“WHAT DO YOU GOT THERE BOY?" He hissed. Mario looked up at Matt. His voice had a different timbre than he remembered the night of the party. It sounded as if multiple people were speaking through him. Matt tore Mario’s bible out of his hands and threw it across the room. “DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THIS WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT IS GOING TO SAVE YOU?" He shouted, stalking closer to him. His tongue appeared forked like a snake for a brief second as he hissed by his ear. Mario’s eyes narrowed at him. He suddenly gripped his arm with atypical strength. His hand abnormally cold as it a cool breeze edged the surface of his skin as his eyes changed from their usual brown to a dark shade of yellow. From behind his depraved eyes he caught a glimpse of an …show more content…
I swear!" Adrian retorted. His eyes moved to the corner, noticing the back door was slightly ajar. He must have been outside and left him a mess to clean. It was no surprise this was his nature, always forcing him to work. Rainy days were a nightmare for this reason, because he stayed inside to abuse him and his mother. Then he would beat them for any little speck of dust, or spot he saw. Rain to him represented hopelessness and despair. * * * When he arrived at the clinic, he took a deep breath, lowering his hood, walked in, and sat patiently in the waiting room. He picked up a Times magazine and flipped through the pages bored. Having always enjoyed reading, it was his escape and he wished right now he had a good book, but magazines sometimes worked just as well. As he flipped through it his mind began to blur again filling with images of his past. * * * “Do you love me?" Horacio asked as he crouched down beside his son. Eight year old Adrian glanced up from the corner he hid in crying after his dad finished beating his mother. He tried to step in, but his father beaten him too. His mother upstairs was so badly beaten she could barely move and his father refused to let him see …show more content…
For now you are just a kid and what happens between me and your mother is none of your business. Regardless you cannot blame your parents for your shortcomings" Horacio said, scanning him for concurrence. "You know what happens to those who don't believe in the bible." He said. Adrian rolled his eyes frustrated. "They burn in hell, and I know you don't want to go there do you? If I didn't love you do you think I would be here? Do you know how many kids are fatherless and wish they had a dad that was there? I could have abandoned you. I gave you and your mother food, house, clothes. Remember the mission trips I went on? Those children wish they could have even a drop of what you have. You aren’t starving or dying. You have all your needs met and I even give you want you want most of the time when I can afford it, like this toy. Why are you so ungrateful? I wish I could had have of what you had as a child. It seems you guys take everything I do and give you for
Life is an amazing thing just like Jeannette Walls’ in The Glass Castle. Add a sentence about her hardships. People are awesome and we do many great things in life. Some of us go on to making and creating amazing inventions and other gadgets. Some of us go on to doing heroic things with our life. Well all have great and amazing moments but sometimes we have not so great or even tragic events. I 'm not going to say I 've had it the worst like Jeannette, but I 've definitely have a story to tell.
The day started with clear blue skies and not a cloud in the sight. The only noise that you could hear was a concert given by the nearby crickets, and a lonely bull frog singing nearby in unison. As the evening passes on a sharp snoring noise can be heard muffled softly.
“There is no way I can watch.” Nate took the towel Ben was holding and covered his eyes with it. When Nate looked up he saw an empty dugout, Ben and Mitch had rushed on the field to celebrate the winning run coming
“Everything is about Bruno now, I don’t matter to Mom anymore. All she cares about is killing herself, and once she really goes through with it, I am most definitely not going to stop her. When Dad shot himself in his office, she left his corpse there for days. She didn’t care, she acts like I’m not even alive anymore.”
As he stared at the ceiling, color returned to his face, numbness replaced with a warm sense of existing, the touch of the cool air against his skin. He looked at his hands. They were calloused and raw, nails gnawed to the quick, fingerprints lost among countless scars and burns. He grimaced. They didn't let him care for his hands, which was silly; he was a musician and he needed them to
After the sudden craze of Pokémon GO, I thought that many people would be confused about what the game is and why it is so popular. My grandma had recently been asking how the game works as she has noticed large groups of people all in one place staring down at their phones, on her daily walk in Semaphore. I decided it would be best to explain the app in a letter to Grandma as I would be able to explain the fine details. As my grandma likes learning about new things and enjoys a few computer games, I thought that she would like it if I went into detail about the game as there would perhaps be a chance that she would want to play.
Breath, taken for granted every second of everyday. It just happens, breathe in breathe out. Anything can be taken away in an instant. Eka a twenty three year old student has his first vacation since he started college to become a tectonic plate scientist. With his mother, papa, two sisters, and a newborn baby boy.
“I know guys, but she likes to spend time with you and you would cry too if you were in her position. Don’t feel bad, Anna. It’s not your fault she can’t talk. You guys are pretty much her only joy in life,” said my mom. The living room doors creaked open and
The Incredibles were vacationing in Japan when it happened, a nuclear plant in had exploded and radiation swept across the city, endangering the citizens of Japan, this is the exact conditions needed to awaken Godzilla. As it arose from the depths of the ocean the tidal wave that followed took out the shoreline of japan along with house hotels and other structures, and that’s what grabbed the attention of Robert Parr, Mr. Incredible. As he left his hotel he saw Godzilla approaching the shoreline and knew he had to do something. He ran back inside to warn his family and told them to stay in the hotel where it was safe and they can’t get hurt, they didn’t want to let him go alone so after a couple minutes of convincing he left.
His heart raced, his chest ached, he was coughing up the acrid salty water. He moved on hands and feet until his fingers crunched into drier sand. He looked up just in time to see something glint in the moonlight. It streaked towards him.
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
The next day, his phone couldn’t stop ringing. Erik was curious as to why he had so many phone calls, but as he did create a revolution in the medical world, he wasn’t so shocked. He thought the phone calls could wait, he needed to get to work. He walked outside and as usual, picked up the newspaper lying on the ground. His heart dropped the second he read the title.
It was the end of the quarter and I had to write an essay exam on a book that I read. My hands were shaking and my palms were sweating and I kept jiggling my right leg up and down. Even though I was nervous I felt that I would be successful. I was more worried that the questions wouldn’t fit my book or I just wouldn’t be able to think of anything to write about.
“You see, we're not young,but we're going to treat you like our own baby,oh boy,what’s your name first?”dad asked humorously. “My name is Oliver,I’m 7 years old”He whispered in his voice,and glanced at his new mom stealthily. Looking at the parasol tree flying over the road outside the window,Oliver could not help remembering his mother with blurred impression. “Mom, do you see, I have new mom and Dad,you can rest assured that I'll listen to them,because they looked very kind. May god bless you.”
...t, I always assumed that rain was simply a type of weather. To me, the word rain was used as a clarification to help viewers understand. However, rain is so much more than just a clarification on the weather channel. Rain is associated with several emotions ranging from cleansing to depression, love to anger, and life to death. Sometimes I wonder if life would be better without rain; there wouldn’t be as many natural disasters or frequent reminders of depression. But then I imagine not being able to feel renewal and love, or see the effects rain has on life; suddenly, I realize that the positive effects of rain far outweigh the negatives. As you see the majestic rain gracefully floating down, recognize the simple beauty and importance in rain. Uncover those feelings you’ve been burying within you for so long; expose the emotions you’ve been hiding and feel free.