cOne sunny morning in Indianapolis I woke up to the birds chirping and the sun rising I could tell this was going to be a good day. I could tell this because we would be going to Tennessee which made me so agog because I would be seeing my Grandpa and Grandma. But something was just off even tho i thought it would be a good day. Like that feeling you get when you are going to have a good day or bad day. With that we drove off to Tennessee. As, we got out of the car my Grandma invite us into the house. When we walk in the house you could smell pancakes, french toast, and eggs. And what we saw was an extravagant breakfast laid out on the kitchen table. As we sat together around their kitchen table, I notice something was not right with Grandpa. …show more content…
I looked over to see my grandpa slumped over the steering wheel. I quickly put the car in park and put the flasher on. I had a decision to make. Do I call 911 or continue to drive to the hospital? I knew if I call in to 911 I would have to tell them where my location is to the operator when I was not sure where I as. However, I did see a mile maker and made the decision to call. When, I made the call. They first said “911 what's your emergency?” in a shaky voice I say “I think my grandpa is having a heart attack.” “Ok and do you know where you're at?” they ask in a serious tone.“All I know is we are at the halfway mark to the hospital.” I say in an unsteady tone.” Okay stay calm and don't leave we will be on are way.” was the last thing I hear before I hang up. I was afraid because this is his sixth time have a heart …show more content…
I see the ambulance coming as fast as a cheetah hunting for its prey and then they are here. They rushed out of the truck like I thought they would and got my grandpa out of the truck, and onto a stretcher. A woman with tan skin and brown hair and eyes. Comes over to me and say “ Are you hurt anywhere?” ” No” I say calming but inside I was screaming someone wakes up if this was just a dream.” Scene you are a miner you will have to come with us and wait for your parents to come over” “OK” is all I say. As i get into the truck i see my grandpa's lifeless body with an air mask on. As we start to leave I hear all the doctors say big words. As if they were speaking another language. I hear a big BOOM which brought me out of my thoughts. I see the respirator out and are trying to revive him. At that moment we pull into a humongous
It's Nine Eleven, and the sun is just starting to come up. Everyone in town are at the Twin Towers. The planes just crashed into the buildings, and now the Twin Towers are on fire. The people from the fire station aren't for sure if they can put it out. The fire was pretty big. There were pieces of the building flying everywhere, and it was on fire!
“GET AWAY!”, Eleven screamed as the scientists were getting closer and closer to her. Ever since Eleven was a kid, she knew she wasn’t normal, but she didn’t realize she was this abnormal. She didn’t know what was so special about her that scientist would want to keep her in a cell. After several days, she was furious at the scientists so she screeched so loud that the lights flickered, the windows shattered, and the guards dropped dead. Before the police were contacted she fled. Without hesitation, she ran until she found Mike, a boy that looked about the same age as her.
The first thing that was displayed on the screen that read Bryan's thoughts was a strange place. It seemed blurry at first, but the image cleared up as he thought more profoundly of the memory. It showed a strange place that seemed a bit too violent for humans to inhabit it, which meant it had to be an abstract memory or a different dimension. Wendy knew about alternate dimensions because she had studied about them in college. She knew right away that it looked a bit too... fiery for human life to flourish on here.
There was a man with golden-orange hair and eyes dressed in uniform, along with some other men dressed the same way walking through a grey-bricked corridor. They soon arrived to a room with iron bars, obscuring the view inside. They had opened the door and on the floor of that tiny room was the golden-haired boy surrounded by a number of paper planes. He looked up at the officers, his face filled with surprise and fear. Two of the officers went behind the boy and struck him in the back, eventually pinning him to the ground while the man with the golden-orange hair picked up one of the paper planes. He unfolded it and read it while the boy was struggling to get up. Soon the man tore up the paper plane and let its pieces gently fall onto the floor. The golden-haired boy's eyes widened and his eyes followed the pieces. He soon screamed out of utter rage and got up, pushing the other two officers off his body. His hand balled up into a fist and he punched the man who had torn the precious little plane. Just when he was going to go for another punch, the two other officers grabbed him and dragged him off. The boy screamed and struggled to break free as his eyes filled with tears.
A long time ago in a jungle Houston, Jake, Harrison , and Little Red Riding Hood were walking to go see their friend. They were traveling for a while before they saw anything living. Harrison started to get creeped out he thought to himself as he shivered in fear, “ man why are we out here?” Houston then yelled at him to speed up and Harrison said softly
The lights took the boy over roofs, cities, and oceans. They flew for what seemed like
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
"AHHHHH, ARE WE UNDER ATTACK?" I woke up with a start and was looking around horrified, but then calmed by when I saw Lucy next to me laughing like a suffocating hippo.
All day i’ve been staring out the window, making friends with the raindrops that tap against my windowpane. They have all raced to the edge of the canvas I stare through. The clouds move in synchronization, perfectly.
I wake up to the sight flashing blue lights,as my eyes scan around I notice that i’m inside what seemed to be a metal capsule.I see a handle and move my hand towards it but realize I am unable to do so.I then hear the voice of man coming towards the object i was in.A hand then grasps the other side of the handle and the capsule is opened.Two people dressed in blue take me out and lay me in a bed that was hovering in mid air.Unable to understand what was going on I sat there quietly and waited for instructions thinking that this was all a dream.I sat up and standing before me was a nurse around the age of 28.She was smiling as if she already knew me.She then looked back and as the doctor came in,backing of to the side.The doctor came in as
It was in late December, "beep!" My alarm clock buzzed. Copper was by my bed he wagged his tail when he saw me, he jumped in my bed. " Good boy," I whispered to the black lab, as I rubbed his head. I was living in Maine at the time, it was cold very cold in December.
I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the corner with the normal spring in her steps. Her small but round 5'1" frame scurried up to greet me with a big hug and an exclamation of, "Oh, how good to see you." It was her eighty-fifth birthday today, an amazing feat to me, just part of everyday life to her. The familiar mix of Estee Lauder and old lotion wafted in my direction as she pulled away to "admire how much I've grown." I stopped growing eight years ago, but really, it wasn't worth pointing this fact out. The house, too, smelled the same as it's ever smelled, I imagine, even when my father and his brothers grew up here more than forty years ago -- musty smoke and apple pie blended with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. The former was my grandfather's contribution, whose habit took him away from us nearly five years ago; the latter, of course, comes from the delectable delights from my grandmother's kitchen. Everything was just as it should be.
It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day.
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and