“12-3. Bottom of the seventh inning, two outs, bases loaded… STRIKE THREE!” roared the gruesome umpire. The game was not in good shape for the Marines, this was their only chance to maintain their position in the finals. The players were worn out, there was no chance this little league team would survive the inning. Only as if a miracle were to occur would their luck change.
Then it happened…
It started off with a light drizzle that the weather forecast did not predict, then evolved into a heavy thunderous storm. The clouds were gray; the sky was gray, everything pointing toward a long night of excessive precipitation. “Game postponed ‘till further notice,” declared the coach. The team grunted, and went their own way trying to locate their parents on the bleachers. It was a bittersweet moment knowing that they would have to continue the baseball game later.
“Mom, did you record me, or at least until it started to rain? I need to know where I went wrong, or where I did well. Did you think I did well; my team’s uncooperative abilities eclipsed my efforts?” asked Nigel. “Well you were okay, but you can’t blame what may have partially been your fault on others, and the battery died,” said his mom, Genevieve. They went back home, ate dinner and off to bed.
“No, no! No!” he was trembling, he was shaking. The feeling was indescribable, a sudden pain that attacked his central nervous system. It was a horrible headache, it was a nightmare. He had envisioned a sly man. He wore a dark cloak that covered his fragile body. He had a crooked mouth, inside were jagged teeth outlined with a thin red liquid of some sort. The man kept his balance through a polished oak cane. In the other hand the ghoulish man clutched a ...
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...then passed the phone to the techies, Rhett and Link. Meanwhile, Nigel was trying to dichotomize the watch without actually damaging it, it technically was not his. After pressing a few buttons, the watch seemed to turn alive, “Calling Leonard Hollis”. “Wait, what was that? Did the phone start to work?” asked Phoebe, Nigel responded with a nod, “Is it possible to call someone through a watch, either that or ‘It’s Alive’?!” Nigel ran up to the twins to show them his mishap. With nothing to do, Phoebe and Nigel looked yet again in the satchel only to find out that they missed a few things; a Rubik’s cube, a stash of money (500 dollars), a Visa credit card, and a pair of opaque sunglasses. They both tried to find out why such a smart man would have such useless objects.
Stomp, stomp, stomp, the sound was clear and heavy. Someone was trekking through the forest.
If the storm had lulled at little at sunset, it made up now for lost time. Strong and horizontal thundered the current of the wind from north-west to south-east; it brought rain like spray, and sometimes, a sharp hail like shot; it was cold and pierced me to the vitals. I bent my head to meet it, but it beat me back. My heart did not fail at all in this conflict, I only wished that I had wings and could ascend the gale, spread and repose my pinions on
Halfway up it was beginning to look doubtful, the wind was picking up and everyone was getting out rain gear to prepare for the storm. I voiced my doubts to Phil and he said we might as well keep going until the lighting got too close. So we did. The thunder grew in volume and the echoes magnified the noise to a dull roar sometimes. Then suddenly it began to ebb. The wind died down and lightening came less frequently. I exchanged relieved looks with Phil after a bit, but kept the pace up--I didn’t want to take chances. Eventually it hit us, but by then it was nothing more then a heavy rain. We kept moving, if slower, and made it over the ridge with no other problems. That night I enjoyed the meal a little more and slept a little deeper realizing how much is important that easily goes unnoticed until something threatens to take it away.
Untouched and unhindered, he continued on a path, not yet discovered, towards the unknowing Prince Prospero. Although he had a slow pace, he made an unexplainable distance in a small amount of time. Some masqueraded man from the retreating group grew enraged and curious of this mysterious man. He ran up to the figure and placed a hand on his mask with the intent to tear it off of the ghostly man. The moment he laid his hand upon the mask, he screamed in agony and pain. Then, unable to pull his hand or the mask free, his fate was sealed. His scream withered away along with his final breath, as he turned old and crumpled onto the lustrous floor in a pile of black ash. Silence and absolute stillness filled the room before a wine glass, half full of a red drink, descended from the whitley g...
“Then came the march past the victims. The two men are no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing. And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes.
It was the seventh and final inning of the District Championship game in Rancho Cucamonga. We, meaning Glendora, were down eleven to eight in the bottom of the inning against Chino Hills. Bottom of the lineup, Alicia goes up to bat, swings at the first pitch, and hits a weak ball to the pitcher.
Therefore, the day of game on June 10, Phil and I woke up early and began our two and half hour journey up the Massachusetts Turnpike to Boston. As we are driving up the pike, you can see the clouds getting dark and cloudy as we get closer to Boston. When we get into Boston, we get lost tr...
The United States enshrines in its constitution a Fifth Amendment, a law which protects one from being placed twice in jeopardy under the same crime. To this regard, one cannot be placed in double jeopardy by the same government. However, there are certain circumstances that can make one to be placed under double jeopardy without violating the Act. It is important to note that the federal and the state governments are two sovereigns. In this case therefore, a person can be tried for the same crime by the two separate sovereigns under their respective laws (Merriam, 2008). The same case happens for two states. Each state is a sovereign and therefore can try a person for the same crime. This normally happens for serious crimes such as murder and or drug trafficking.
He believed these hallucinations so much, that he killed the man, and instantly felt relieved. I characterized this man as being filled with greed and it was almost as if the man could not compete with the old man and felt threatened by him, so the easiest thing to do in his mind, was get rid of him. “The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone dead.
...t agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demonical corpse which I had so miserably given life.”
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
Here comes agony and nausea. My own fear starts to tear my flesh and my mind is wrecked with despair. Callous machetes and guns are everywhere, all wet with my tribe’s blood. The sickening smell stings me and agitates my bodily functions. Every detail of this death scene is now etched into my brain.
...en a strange feeling down his spine again, as if something was breathing on his neck. He turned slowly… seeing if someone was behind him and then boom! The figure was right there, about seven feet away, trying to grab him with his big, skinny, hands, with his sharp and dark fingernails that could rip a man’s heart out… He fell down, so surprised by the strange figure.
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.