With the left eye now open and almost seeing clearly, Lily began working on the right. Gently putting her finger on it she cringed in pain and could tell it was raw and swollen. "The blunt force of his fist to my eye socket must have burst open every capillary I have because it is causing some severe hemorrhaging," she whispered softly, then laughed out loud. “I can't believe I not only know those words, but I fricking know what they mean,” she said with a hint of proud. “God bless Google.”Calming down from feeling so delighted in finding something so funny in something so repeatedly horrible, she looked around the room with her one good eye. She knew she was in her room and lying in her bed, but she wanted to know what needed to be replaced or fixed since her belongings usually got caught in the crossfire or aftershock. Mirrors were all intact so no seven years of bad luck, she thought and became delighted again. “Thank God, how much more bad luck can I endure?” she asked herself and continued assessing. It didn't seem like any dressers needed repair, or that she needed to hold another Teddy Bear funeral (A ritual of standing above her, and ripping apart a childhood memory was not an every fight occurrence, but a satisfying one for Rick when performed). Not wanting to hold her breath, but it actually gave her hope that maybe the kitchen and living room fared as well. Noticing it was dark past the window Lily leaned out from the bed to peek outside, where she saw it was still dark. Turning towards the alarm clock trying to ignore the sharp pain in her neck she saw the obscured red digital lights. Not giving her any clue of the time since they just sat there on her clock like a big fat red blur, she decided she had no choice but to... ... middle of paper ... ...it was. That was the start of the argument, she remembered recalling Rick yelling that she should be home with him and not with those two “Fags”, as he liked to call them. Lily thought Todd would probably get Martin to finally shoot Rick if she didn't leave him this time. And, since Martin served in the Marines and actually kept a gun in the store, he just might. Then, she got off topic thinking how hot Martin would look in his Marine Uniform and it was too bad that he was gay. Of course, Todd ruined it since she could only imagine the weird role-playing games Todd would want to use the Marines uniform for and her sexy Marine distraction became a creepy Todd thing complete with cheesy dialogue. Chuckling she stared at the doorway to the bathroom then sighed since it seemed so very far away. “Come on Lily,” she cheered and began her painful shuffle to self-assessment.
...e red lady blows a light, grayish puff of smoke in my direction and my eyes begin to twitch. My two brown eyelids flutter awake, and I slowly become aware of my surroundings. It is a late night in the city, and I can hear the streetlight buzzing above me. I roll onto my stomach and find the little girl in the same state as I had earlier, coughing incessantly. My stomach growls, and the car tires circle rhythmically on the warm, wet pavement. I awake from one nightmare, and continue to combat the real struggles in my life.
She was surprised to find cabinets full of food, what seemed like an endless supply of fire wood, water and in the back room a very plush looking bed. She wished then that she would have had her wits about her enough to pass out on the bed instead of the rug pile. She ran her fingers across the mantle of the fireplace which seemed as natural a thing for her to do as breathing. The moment that her finger tips reached the end of the mantle piece, Hazel heard a small popping noise and noticed that one of the bricks above the mantle had fallen out of
Killinger’s eyes darted across the room, still recuperating from the grogginess of his swelling pain, burning with a red tint of anguish. The black and white crackle of the T.V buzzed in the corner of the room. A crooked mirror etched over the nearby wall. Clothing was spewn across the room, almost as if someone had been desperately packing for a quick getaway. It was all too quiet, but the faint murmur of cascading water could be heard behind the bathroom door.
The Day A Girl Shrinked By Lupita Diaz Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl Named Lucy. Lucy was a girl that loved to explore and do new things. She was never afraid to do things and always would do a challenge. She loved the things she did. Lucy’s Life was a wonder! One day Lucy wanted to go to her Dad’s Science Lab. His Lab was full of wonder that Lucy could Explore! Lucy Asked Her Dad If she Could go downstairs to his science lab. Her Dad said, “I’m Sorry Lucy but I don’t Approve you going down there it’s too dangerous”. Lucy got mad and In a flash, She was in her room Crying.Her dad came to her bed and explained why she wasn't allowed to go to her dad’s Science about later that night After her Mom sang her bedtime and brushed her teeth, Lucy had a plan.
This story relates to me in many ways, I’ve seen someone very close to me battle this disease and it is deadly. When I read this story, it made me feel uneasy. She was so sick and no one even asked her if she wanted to go get help or if she was even okay. With this story she becomes dependent on something the call drought and if you mix a substance with a disease, it becomes toxic. She got worse every day it seemed, her physical and mental health descended. What made me realize it was depression was her staying in her room all day. It makes you lock yourself away distance yourself, even when you don’t want to. A sorrowful woman is about a woman that is severely depressed and I believe is suicidal. At the first of the story she said “the sight
Leo opened his eyes and sat straight up in bed. Ella stood over him, a horrified look on her face. “What? What do I have on my face?” he said, rubbing his face. Sadie started to laugh. “What is she doing in here?” She covered her mouth with her hands. “Shh! Don’t yell! We were attacked and the raiders are searching the cabins for anyone they can challenge. We’re hiding,” Ella said, holding a finger to her lips. “And we don’t want to wake Artie and frighten him,” the Doctor whispered. Leo jumped. He had forgotten the Doctor was in here. “And the TARDIS is not an option, they already took it. She isn’t going to be happy when they open her up,” he was saying. “Who isn’t going to be happy? River or the TARDIS?” Sadie asked. “Probably both,” the Doctor said. “Well I’m going to slip into the bathroom and change,” Leo said, trying to avoid thinking after he had just woken up.
