Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
The song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen started flowing from my earphones into my ears as the light rail transit pulled to a halt at the underground interconnecting station, Masjid Jamak station. My stomach churned.
I’d taken this journey thousands of time; I had alighted at this station, climbed the stairs, walked the long, solemn fluorescent-lit tunnel to board the train of another line homeward numerous time. But never had I been both so excited and horrified at the same time when I stepped foot into this station today.
Before the hell came, this station used to be crowded all the time, with working people in suits and ties, students in their white shoes, sky blue skirts, flocking into the white-tiled station every time a train stops.
These days nobody would risk coming here anymore, except for a few
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Music came flowing into my ears as I walked cautiously in the tunnel, highly aware of my surroundings. Anything could happen anytime. I clutched onto my smart phone in my pocket. The SubDemon Go! app was running on it, and I was waiting for a familiar buzz, a deathly kiss of greeting from hell.
Anytime. Those unholy beasts would arise from hell anytime now. My pulse raced as beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. The intensity of the boiling and churning in my stomach had grown unbearable.
Then a slight tremble came from my pocket. My heart stopped as I stood still in the centre of the run-down underground pedestrian tunnel. My stomach felt like it was going to squeeze me to death. I winced as I pulled out my smart phone.
The ripple on my phone showed that I was standing right where a sub-demon was. I took a gulp and was about to scan my surroundings one more time carefully, when my phone started to buzz again. In matter of seconds, a third buzz came. Ripples were appearing in fervent speed as my phone wouldn’t stop
Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
I was diagnosed with depression when I was thirteen years old. I didn 't tell my parents about how I felt until one year after I realized my affliction. I often wallowed in self pity. For the next three years, I thought I was never good enough. I finally realized that the road I was on was not where I wanted to be.
There is an accident on the 405 so we take PCH. I look at the window, into the sea. I am looking for dolphins or whales, but I have never seen a whale from this road. Once, when we were driving to Summer Nationals, Dad offered me two-bucks if I saw a whale. We drive past La Conchita.
Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
It had been about a year since he'd left his man-cave, but today he was doing the unimaginable. Although there was only a flight of stairs and a corridor, it marked clearly a fine line between the outside world. As he made his way towards the door, his body shook with nerves, he had walked less
1 I woke up monday morning with the one thought in my mind - Rye Neck. We had gone all the way last year to the section final with them, and after me hitting the pipe in the final minutes to win it, they scored on the counterattack and won the the section. I had never experienced a loss like this one. I was the kid on the team who before the season started, no one really knew if I was good or not.
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Sparks of excitement and stress exploded in my body as I opened the door. I took my first step to freedom then sprinted down the stairs almost tripping and falling flat on my face. I ran to nearest train station and hopped onto the back where i curled up in the corner waiting for the long road ahead. I didn’t know where this train was taking me and I didn’t know what I was going to do when I arrived
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
Five tourists visiting Hawaii embark on a relaxing tour lasting for a mere three hours. Ominous clouds surround the tiny ship; an unforgettable storm approaches. The ship is quickly thrown into the tempest amongst torrential rain and brutal winds. The two-man crew courageously wrestle the storm and battle the tumultuous ocean waves with little success, but their brave acts are not in vain; the crew’s valiant efforts ensure the ship's survival. The ship crashes into an uncharted island completely void of human life.
"I stared at it in the swinging light of the subway car, and in the faces and bodies of the people, and in my own face, trapped in the
I’m breathing. Oh, but how I wish I weren’t. The room is cloaked in a black so deep I am unable to see my own body. I move my hands across the ground and realize it is the cement floor of the cellar. “Don’t move, Mary.
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I became more excited as the train slowly departed the train station. I started to relax and took in the beautiful scenery as the train wounds it's way through the Rocky Mountains. We where heading towards Silver Plume, a historic old mining town. The tranquil scenery and fresh air made me doze off. But then, all of a sudden I awake by an unexpected jolt and
It also had a huge ceiling with glass panels that lit up the gigantic station with the glorious sun. The station also had an automatic gate that opened when the train stopped and when it did, I had only seen one man enter. I couldn’t really see what he was wearing as it all happened so quickly and I was also half asleep. Trying to get a closer look on the man, the train started to “CHOO CHOO” signaling that it was about to leave again. I quickly hustled back into the train and began to think about what I had just seen.