The small bathroom echoed the sounds of gurgling from my irritated stomach. “What the heck is wrong with you, Gertrude?” I covered my drooling mouth as the acid tried to make its way up my stomach. The rotten taste of puke seeped into my tastebuds. I couldn’t hold it back anymore! Removing my hand from my mouth, I puked the green, chunky slop right onto Kristi’s sparkly, pink heels.
Hear the charcoal crows squawk horrendous tunes as they circle in the gloomy sky like murderous vultures. As you walk across the creaking and moaning floorboards of the atrocious porch, the chilling trees will grip your startled soul. Feel the lifeless grass crunch beneath your shivering and weak legs as you run away from an unknown evil. Wanting a truly blood curdling interior that will overwhelm you with horror? The enduring halls and bone chilling rooms of 238 Elm
"I barely hesitated as I spurred my wary horse Buttercup down the neatly chopped marble stairs after the robber. Unfortunately Buttercup did stumble a bit on the descent causing my rather splendid hat to slip gently off my head and land at the bottom a dusty rubbish bin. This rather ruined my entrance and I felt a bit unprofessional without my hat, but I 'm sure I’ll get new a new, far more feathery one after I unmask this fiend and claim my glory. As I entered the large grand station I was greeted with numerous shocked faces, some gasps, even a rather rude shriek and some points but I reassured the gob-smacked citizens with a wave of my hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, don’t panic, I know there is a crook in your midst, but the situation
My pace quickens as I’m just about to burst, when I recognize my cul-de- sac in the distance. By then I was sprinting and the rage was enough to kill me. I bash through the front door of my quiet hopeless house, and jump over the railing of the stairs. I tore open my bedroom door throwing my backpack toward the wall as I confronted my savior. My ragged, old, patch work punching bag.
Skin diseases are very common in dogs and dog yeast infection is one of them. This condition always starts with simple itching and rash with a gradual thickening of skin. If neglected the itch becomes acute and emits foul odor. The entire body of the dog can be affected by it. This is quite a troublesome situation but it can be treated effectively if checked in initial stages.
I told this to my therapist and she just shook her head, no, no, no. The dogs all bark when i walk past. I caught a snake and bit its head off, regretted it when it stopped moving. Wanted to use the bloody saliva like a lip stain, but i 'm a neat eater. I don 't eat anymore, makes my stomach pain.
The novella Metamorphosis written by Franz Kafka tells the story of Gregor, a traveling salesman, who one day wakes up to find himself a massive, monstrous insect-like creature, an explanation for which is never provided, leaving him in a position where he can’t really do much anymore because of his looks. In Gregor’s family life, before the bug situation happened. He was the sole provider who took care of the family. Including his weak, dependent father, his mother and sister. Who ignored him when he was stuck in his room as a cockroach while he died covered in trash and lonely.
Faster and Faster, I gained speed until it seemed as if pushing with my poles would no longer increase my speed. I was like a bullet shot out of a gun. The ground moved under my feet, at the speed I was going, it felt as though every inch could be my undoing. The once silent air was now roaring in my ear, cheering me on, louder and louder, the faster I went. The air was cold on my face and my eyes started to water, freezing as soon as they formed, making icicles on my face.
Lice, rats, trench foot, trench mouth, where the gums rot and you lose your teeth. And of course dead bodies everywhere.” James Lovegrave was correct. Overall, soldiers living in the trenches were miserable due to Trench Foot, deadly gas attacks, and trench rats. Many soldiers fighting and living in trenches during World War I suffered from Trench Foot. Trench Foot was an infection of the feet caused by cold, wet and insanitary conditions.
"What happend?" asked Mrs. Orr. "I...banged...my nose...againest....the...the...metal bar...on....on...that," I cried pointing to the spider half between heavy breaths. Hot tears were flooding my face as I breathed heavily. Mrs. Orr grabbed my hand and opened the door into the hallway.