“Mister Klemen … Mister Klemen,” repeats a voice which is quite familiar to my ears.
All of my senses except one are numb; however I try to open my eyes to see what is happening to me. The last thing I remember is a long iron bar striking my head from the front. Since then I am able to hear this voice which has a slight Cuban accent. Shortly, I am able to come to my senses and open my eyes. A bright beam of light is blinding and disabling me to see my surroundings. It only takes me a few seconds to realize that I am tied down onto a chair with metal shackles around my wrist and ankles. These shackles give me an uncomfortable feeling, about what is going to happen. Drowsily I look at the person who is calling my name for the sixth time. His face is blurred by the reduced dilation speed of my pupils and it feels as if I am starring into a black hole because he is absorbing my full attention. It does not take long until I am able to see his visage clearly as he approaches me.
“Welcome back Mister Klemen you have finally come to your senses,” he said in a deep voice.
The room in which I am being captured is clean and appears to be a usual doctor’s office. It appears that I was in this room once before, a long time ago when I first started to work for the CIA as an undercover agent. I feel like I see a Déjà vu because Dr. Holland is standing in the same spot as he did just a few years ago. His posture is worse than before because his back is slightly and wrinkles on his face enables him to appear unrecognizable, however, his emerald green eyes reveal his true identity. The hair is as white as his apron which has a look as it has been worn for generations.
“What are you doing to me and why am I in shackles?” asked I with a bro...
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...awake with incredible headache and a bruise that reopened my wound once more. Dropping my head to the left I see a small black sphere that seems to be a rubber ball which is used in guns to knock out victims. Legs and a lot of them were catching my eyes and makes me respond to look up.
“Good job Matt, you did perfectly until the part where you got shot. Oh well, I guess not everyone is perfect so I let you have the job as undercover agent,” chuckles a man with a brown coat covering his big build body, “Dr., please give him the antidote for the memory loss, I want him to be back up and ready to go for work tomorrow.”
The Doctor injects me with a serum and said, “Don’t worry Matt, once you wake up, you will feel all better again and you will remember everything once again.”
With complete confusion my eyelids felt like a heavy curtain and shut within seconds.
Secretary- “It’s all right. This process has been done over a thousand times by Dr. Anderson. You have nothing to worry about. It might be a new microchip but it’s the same as it was with all the other microchips. You’ll be in good hands.”
* * * * * * * * I woke up after a particularly bad session with the torturers. If I was lucky, I’d fall asleep from the pain. I vaguely remembered something to do with hot irons, scalpels, electric shocks, blades, pliers, and lots of blood. At that point, I was literally scared everywhere. Big, red, infected scars.
The two main characters of the story, Irene and Clare, leave the reader wanting to know more about the life that two very different cultures live. The racism, society, and views of all people have changed since the time period the book was based off of. Irene is left unaccepted into the world and ashamed to be a Negro, where Clare is fighting to keep her Negro past a secret to everyone around her. Reading Passing by Nella Larson is an eye opening experience that will have a lasting effect on the reader.
It felt like years. Every so often a rat would come up and i would catch them and eat them to survive. I felt myself becoming very very weak it became difficult to even open my eyes every day. I was sure I was going to die, I could feel it. I started thinking what would have happened if I would have just accepted my fate, and burned to death by the closing firey walls. I would have died faster that is for sure. I would not be suffering so much. I decided it was time to sleep once again so I layed down on the board and said to myself “I am never getting out of here” then I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I was later woken up by a conversation above. “How long ago did you close the walls?” The French General asked. “Well sir, it has been about two weeks” Bob explained to the General. There was a long pause and then the General asked “I mean are you sure he is dead?” They must have walked away cause I could not hear them any longer. Once the voices faded away I thought for sure I was going to die down here. I lost all hope and immediately regretted not allowing the walls to crush and burn me to
On my hospital bed, I sit and stretch out my arms to relieve some nervous tension. My room is nothing but dull grey walls and the smell of disinfectant. My ears perk up as I listen to doctors and nurses conversing outside. Their voices grow louder and louder as I hear their feet coming closer to my door. I crane my neck towards sounds, only to spot the brass knob of my door turning. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes shallower. I quickly pull out a pocketknife from under my pillow and slip it into my pants pocket. Stealthily, I roll out of bed, forgetting about the various tubes attached to my body. I wince in pain and tears well up in my eyes as they get yanked ou...
I blacked out. Minutes later I was hearing the medic lady trying to communicate with me while she was strapping me down to the stretcher.
You are lying in bed taking a much-needed nap. You have had a long day and this little refresher is just what you need. You are slowly becoming awake and aware of what is going around you. You can hear someone in the kitchen cooking and through the open window by your bed you can hear the sounds of the kids of the neighborhood jumping rope and playing hand games. You can even hear Old Mrs. Jones yelling at Little Johnny for running all over her flowers. You have been sleeping for about an hour and you feel that it is about time to get up. So you open your eyes, or at least you think you do. For reason some they are not open. So you think to yourself, "That is odd, I thought I mentally told my eyes to open?" So you try again, and this time you hear your voice in your head say, "Eyes open;" but again nothing happens. Now you think maybe you are really out of it, and that you must be extremely tired and just need to rub your eyes a little to get them moving. So next you try to move your arm, only it is stuck. Then you realize that your entire body is stuck. You think that this situation has to be unreal. You are awake; you have to be. You can obviously think to yourself, and you can hear everything that is going on inside and outside, but why are you not moving? You try to open your mouth and call for help, but you cannot do that either. You are completely paralyzed! Then you start to think this that is some sort of nightmare-and it is, except it is very much real. You are experiencing sleep paralysis.
“I’m sorry for the wait,” said the doctor as he finally walked through the door. I had become so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t realized another
Just erupting from a deep blackout not realizing what had just taken place only a few minutes before, as I looked around twelve familiar faces looked back at me with a nervous angst that I myself was about to experience. Eventually coming to my senses I looked at my arm as shock was pouring through my entire body like a ocean flooding a city during a hurricane. My arm should’ve been laying down the side of my body and only the top half was while the other was flipped over facing the wrong direction.
"Uh, no...in fact, I really just learned about the Opera Ghost today. But the Angel of Music has basically raised me singing. He has been my tutor for as long as I can remember!" Suddenly there was a knock at the
I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.
Just as I get a breath, the powerful monster swallows me once more. It finally hits me that I’m going to be under a long time. These are 20 ft waves, I think to myself. There is no way I am getting out of here the easy way. I feel the blood surge to my head as the paranoia sets in.
You are probably wondering how I got into this spasmodic predicament. Well, it all started on the night of my argument with that obtuse fellow, Orlick. I was in the kitchen on this discomfited night while “Joe had been at the Three Jolly Bargemen…” (120). Here I was, minding my business by saying goodnight with a farm-laborer heading home when I decided to head back into the house. However, out of nowhere, a figure in black hit me hard on the back of my head! What a miscreant he was for attacking a poor defenseless woman! With this attack, I fell to the ground with my “…face… turned towards the fire” (119). The scorching flame lit the crime scene in an excellent glow. There had been no evidence of the mysterious man except for one thing. Lying
As I turned around to begin the journey towards my hopeless shot, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sudden unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my elbow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and finally to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had fallen on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong electrical shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second.
An Unforgettable Trip - Personal Writing I finally arrived in Pakistan on a hot, June morning after nine tiring days. hours. The time is a lot. We finally arrived in a village and the heat beyond words was irritating me. I looked around me, there were trees and greenery.