Watching the window not knowing why she tossed and turned feeling an uneasiness that she could not shake. The thunder rumbled softly and the lightning on the horizon flashed light across the bedroom walls. The wind began to whistle loudly around the log home. Jenny felt uneasiness, and softly reached to touch the shoulder of Blade. Not awakening him she decided to slip quietly out of bed to peek in the distance of the upcoming tragedy that she never thought would happen. As she moved sleathfully around the house, the windows seemed to rattle an alarm. The wind now not only whistled but wailed in the surrounding pine woods. Not knowing what to do Jenny sat in the living room window searching for a tragedy she felt was about to con some her life
“I’m pleased that you could make it. I have made an invention that I hope you will like. You just turn this crank connected to the wheel and you will soon see sparks and...” Marie stopped. The whole room was filled with laughter. She gave a confused look. “What is it?” suddenly she gasped. A few of her curls had come out from underneath the wig. Marie, red faced, tore off the wig and ran to her room. When she came out the crowd was gone, but the pillows seemed to still shake with laughter and boos. She stormed out of the building and bumped into every person she pass, because she couldn’t see passed the wall of tears in her eyes, begging to come out. But she wouldn’t cry. She never had, and she wasn’t going to give in now. But she couldn’t bear it anymore. She let only a few tears stream down her face, which was still flushed with
“You don’t happen to have a first aid kit or anything, do ya? I think my arm is getting worse.” she said as she grabbed her arm. “Thank God Arvo is dead, That stupid kid… I’d like to put a bullet in him” she said as she gritted her teeth. “No I don’t, but we’ll find something we can use.” Ellie said. They walked for what felt like hours until they were both completely exhausted. They found an abandoned two story house, where they could be safe for the night. Clem pulled out her gun and slowly opened the door. It was dark, but it seemed empty. “See anything?” Ellie said quietly. Clem’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. “Not really, but stay on your
Eliza blinked open her eyes and looked around. She was in a bed, it’s wooden posts carved to tight perfection. She looked up, strangely, the ceiling was made up of what seemed to be golden tree branches, laced together so thickly, it seemed that no light could get through, and none did besides the light that came in through the sides of the building, which didn’t have any walls. Then, reality hit her. Where the heck was she? All she remembered was suddenly disappearing from the lake and ending up in the forest from her dream, completely dry. Was she dead? That was the only logical answer for what was going on, but somehow it didn’t seem that way to her. Everything around her felt…well…mortal. She heard a slight gasp to her left and turned to look at where the noise had come from.
Cora was relieved to have finally reached her rented house. She turned off the ignition and hauled her luggage out the boot. The two story house loomed over her. Cobwebs clung to every corner of the porch. A fine layer of dust was on the balcony. It looked nothing alike the photo the real estate agent had shown her. An owl suddenly hooted and broke the silent night sky. Her heart was thumping out of her chest. She slid the key in the lock and the door slowly creaked open. The sound was a pain to her ears but she continued. Cora was so sleep deprived she instantly dozed off as her head touched the pillow on the
Mary went to sleep, but Margaret become sadder with the passage of night. She was sobbing while she heard a knock on the door. She kept on staring at the surroundings which reminded her of the died souls. Margaret picked up a lamp to look out of the window, at the door. It was Goodman Parker, the local innkeeper. She asked him for the reason of knocking. He replied that he got the news about his husband from a man, that he still is alive.
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, sensing the minutes tick by for what seemed like the hundredth night in a row; Cassie knew the feeling well. . Every few minutes or so her eyes would flick over to the glowing red numbers as they grew closer and closer to the time her alarm would go off, signalling a new day. The demonic red numbers switched to three in the morning, and the time for sleep fell to four hours. Cassie forced an inhale, and then breathed out slowly. It had been hours now, since she had persuaded herself to lie down in bed, yet her mind was still reeling from the day previous. It wasn’t as if anything spectacular had happened, those sorts of events seemed to save themselves until Cassie was already near a breaking point. Today
There was an impending doom coming to the small town of Calamity. Unbeknownst to the citizens it would come firstly upon a church on the outskirts of a town. A few people were inside as the doom came closer. Preacher Tom was the first one in the church to sees what would haunt the town and was scared out of his wits. He pushes a young woman out of the doorway as he speeds into the church. He continues to bar the door and close up all of the windows as the surprised group stares on at him with suspicion. He dropped to his knees and prayed as a loud noise echoed through the building. The crowd began to scream as the windows rattled and the building swayed. All of a sudden, a whimper could be heard from the back side of the building. The sound was unmistakable, it was the tiny voice of little Lisa Cunningham. Mrs. Hamm hobbled quickly over to the door before anyone else could react. She threw the door open as Father Ted finally came to his senses. Lisa flung herself through the door into the arms of Mrs. Hamm. Father Ted lunged for the door and slammed his shoulder into it right before an unknown force bashed against the other side. Mrs. Hamm grasped the child as and attempted to console her as a sharp pain erupted in her breast. She looked down and saw a dark stain growing on her blue dress and jerked the child away. Everyone’s eyes went wide as they saw the scene unfolding before them. Lisa stood smiling; face covered in blood, and began to laugh hysterically. Mrs. Hamm was becoming hysterical as well, as she noticed that one side of her chest had become smaller than the other as a huge chunk had been bitten away by the child.
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.