“Run Karen, Find my Brother, he will take care of you!” Daddy 's scream echoed to me from the front door as I stared at him petrified at the scene unfolding in front of me. Mommy’s blood coated the planks of wood my Daddy laid on. My sister 's teddy bear torn and cascaded in her blood as if it had been the one bleeding itself. Worst of all, my father who laid on the front porch attempting but to no avail to close the gaping hole in his stomach where the pole impaled him. The whole thing too much for me to understand made me scared, but even though I was scared, I knew that I needed to run, but no matter how much I tried to will myself to run, but my body refused to respond to my mind 's pleads. Then it suddenly became burning hot, And I saw …show more content…
“If that 's all Doctor May, can I leave I have a test in a few days and I’d like to not have to cram at the last minute.” I lied to her not wanting to stay in the office any longer than needed. “Yup, that’s all we have time for today anyways, But I do want to see you practicing your kick-boxing, it 's been helping you a lot and from what I’ve seen your quite good at it.” Doctor May told me, scribbling down notes on the clipboard she held every time I saw her since the beginning of our session together. I nodded towards her, but she just waved at me dismissively. I mentally scoffed at her, and slipped on my slippers before heading out of the small bland office. I walked through the maze of cream colored walls and doors with ease, seeing as I had done it countless of times. I walked outside into the crisp autumn air and heard the rev of an engine I quickly turned around, my chocolate brown hair bouncing as I did. “Come on Kare, I wanna go home already.” My Uncle whined childishly. He fumbled to open the passenger side door of the old red pickup truck and got it after a few tries. My uncle was a kind man who wore flannels and jeans, nothing else. His short black hair had some white in it giving him a much older appearance than he actually was, and his brown eyes that could kill if he were
Two days later... Having endured an hour-long grilling from Fuller about Booker’s disappearance, Tom exited his superior’s office feeling more than a little dispirited. Astute enough to know something had happened at the fraternity, Fuller had badgered him relentlessly about the hazing case, but Tom had remained stubbornly tight-lipped and had revealed only the bare facts, much to his captain’s indignation. But there was a reason behind Tom’s reticence. Without Booker by his side, he had come to acknowledge his rape as his own private hell and not something he could readily share with his friends.
“I was putting my children to bed when suddenly my whole house began to shake violently. As I looked out the window, I saw the fire and objects had been blown up into the sky. Then, the puff of smoke from the explosion rolled up into the air and the ash started to cover the houses of the city.” What was your thought at that moment? “I was not sure what had happened, but I was very scared and did not know what to do or where to go.
As I read here, I was asking myself, whether I have the courage and determination to leave my ill mother alone and run away. As I proceed, as she and her grandfather run toward the city, the rubbery killed her grandfather. I don’t know the feeling of seeing your own and probably last family members in the world been killed by a knife. I thought, as a girl of fourteen, she will probably went crazy or desperate, but she didn’t. In the end of the story, she backed to her house and restarted the restaurant her family owned.
I heard the inspectors heavy footsteps walking around upstairs and then towards the basement door. My heart was beating fast. More than fast. It felt like it was going to explode. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat and could hear it in my ears.
Anita & Me. Sunday 8th September 2009 Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Have you every felt different to the rest? My name is Abigail Sophia Peterson I like to be called Abz for short, I think it sounds cooler then Abigail, Abigail sounds like a stuck up bird from Solihull, when really I’m just your average Abz from Oldbury lol.
but then I heard a rushing in bush next to me. My heart starts beating twice as fast, the sweat on my face felt like bullets. I make my way over to
He ran further and further from me. I gave up and sat down, I didn 't know what to, I started to cry I saw something
The crowd below scurried back to avoid getting hit. Then Mom’s feet appeared in the window, followed by the rest of her body. She was dangling from the second floor, her legs swinging wildly. Dad was holding her by the arms while she tried to hit him in the face. “Help!”
Age 4 The screams became louder as I hid under my covers. My tears had soaked my face as the noise got closer. I could hear the gruesome noise of the cries of someone out in the hall.
Something terrible has just happened. You received a call earlier this afternoon from your mother she informed you that your father has had a terrible accident. He was outside on the tractor doing his daily afternoon chores when something bizarre happened. Your mother found him sitting there unconscious and unresponsive. Fast forward.
I’m Helen Robinson, Tom Robinson’s wife. There was a timeframe in the book just after Tom was killed, before Helen could find a secure way to earn money for her family; it was a very unstable time for her and her children. Although Helen is portrayed as meek and kindhearted, much like Tom, the overwhelming sadness and pressure may have caused her to break down emotionally, or feel some emotions of vengeance towards a majority of the white community; especially the Ewells. In the novel, the black church provides her with funding and support while Tom is in court.
Difficult and intimidating procedures often come in tandem with severe and critical health issues. This gives greater emphasis to the severity of the narrator's condition, amplifying the descriptions of “charred flesh”(28). All of the mentioned rhetorical devices all work together to create vivid imagery, and to deepen the emotional impact of the
I quickly ran to check on my mom. As she was being rolled to the ambulance, she told me my father had stabbed her in the abdominal region. I recall being overwhelmed with so much anger. “How could my father do this?” My father was attempting to kill my mother in her sleep!
Destiny 's POV Jack has to go back to the doctors today. The coughing is like normal now. It 's like every five minutes he 'll cough like three to four times. I 'm really worried for him.
My engine opened at full throttle and my heartrate bouncing off redline as I saw the black smoke pouring into the sky like a coal factory chimney stack. While my partner and I arrived at the fire scene, the apartment was spitting out flames that crawled three stories high. Then, my partner and I downed our Personal Protective Gear (PPE) and the pulled attack line from the fire truck. Next, without a thought of fear, I entered the burning building. I pressed my left hand against the wall to guide me towards the fire as my right hand firmly gripped the nozzle, I continued into the blaze.