I open my eyes abruptly. My pupils dilated and adjusted to the darkness. I sprang up. My body failed me and I fell straight onto the ground. I felt my head smash into the ground and my eyes closed.
I woke up once again and felt an intense pain on my head. I reached up a touched it. There was a immense tight pain and a lump as well. "Why am I here?" I couldn't remember anything. Am I blind or something? Am I deaf? I spoke out, saying stuff as if I were crazy. "Hello?" "Is anyone there?" I heard myself. I'm not deaf. Am I blind? It was so dark. "Why am I here? What am I doing here?" I started thinking, and small scenes or pictures from yesterday came back. Fire. Pain. Family. But what am I doing here? What am I doing in the dark? Alone?
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Maybe figure out where I am. I stood up. Slowly. There wasn't any light. I couldn't see anything. I felt around. I felt the ground. Nothing. Just hard concrete. Concrete. I remembered my brother. I remember him falling on the concrete some years ago. I had a brother. What happened to him? All I can remember is shouting. Shouting. I was the one shouting, but why?
Then it all came back to me. They took it all away from me. Everything that I owned, everyone that I loved. Then I was thrown in here. The fire started here. They burned me. They did this to me! I remember dragging my brother out into the open, picking him up and running. Then they caught me and took him away. When I thought of him my heart ached in a way it never had
I could hear the car engines roaring to life, horns honk above me. Tiny footsteps echo throughout the tunnel as I leant up against a brick wall. The tunnel seemed to carry on forever like there was no ending. Yellow dimmed lights lead through the path of the tunnel. I tried to control my breathing which got heavier by the second.
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
I awake to nothing but a dark space. My hands are strapped down and my neck put in a brace. I wonder to myself, “Why am I here? what happened to me?” All I can think about is my last memory.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
We call it, The Darkness. After that day, no one worried about it again. Everyone pretty much forgot about it. I’m in highschool now. The school was rebuilt and everyone goes there now. Sometimes I have this weird feeling that the thing is still here watching everything I do. Sometimes I wake up on the couch when I go to sleep in my bed. Sometimes I’m on the ground. Last night, I woke up in my front lawn. Tonight I’ll go out to
On October 15, 2015 I went to the Panera Deaf Chat in West Orange and this was an experience that I will never forget. I was supposed to attend with one of my classmates, but unfortunately she could not make it so I decided to ask a friend to take me. I was excited when I knew my classmate was accompanying me, but when she canceled fear consumed me. I was really nervous because I did not know what to expect, although Professor Wohsteller mentioned that people from the Deaf community are very friendly. When we arrived at the building I was literally shaking and numerous questions flooded my mind. I remembered two questions that lingered for quite some time and I could not get them out of my head. I kept asking myself “What is I cannot understand what they are saying to me? “And “What if I have no idea what they are signing about?” I stood outside the building which is surrounded with glass and I could see what was
I stood up. Everything seem so peaceful. But not for long. i heard rocks start tumbling and
completely insane, mentally unfit, he had gone absolutely mad. I closed my eyes and made peace with God. I was going to die at the hand of this snake wrangling phycho. I had just said my metal amen when we came to a screeching halt, rocks sped out from under us and the engine whined then puttered out slowly. My head hit the back of the seat hard, the edges off my vision turned black for a second.
Regaining my consciousness, I opened my eyes only to catch sight of the blurry shadow of a group of men huddling around me. I heard whispers and voices, none of which I could comprehend. Gradually, I pulled myself to my feet.
I so happened to be in the line of fire. Then, I felt the collision it was a solid crack , I felt the rock making such strong impact to my head. Then falling down in the mix of the other rocks.
Lo and behold, I opened the door and saw nothing but darkness. Flustered and confused, I returned back to my chair in the study, thinking about
When I was around 8 years old, me and my sister a huge argument about us going somewhere(I don’t exactly remember the two places) and we both didn’t like where eachother wanted to go, so we were screaming throughout the whole entire house.This was not what we needed to be doing because as a kid, you always want something that your sibling doesn’t want to do. My parents were outside working on something in the garage when all of this was going down, so they were not able to hear us arguing and fighting. As we were arguing, my sister goes storming off to her room and starts to scream and that’s is when my parents heard the sound of the scream and came inside and see what happened. My parents heard my sister crying and knew that she as either very angry or upset so I knew they were going to talk to me first, but they wouldn’t be happy. My
I still remember it as if it were yesterday. The very day I ended my twin sister’s life. The sound of her pleading voice begging me to slow down will always haunt me for the rest of my life. I could never forgive myself. She was my sister, my bestfriend, we were one and now I’m lonely by myself.
I go in such a place? Where is there to run to in the darkness? I look
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.