Black Water
“You don’t understand. Your baby is going to die.” I tried to focus on the words coming from the mouth of the doctor standing in front of me. Die? The word seemed foreign to me. As if on cue, I felt a strong kick from within. I reflexively wrapped my arms around my swollen belly. Dr.Lee frowned as I shook my head no. I was staring at the pin that was affixed to the wide lapel of his standard white coat. The pin had a black background with red text that read, “Doctors are Never Short on Patients.” His frown deepened as we both heard a weird giggle begin to bubble up from somewhere in my throat, which suddenly felt like it was closing. I focused my eyes on the pin as I wondered just how much patience this guy really had. I heard a terrible screaming begin from the curtain next to mine, as a nurse rushed in and pricked my arm with a wicked
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I had sworn that I would try to be a nicer person, that I would be the best mother. I had begged and cried. She was dead. In a moment, every dream that I had for her, for myself, had died. It felt as though I had died, yet my punishment was having to live with this permanent ache in my chest that didn’t allow me to fully draw a breath. They left me on the maternity floor for three more days. I laid there listening to the healthy cries of the newborns and cried and cursed God, and my own body. Stevie died when we were both ten. He had gone to visit some family friends for the weekend and had burned to death in their heated shed during the night. No one knew why he was sleeping out there or where the brother of the family friend had disappeared to after the fire was put out and Stevie’s body was found. It was all very mysterious and the family friend committed suicide a year later. My Aunt Catta had Bart Simpson put on his tombstone, as The Simpsons was his favorite show. I saw a picture of the headstone, but still have never gone to the cemetery where they laid him to
In the Spring of 1999, Dr. Mary Neal was kayaking with colleagues on a river in southern Chile. Neal was stuck under a Kayak for over 15 minutes. During this time period, she recalls being confronted by God, saying her family would be faced with a tragedy and that she must be there to help him through it. She was told her nine year old son, Willie would die, but did not say when. Her son did, in fact, die in a car accident at the age of 19.
When Rainsford(protagonist) awoke in bed he had remembered the night as if it had happened 10 minutes ago. As the scenes of him and Zaroff’s fight replayed in his head a smile grew on his face. He knew what he did was right and that he is not a murderer, he did what he had to do to survive and save the others trapped in the cellular. He had forgotten all about the cellular and was determined to find out where it was to free the others and find a way off of Ship-Trap Island.(Setting) He knew he would have to do a lot of convincing to the people trapped and try to explain that he wasn’t like Zaroff and is only trying to help them.
In episode three in the series More Business of Being Born by Lake & Epstein (2011), one of the doctors interviewed argues “The caesarian rate went from 5% in the late seventy’s to over 30% in the mid ninety’s…That’s crazy!”. When I first heard this statement I was very confused to say the least. I did not understand why the doctor felt that the increased rate of caesarian sections over the years was crazy. Previously, I had thought a caesarian section was a beneficial advancement in childbirth procedures.
It’s June 16, 2016, and I’m in Eagle River. I’m thinking to myself, “Why am I here? I am not in the mood for this. This isn’t what I planned for. I should be walking through the competitor gates, not the gates for the stands and raffles.”
I 'm Kin Storm. I 'm 20 years old. I 'm from Las Venturas, my type of clothing, style, skills, the way I talk, all came from the Las Venturas. I had to leave my previous job, fisherman, just for the sake of reuniting my family. I 'm here today to be part of the FBI, because not all of the people have the chance to join this faction , although sometimes, I see effort in them.
“Whitney? Whitney! Come back! Please, not again!” Screamed Rainsford, voice hoarse from his constant cries. Rain pounded on him, and the midnight-like sea was trying to pull him into its depths.
I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, it was pouring! I was eleven and I was on a hike in the Zion Canyon Narrows, walking through the Virgin River. The views were spectacular, not a cloud in the sky, and everything was perfect.
Grendel’s death at the hands of his barbaric challengers produced a revengeful mother, whose only vow is to cause suffering to all those responsible… They say that a mother's love is stronger than distance, more powerful than time, and can be transcended to the grave. I watched in disgust as those cruel creatures celebrated the wrongful death of my beloved son. Murders are what they are; their crimes are unjust and gruesome, yet they believe they are the hero’s. I don’t recall a time when I thought so highly of myself, that I would celebrate my murder of another.
As the father came rushing in he saw the mother on her knees on top of the water and the baby standing near the pot and on top of the steaming hot water. He was scared but didn’t want to panic and need to react quick to help his burned child. He saw the baby weeping from the burn sensation in his body and how the baby’s feet were burned. The mother crying and praying was in shock and didn’t know what was going on or how it happened so the father took control and requested she go get towels and gauze for the baby. The father dried him the baby off gently, but he was still in tears as if he was still burned.
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.
Owen did not hesitate, he threw open the back door, slammed it behind him. He perched himself of the backseat on his knees, his hands curled over the headrest and started through the rear window. Through the window, he saw destructions. The star-crusted tentacles flailing in all directions and crushing everything into clouds of dust as it heaved its colossal mass onto the street. It was bigger than anything that he had seen with one exception.
The second he went into the water, something bit his butt. It felt like a spanking but worse. Suddenly, the water started turning red. He was bleeding. Helplessly, he sank.
College Essay The calm before the storm. Color Commentating is a big part of my high school experience. I unwind with it. I think freely about something I passionate about. I get to be myself behind the headset.
Gawd, talk to me. As long as I live, I’ll be asking you to tell me why my son died like this.” (LD,
Around two years ago, when I was just a young swimmer , my coach asked my swimming group what a swim meet was. The reply came back with some confused looks and the rare nod of a head. She then told us what a meet was. I then told my parents about this new type of competition, they signed me up and brought me to a strange place, leading me to where I am now, with legs trembling and about two and a half feet above the ominously still pool on a white platform.