On Adam’s bedside nightstand, there is a vase of blooming carnations. But the scent isn’t sweet like summer; just foul, upsetting, pathetic. The whole room smells of the gross hospital air; a mix of germs and pity and weakness. There’s a cup filled with stale tap water, and it stands beside a dusty box of Kleenex, as thin and starchy as tissue paper. The last time I was met by such a foul scene was when Mother was in the hospital with cancer. Such a weak being; she couldn’t fend for herself. She made me come in to help her, even though she should’ve been helping me. She told me I needed to solve my problems too, but she never cared to assist me me.
I eye Adam up and down, his lifeless body oozing with gashes and covered in shadowed
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I smack the carnations off Adam’s bedside table, and the murky water from the vase splashes on my legs, making them smell like compost and dirt, just like Caliena. With my free hand, I crush the flowers in a fist so small that my polished nails are digging into my skin. I stomp into the bathroom, my shoes gouging into the ground. I slam the door shut, closing it so hard the sanitizer dispenser falls off the wall. The pouch of chemicals breaks open, and an ambush of bleach and disinfectant floods the tiny …show more content…
She seems deep in thought, but I doubt she’s contemplating her wrong doings. It’s too bad she couldn’t figure out her mistakes on her own; it’s too bad I have to help her.
It’s time to get rid of the trash. I pull my stilettos off my feet, and the clasp around my ankles breaks from the force of my hand. Faster than I’ve ever ran before, I sprint over to Caliena, my feet pounding into the freezing hospital tile. I stick the heel into the back of her neck, pushing it so deep that blood pours from her veins, and she gasps for air. Caliena chokes on her saliva, chokes on her words, and chokes on her idiotic choices, like deciding to write a silly, insane, letter. But this still isn’t enough. With both my hands, stained from Caliena’s poison blood, I push her down 2 flights of stairs, where she tumbles over and over herself, bumping into the railings and the walls. I find myself laughing hysterically at Caliena, and how clumsy she is. Her obese body curls into awkward positions, and the stiletto is still lodged in her neck. I race down the stairs, wanting to see all the pain Caliena has to endure. But this still isn’t
Adam’s love for Cathy was not one for simple physical pleasure it was a sincere deep love that one must search long and hard for. Adam covered for Cathy’s attempted murder, and then raised his sons indifferently without much passion; because without Cathy in his life he fell into a slight depression. As the twins grow they are pinned against one another for the approval of their father in a similar manner that Adam and Charles were. Aron showing more ambition in academics was always favored by Adam. Aron then went on to Stanford, while Cal searched for a way to pay for Aron’s tuition because Adam’s fortune had gone to ruin’s in a failing business. When Cal came across a large amount of money from selling beans, Adam thought his son was doing the wrong thing. With great anger and frustration Cal revealed to Aron the dark secrets of their mother. This causes Ar...
Eight years have passed. The narrator is 26 years old, and is now a mother; just like Alice. In the eight years Alice had lost her husband and two of her children. She is old and has tumor filled knees. Alice says in lines 98-105, “And in those eight years I had married and become the mother of sons and did not always keep my floors clean or my hair combed or my legs oiled and I learned to like the taste of beer and how to talk the bad-woman talk… Alice, when I saw her again, was in black, after the funeral of my brother.” It wasn’t until the narrator had gone through exactly what Alice had gone through did she realize why Alice had lived the way she did. In lines 113-117, she says, “When I found Alice sitting alone… I was afraid to speak because there was too much I wanted to say.”
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
The poem His stillness by Sharon Olds gave her a definite understanding of the man that she called “father.” Olds grew up in an abusive family home because her dad was always known as an alcoholic. Because of her dad’s habit, created hard living environments for her and she wished that her parents never got married. Whenever liquor was in her dad’s system, he was unemotional making life for Olds hard. She never described the things that he did to her. The visit to the doctor’s office made her opened up to her dad. She saw her dad as lovely and caring family man and she never imagine him being the man that he was at the doctor’s office. He did not overreacted when he heard news; instead he was calm and accepted the news. She felt tremendously sad for her dad and from there now she started noticing the man she never knew. Olds and her dad bond grew stronger at the doctor’s office. The man she had always known for his abusive behavior turned out the most caring man in the world.
Patrick Henry was an American hero. He dedicated his life to fight the British and pave the way for a new country. He lead the charge in opposing unfair British taxation and encouraged the colonists to stand and fight against tyranny. Patrick Henry’s fiery speeches, uncompromisable morals, and intense desire for liberty directly influenced Americans desire for freedom.
Elizabeth wanted a pet, but her parent was against her decision and gave her a cactus plant instead. Elizabeth was not so happy having a cactus as a pet despite the fact that it is a very good listener. Elizabeth did not give up, she suggested a couple of different animals, such as: Horse, dog, cat, bird, bunny etc. to no avail. Her parent always has something against all the suggested animals and gave her reasons why she could not have them. She later got herself a bug as a pet, which her parent does not have a choice but to allow
Before the claymation group, California Raisins, became popular people shunned raisins because of their appearance. After all, what could a dry, wrinkly fruit have to offer that we couldn’t get from more appealing fruit? But the more this shriveled grape quartet belted out tunes like “I’ve Heard it through the Grapevine,” the more intrigued we became. Soon, everyone was touting raisins’ benefits.
