My legs buckled underneath me. Charles caught me before I hit the floor. Did I hear right? Maybe I imagined Leader Zwingler saying his name. It had to be a mistake. He was a pilot. Pilots never get called. Ever. Mother Country couldn’t afford to lose them since they kept the fleet on a constantly changing coordinate system which confused our enemies and kept our fleet hidden on radar. Hearing William’s name somehow felt worse than hearing my own. “Evelyn! Are you all right?” Charles asked, sort of shaking me in the process. But I just sat there in his arms. In complete shock. William. My William was being hunted at this instant. I had to find him. Warn him. He would tell me to stay put and pretend he was a stranger, but something inside me …show more content…
The lunch shift had started ten minutes ago, so no one would be in this section except for a couple of nurses who ate their lunches in the cubicles and one nurse taking the shift in the nursery. They wouldn’t be a problem. But I had to be cautious; guards would be searching every section of the ship for dissenters. And snatching up those who even give them a suspicious gaze. Even the pace of my heels clicking on the red and white stone floor could give me away, so I slowed to a walk. The black water outside made the hall lights a little softer and the shadows along the floor made my journey to the janitor’s closet even stranger. It was like I was in a dream. This whole thing was a dream. The kind where you are running and running to no particular place but the hall just kept going and going on forever. Except, this time my run/walk was real and the turn to the next hall did approach. Please, please, just let him be there. I opened the door slowly and slid through before anyone …show more content…
I kept the light off because if someone else opened the door then I would still be partially hidden in the dark. “William,” I called again. I crept farther in, bumping into a bucket of water which splashed onto the floor and up onto my leg. It was cold and most likely filthy. The end of the closet came, with only another shelving unit to go, and my heart sank at the realization that he may not be in here. But as expected, he reached for my waist and pulled me behind a shelf of cleaning supplies. His lips to mine. I felt my whole body relax as I returned the kiss. My lips tasting his sweet
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.
The window slowly creaked open, a soft wind blew into the small room. The sound of light breathing came from under the sheets were a young boy slept, oblivious to the happenings that night. Soft footsteps hit the floor, the smell of old toys and new bed sheets wafted out of the room, hitting two men crouched down by the bed. A hand reached up, gingerly touching the boy.
He just turned and left without a word. I touched Lennie’s grave. The rough touch of the wood deflecting to my fingers. I walked back to the ranch. Everyone was asleep. I wanted to run away tomorrow but I couldn’t let this chance pass up. It also prevented any chance of Candy following me. I tiptoed out of the room and went straight to the woods. I made sure to mix myself in with the shadows of the trees. I saw the river and It felt like I did it...until I felt something grab me by my neck. I quickly got flipped over and pushed to the ground.
I was paired with my spotter. His name was Rifleman Raymond Léon Pelissier and we shared a tent with another sniper and spotter pair. I learned that Rifleman Pelissier was from Laval, Quebec, he was born on March 2nd, 1920, and his wife was six months pregnant when he was conscripted.
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
He ran his hand up my skirt and began to pull my panties down. That’s when everything froze, I couldn’t move, scream, I was stuck. It felt like an eternity had just gone by. When he was finished, he rolled over and laid on his stomach, fast asleep. Still in shock, I started to pick up my shoes and cell phone. The party came to an end as I walked out of his room, I closed the door. And I started walking without looking back. I was in a catatonic state; I don’t remember how I got back to the house. I went straight to my room and to the shower. The water was burning hot, turning my skin bright red. I scrubbed every in of my body, wanting anything that was left of him annihilated from me. as I stepped out of the shower, I put pyjamas on and went straight to my bed. I cried until I exhausted myself to
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
The sounds of laughter echoed around the living room and the smell of sweet potatoes, dressing, chitterlings, and turnip greens filled the air. The living room walls were white and red curtains were hanging in front of the window seals. The fire place had black coal around the edges of brown brick that formed from burning short days and long nights. I could hear my little cousins’ feet hitting the brown and shiny hardwood floor as they ran to the kitchen. Their laughter echoed around the dense hallway, and those sounds reminded me that I had the longest day ahead of me. I rolled out of bed and stared at the reflection of myself and let out a deep sigh. As my feet rubbed against
Not everyone has the chance to meet a true historical figure, let alone one who laid the foundation in the field they’re studying. I had the honor of meeting Mary Feik, the first female aviation engineer, back in 2014 and had several events through the Civil Air patrol that allowed me to be taught by her as well as assist her in teaching. Mary Feik’s life exemplified the progress women have made in the endeavor to gain an equal position to men in the field of Aerospace Engineering. Women have come a long way in overcoming gender biases in the workfield particularly in the sciences. While the journey has had many facets, engineering, more specifically aerospace engineering, had a particular struggle with the inclusion of women.
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
Being a pilot is a tedious job and requires strict regulations while going through the process of gaining an opportunity to acquire a job. To become a pilot one has to go through a series of steps to attain the position. For example, how will the pilot attain the job, how will the pilot be trained, interviewed, benefits, his or her rights, and also have to take into consideration the disciplinary actions that will be taken. The process to become a pilot in the company is going to be very tedious and well thought before hiring the right pilot.
Amy’s excitement and anxiety about kissing ignited a rush of memories. How I used to romanticize about first kissing someone! I thought that I would be in a long flowing gown, and the handsome young man would bring me flowers, and ask to court me. Our kiss would be done on the porch, under an encouraging moon and a harmony of stars. Or maybe I would be in a MacDonalds, and the most good-looking guy I’d ever seen would come to my table, buy me a hot fudge sundae, and he give me a kiss when he walked me to my car.
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad, to
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.