmatched magnificence. This moment would be cherished forever. Takayuki stared up into the heavens before slowly drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
A gigantic shadow was projected against nearby buildings causing several onlookers to take notice of a tiny boy all alone on the top of the Kansai Power Company building. Naturally, they began to panic until a helicopter was called. Gently and tenderly, Takayuki was undisturbed, carefully bundled between sheets by experienced hands and airlifted away.
Better?
Much better.
The family is scared as to what might happen with the heart surgery. Justine’s mother is also afraid that her family might blame her for going ahead with the heart surgery if anything bad were to happen to Justine in the hospital during the surgery. The family is hoping that the healing or the praying ceremony scheduled at the temple might work and cure Justine, and hopefully surgery might not be needed after all.
...y could not be performing because of money. He was overcome with the situation again when John proposed to give half of the money so the surgery could perform. Dr. Truner was again had to break the bad news when John was willing to commit suicide and Dr. Truner still refuses to do the surgey. He was dealt with the hardest decision to make, because here is had a father who is willing to kill himself because of hospital policies and money that he can’t help this family.
I stepped into the middle of the road and just stood there, the lights stretching in either direction, glowing in the deep chilly air. I could see my own breath, could feel my own warmth as it formed right there in front of me. Behind me, our house looked dark, faint lingering of I'd walk a million miles, and I wasn't even sure if it was really playing or if I was imagining the familiar, the same way a bright light remain when you close your eyelids, the way I imagine that the sight of an eclipse would burn its image into your eyes forever(pg.
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At just 14-years-old, Mr. Takashi was faced with this life-changing event. While listening to the school announcements when a blast came;
The thunder and lightning were getting bigger and bigger in the sky. He heard a window crash underneath him and saw kids running around on the wet concrete. “Get back into your houses and stay there until this is all over. I don’t want anybody to get hurt.”
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The sun was setting. The house didn’t know. The house was not aware that it had been alone for many sunsets. The purple, red, yellow shades shone incandescently onto the house, casting it in a certain glow could leave a bystander awe-struck. The house didn’t know.
I took a look around at the tall apartment building in front of me. After thanking the cab driver and handing him my money I grabbed my two suitcases from the trunk. I checked the newspaper clipping one more time before I headed up the stone steps of the apartment building before me. Once I opened the door I was greeted with the sight of emptiness. Aside from the desk and some furniture the room was practically empty. I looked at the stairs in front of me and then glanced back to the elevator. I knew I should really take the stairs, but I was lugging two full sized suitcases, a large makeup bag, and heavy backpack behind me. I walked across the room to the elevator and set down my suitcases. Just as I pressed the button the metal doors
On their way off the scene they heard a loud crash. They looked back and the building just fell. Thankfully there was nobody inside or outside the building.
I remember the openness of this place gave me the feeling of being vulnerable. At night, the darkness of the abandoned neighborhood acted as a cloak against the brightness of this one working streetlight.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.