As I walked down the corridor I noticed a man lying in a hospital bed with only a television, two dressers, and a single window looking out at nothing cluttering his room. Depression overwhelmed me as I stared at the man laying on his bed, wearing a hospital gown stained by failed attempts to feed himself and watching a television that was not on. The fragments of an existence of a life once active and full of conviction and youth, now laid immovable in a state of unconsciousness. He was unaffected by my presence and remained in his stupor, despondently watching the blank screen. The solitude I felt by merely observing the occupants of the home forced me to recognize the mentality of our culture, out with the old and in with the new.
I shook my head, ashamed for invading my friends’ tragedies with memories I conjured up by their descriptions of them. I was still staring at Alice’s relaxed posture. The frown on her face was evident even while she rested unconscious with wrinkles near her seventeen year old eyes. I could still see the scar from stitches. Vesper shifted under the blankets on Alice’s couch. He was missing a father while Sebastian and I were missing a mother. But Alice was missing the two people that had given her life and left while she was living it. A trust fund was left in their
The street lights outside flickered with age, popping and gently fizzing with every stream of electricity that ran through the bulb. Sat inside of the laundromat and watching the flickering lights, I was awaiting the wash cycle’s end. Clothes that were dirtied from last night were being rehabilitated by vicious lashes of water and soap. It was the holy cleansing we all deserved. The shirts, pants and socks all pushed up against the restricting glass of the washing machine’s door, fighting for freedom while I just sat there, aware of the cruelty and the drowning but yawning my cares away. The inside of the laundromat was cast in a harsh cyan light that pained the eyes at such late times as these. It was around 9 p.m., and the only people present included myself and a
The relationships between plants and pollinators play a key role in our ecosystems. Pollinators are animals, such as bees, butterflies, moths, bats, flies, wasps, and birds, that transfer pollen from one flower to another. Pollination is the movement of pollen to the male or female part of the plant. This leads to fertilization and the production of seeds and flowers. They maintain and establish ecosystems. “Pollinators are an integral part of our environment and our agricultural systems; they are important in 35% of global crop production” (NCRS 2013). “Pollinator declines can result in loss of pollination services which have important negative ecological and economic impacts that could significantly affect the maintenance of wild plant diversity,
We all remember these grey gloomy days filled with a feeling of despair that saddens the heart from top to bottom. Even though, there may be joy in one’s heart, the atmosphere turns the soul cold and inert. Autumn is the nest of this particular type of days despite its hidden beauty. The sun seems foreign, and the nights are darker than usual enveloped by a thrill that generates chills to travel through the spine leaving you with a feeling of insecurity. Nevertheless, the thinnest of light will always shine through the deepest darkness; in fact, darkness amplifies the beauty and intensity of a sparkle. There I found myself trapped within the four walls of my house, all alone, surrounded by the viscosity of this type of day. I could hear some horrifying voices going through my mind led by unappealing suicidal thought. Boredom had me encaged, completely at its mercy. I needed to go far away, and escape from this morbid house which was wearing me down to the grave. Hope was purely what I was seeking in the middle of the city. Outside, the air was heavy. No beautifully rounded clouds, nor sunrays where available to be admired through the thick grey coat formed by the mist embedded in the streets. Though, I felt quite relieved to notice that I was not alone to feel that emptiness inside myself as I was trying to engage merchant who shown similar “symptoms” of my condition. The atmosphere definitely had a contagious effect spreading through the hearts of every pedestrian that day. Very quickly, what seemed to be comforting me at first, turned out to be deepening me in solitude. In the city park, walking ahead of me, I saw a little boy who had long hair attached with a black bandana.
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
Home gardens offer a wide variety of benefits to the environment and serve a diverse group of people. Home gardening provides a source of fresh produce and free of chemicals, it also gives you complete control over the chemicals and products used during the growing process. A home garden allows you to pick the produce when its ripe, unlike produce at the store is often picked before its fully ripe. The quality and flavor of the freshly picked produce from home is better than the produce that might have unknown chemicals and was likely picked several days or weeks before being sold. The produce retains more nutrients when consumed shortly after being picked, making your home garden vegetables a healthier option. A garden also provides a positive environmental impact. The compost allows you to recycle certain kitchen and yard waste into a nutrient-rich additive for the garden. This provides natural fertilizer for you plants and reduces the wastes you produce. If you choose to avoid or limit chemical use, you reduce pollution from your gardening activities. Besides being good for the environment gardens have environmental gains for us. Gardening help control urban temperatures, If the environmental landscape design is effective it can cool your home in summer and warm it in winter, it can also reduce the energy cost by up to 20%. Gardening, and all the physical activity that goes along with it, leads to a better overall physical health, weight loss, improve you bones, and reduces the risk of having osteoporosis. “In a study of 3,310 older women, researchers from the University of Arkansas found that women involved in yard work and other types of gardening exercises had lower rates of osteoporosis than joggers, swimmers, and women wh...