Jason and the Bell
“So here is our rental car,” announced the doctor outside the hotel. While they had been sleeping in the morning, the doctor had rented a BMW. It was an old 535d. “Of course it had to be German, I don’t trust anything else,” he had said.
“Of course,” echoed Alice, after all they had an Audi dealership and it had been such a pleasure to work with near perfect cars, and the quality control was excellent. She had even modeled for their Audi showroom, and she loved working there. She had just sent out several emails to their employees, informing them of their extended absence for atleast another week. She hadn’t called her mother so far, but neither had Jason. She didn’t want to sadden her mother with the terrible news that Jason had daddy’s disease, till there was a definite diagnosis. She prayed inside.
“Why don’t you go to your spa, Alice, while we drive around in the countryside?” asked Jason, and the doctor nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, we are just going to tour some of my ancestral lands. Pretty boring stuff, but good for Jason’s mind. Help him remember some stuff,” joked the doctor.
“But I want to come too!” protested Alice. She wanted to see the forest too. The spa could definitely wait. The men agreed reluctantly, and Alice bounded inside to get her bag, as the men examined the BMW’s features. It was an older five series, but it would do the job, as the doctor gunned the powerful diesel engine, and the car pulled forward with the torque, and the doctor made a sharp u-turn where the street widened and before Alice’s eyes braked sharply stopping yards from her.
“It’s in good shape,” he said nodding appreciatively, as Alice quickly slid into the backseat, and the doctor roared away into the slow movi...
... middle of paper ...
...ed at a metal door, which simply had the inscription “Kommandant” on it. Alice’s heart was in her mouth, as the doctor yanked it hard. The door opened. It was a heavy blast proof door. Then she gazed at the tunnel that led further into nowhere. God knows what secrets lay there. She held onto her Nazi-god’s arm tighter. He was the only one she really trusted right now, as her heart thudded faster. The doctor walked in with a look of amazement on his face, and then followed by Jason with an equally impressed face, and he pulled the unwilling Alice in too. She crossed herself, and then opened her eyes.
It was another bizarre room, lit only by the red emergency lights, and there was a big tripod in the middle of the room pointing to a wall which had a dusty white screen on it. Von Braun was hastily cleaning the screen with his jacket, and Jason played with the tripod.
“A friend of mine, Barbara Silva, a nurse at Waltham school was driving to work on Route 128 when another car suddenly cut her off. For some reason the truck ahead of [that car] braked abruptly and [the car] banged into it. She slammed into [the car]. It was a horrible accident. It could have been avoided if [the other car] hadn’t jumped lanes.
“That is okay doctor. And you know why,” Jack had a malevolent laugh. “Because I will always be the chief who enjoys hunting.” Silly doctor, he left the door open. Right before Dr. Geller’s eyes, Jack ran out and screamed at the top of his
...e hallway and went down the elevator. As he was impatiently waiting for the elevator to arrive, Mike could not remember anything that just happened a few minutes ago. Mike tapped his pants and he could not even feel his Sony minicorder anymore. He then raced back to the room, unlocked it, only to find that the room had been transformed into a humongous hole. He could not even write anything anymore since everything he collected through the night had been lost. Mike then mopped around right into the elevator, pressed down and waited to get out. When the doors opened, Mr. Olin was there waiting for him, knowing that Mike would not have stayed. He then laughed and chuckled. Mike threw him the key and after catching them, Mr. Olin told him: “Ha-ha, I told you know one can stay in that room longer than an hour and by the way, I hope the scotch does not stain your shirt.”
The author then looks back upon the time in his life when her mother decided to drive Hunter Jordan’s old car. However, she didn’t know how to drive, and was generally afraid to get behind the wheel. On that day, she drove crazily on the road, and declared to never drive again. James McBride also reflected on his life up to a teenager, who knew that bad things would occur in the not too distant future if he didn’t change his ways and behavior.
Thirty minutes later, however, Austin’s silver DeLorean curved into our driveway, and Austin was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. Austin pressed a button in the car and the car door flew open. “What took you so long?” Austin asked while turning on the car.
After 30 minutes searching for something they find a enormous factory that looks to be abandoned and step inside. “BANG” “Hey Bob did you hear that strange noise it looks like this thing not abandoned after all?”Billy says as he looks around in curiosity. “ Ya I did” Bob responds. “We should probably head back home it’s too dark I can’t see anything,” “we can come
Lisa clutched the cone of the stethoscope to keep it from bouncing on her chest as she tripped down the stairs. Something was up. Claire’s call wasn’t only out of the ordinary; it was outside of standard or even acceptable procedure. Lisa wouldn’t have recognized the syrupy voice if her sister-in-law hadn’t started with an introduction.
Her fingers, ghosting over his knuckles “If I did open myself to someone, again…it’d have to be someone I could trust. Someone I knew had my best interest at heart. Who cared about me, and my recovery.” Finally, she met his eyes, still biting her lip. She was so close now, she could practically taste his breath on her mouth. “But I will think about this, doctor. And I’ll try not to do anything too stupid in the
“Yes, that will be fine,” Julie responded. The two girls hopped into the car and were eager to get going! As the car drove down the bumpy dirt roads, Sara and Julie's curiously gazed out of the
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.
Did you know that 147 kids DIED because of playground related injuries between nineteen ninety nine and two-thousand and one? Recess isn't a priority and shouldn’t be. Most schools can't afford a monitor to watch the kids , kids get injuries , and seventy percent of kids play sports or do other athletic activities like dance or cheerleading after school.
“I don’t know, Charlie. Maybe we could go to the beach.” Answered Grandaddy in a joking
Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s Ford Taurus swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. When I got to Jackie‘s car I opened the door and said, “What’s wrong Jackie”.
Evidence concerned with the complex needs of pregnant women are increasing regarding dual diagnoses of substance abuse and mental health disorders. In the past, these women have been frequently underserved by their communities due to separating substance abuse and mental health programs. In recent years, it has become very evident that trauma is an important factor to consider when serving pregnant women with co-occurring disorders. According to a reviewed study, 55% to 99% of women with co-occurring disorders experienced trauma from abuse (Covington, Burke, Keaton, & Norcott, 2008). In the last decade research has demonstrated that integrated, trauma-informed treatment services promote successful
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.