Narrative Essay Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I sat in the passenger seat with blood oozing down my face. The impact of the crash causing my face to hit the window. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was worry and anxiety. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. I had never thought this would happen to me. We could see the smoke coming out of the hood of the car. The bricks broken into little pieces. We
I remember the fear in my brother’s eyes. I remember every thought that ran through my head at that exact moment. I remember it all. The moment I looked up from my cell phone and realized we were heading straight into another car at full speed. In that moment, I thought I’d never see my brother, my family, friends, or anyone ever again. The moment I realized our vehicle was approaching the rear end of another car, I shut my eyes tightly and prayed it was just a dream. I hoped I would wake any second
the sides of her head” (Petry 35-40). As Lutie Johnson walks through the city, the reader should notice how vulnerable and exposed the wind is making her feel. The author also uses specific detail to get her points across throughout the entire passage. She introduces the story saying, “There was a cold November wind blowing through 116th Street” (Petry 1). This lets the reader know that the story is set somewhere in New York City, which is usually very busy with many people in a rush off to somewhere
flat surface that was often hungry for numbers and conclusions. This always left me as cold as the table I was often laid on. As I said, Jeff was never good at math, but English was an incredibly different experience for the both of us. The adrenaline rush that went on inside of me when Jeff began to write about Shakespeare was addictive. My lead bled onto the thin, flat surface as each new word that Jeff wrote brought meaning to my dull
step I took made me gasp for oxygen. I became dizzy, eyes were blurry. I finally got there; I sat waiting for my hero to enter my sight. I started to feel goose bumps covering my body, shivers from the bottom of my spine up. I could no longer hold my head. I could no longer see clearly, my breathing was the only thing I could hear, then a woman's voice crackled through my ears, it was my mum, I couldn't make out the words. Suddenly, I heard a bang; I could feel the soft carpet strands through my fingers
conscious again. As soon as the car stops spinning, I felt a stimulant sensation in waves from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head, a pure adrenaline rush. First thing I try to do is to wake up R by shaking his head when I notice his clothes covered in red silhouettes like if roses were printed in his shirt. There is blood coming out of his nose as his head rests against the noisy claxon while he is unresponsive. Among desperation and chaos, I stormed out of the car and tried to open the car’s
Quest 1 - Den of Evil Did we miss anything on a quest? Is there something we didn't discover? Let us know! Quest Giver: Akara the Healer (in the starting camp). Begin by: talking with Akara for the first time. Quest Location: Blood Moor, Den of Evil cave. Quest Reward: One extra skill point. This introductory quest should bring you to level 3 or 4 by the end, depending on how much you fought before hand. To find the Den, simply follow the worn dirt path out of town until it forks (before you
end, and if I can’t have her then no one can. That’s when I saw it. That red mist that descends from nowhere and obstructs all my feelings and replaces them with that one emotion that I dread most. Anger runs through my veins like blood and takes over my whole body head to toe and clouds all my
in her teeth. She spun in little circles on the forest floor, kicking up pine needles with every leap. Suddenly the sky went dark. Paw ducked under a bush and froze, as her mother had taught her to. Then the sky lightened again, but there was a huge rush of air like a great wind. Paw curiously peeked out of the bush, tail wagging, nose sniffing, just as her mother had quite specifically told her not to do. It was a huge bird, perching unsteadily on an old tree stump. The bird was, Paw thought, taller
Imagine being on a roller coaster with your hands in the air, going speeds that seem impossible. Now, imagine that same ride, but this time wearing a full face helmet, and controlling the speed, making it go as fast as physically possible, could you do it? The fastest roller coaster to date is the Formula Rossa of Ferrari World reaching 149 mph (telegraph uk). 149 mph seems no problem, for an amusement ride, especially since you are just along for the ride. The most G-force felt on a roller coaster
Dr. Benjamin Rush, born January 4, 1746, was destined to have an extraordinary life filled with education, life saving, life changing and being a part of the group of men who founded what was once the greatest country in the world. (Rush) Born to John and Susanna (Morris) Rush, Benjamin Rush had a different kind of childhood; his father died when Benjamin was six years old, leaving his mother to care for her many children1. (Rush) As a woman who strongly believed in education, having had an excellent
everything quiet, the crickets can’t be heard no more. A sense of dread comes over the men. EXT - UNKNOWN TERRITORY IN THE WOODS - DAY John walks anxiously, hears things, fire crackles, and a drips sound. Around the corner John sees a puddle of blood, with an odd shaped object in the puddle. JOHN What in the hell? John picks up a stick, and pokes the oddly shaped object, he stares at it, mesmerized. He picks it up with the stick, its not an object, but a limb of a human he drops the stick that
in the face with a softball is showing an immediate response to tissue damage that led to the swelling of the eyelids because there are several blood vessels (arteries and veins) surrounding the ocular tissues such as maxillary artery, superficial branch of temporal artery, palpebral artery, and lacrimal artery tend to vasodilate which increase the blood flow resulting in the swelling of the eyelids.1 Increase in pain(dolor), redness(rubor), heat (calor), swelling (tumor), and loss of function can
eyes and take in my surroundings. The walls are bleached white instead of gray and covered with medical charts rather than my band posters. My fuzzy bedroom carpet has been replaced with a checkered tile floor. Why am I in the hospital? I think as my head throbs. I hope I'm not in trouble, but a feeling in my gut tells me otherwise. I groan as I sit up, not wanting to move but too curious to stay down. I realize that I'm dressed in a scummy white medical gown and a clean pair of khakis. I check
had pre-ride jitters. The train moved to the “starting line”, also known as the launch area. My thin legs trembled as I thought, this is it. Ever since that first glance, my heart rate increased. I heard a loud motor revving sound effect. Arms down, head back, and hold on. I found the brief message nettlesome, because it was frequently
At Camp Half-Blood, Apollo learns from two of his teenage children and the temporary director that a number of student campers have gone missing. Through all of these events, Apollo experiences things he has never experienced before because he is now mortal. For example
fine… Hold on” I say with the same amount of pain. My whole body was aching from my sides to now my head from the blood rush going in my head but I wasted no time. I managed to unbuckle myself and help Zeek unbuckle himself I fell down but he didn’t because I helped him so now my arm hurts. Even so, I jumped out of the vehicle and began sprinting for help back to camp I had a major adrenaline rush from the crash and I didn’t want to stay there long so I ran and ran without stopping which surprised
... middle of paper ... ... its moose noise and followed, sprinting. I skied like never before, feeling the wind on my bare face and the rush of my blood running from my head to my toes and back again. It was almost fun, dodging out of the way of trees and throwing the pursuing moose off balance. The bottom came into sight and I yelped with joy in my head, squeezing my fists. Thirty Feet…Fifteen Feet…5-4-3…. I made it down without a scratch on my body, besides the bear claw on my back, only to
significant amount of weight to either side of the arms. The weight will unlock the next lever!” Gemma exclaimed, coughing as the smoke crowded. “I have weight on this side,” I wheezed, clutching tightly to the arm. The vein in my forehead thumped. The blood rush was dizzying. “Perhaps we should grab onto the other hand,” said Gemma nervously, addressing the other maidens. “Wait, nobody move!” My eye had caught hold of the snake. It had twitched. All held still as the anaconda’s tongue fluttered out. Its
neither did my friend, but I was apprehensive whether or not this was a good idea. I could hear my mom in the back of my head at the time saying, “scary movies are for adults, and you will regret it if you watch one.” We both acted like the movie we were about to watch, wasn’t a bigger deal than it actually was; I was terrified yet excited about the