The doctor told me it would not hurt, but it would only sting a little bit. I closed my eyes, anxiously waiting as she brought the bottle of medical glue closer to my head. My head already felt like it had collided with a metal bat. I do not know how only an hour before I went to the emergency room, I sat on the trampoline with my cousin. “So, what do you want to do”, Asked my cousin, “because I am tired of sitting here.” “How about we jump on the trampoline”, I answered almost as quickly as he asked, “I mean why would we just sit here when we can jump.” “Fine ”, he replied sarcastically. Therefore, we jumped on the trampoline for about twenty minutes before we both collapsed with exhaustion and ended up in the same spot we were minutes before. …show more content…
I went back to the spot at the edge of the trampoline, and rolled the rock to the middle of the trampoline, where my cousin laughed at me for tripping over my untied shoelace. I knelt down to the ground, tied my shoe, then stood up abruptly. CRACK! The rock once in the hands of my cousin was now on the ground in front of me, covered in a layer of thick red liquid. My vision blurred by the blood that escaped the gash, the rock had sliced, on my forehead. As my eyes shifted upwards they found my cousin running away. He obviously went to go get help I repeated in my head for the third time But he is going the wrong way. My voice screamed for help, alone walking down the gravel driveway, I stumbled with the fading environment around me. My Aunt and second cousin, Zach, found me and scooped me up off the ground. He carried me in the house silently cursing under his breath. I heard voices around me but couldn't quite see who they had came from because of the damp towel over my sticky face. “I can't find him anywhere”, said a high pitched voice that had walked through the door only seconds
The day started with clear blue skies and not a cloud in the sight. The only noise that you could hear was a concert given by the nearby crickets, and a lonely bull frog singing nearby in unison. As the evening passes on a sharp snoring noise can be heard muffled softly.
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.
The storm was coming in quick. Dark silky clouds covered the sky like a wave of sadness. Then Bam! It hit with a force so strong it seemed as if the old mansion would crash down into the earth.
“Come back,” I yelped as I dressed quicker than I had previously thought possible. As soon as I came outside I didn’t spot him, thus I began to search. After frisking through my yard for twenty minutes, I still couldn’t find him. I’m usually a stolid boy, yet today I broke into tears.
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
The lava came crushing down slowly onto me. Blood drizzle down my lower leg.“Oh my poor dear” my aunt stammered and stood there in uneasiness. Oh how my aunt could have been my hero! Oh how everything could have fell its place if my aunt saved me from this, oh how I am still terribly crying! Oh how could this pain go away? Oh how dangerous this event would have been if we were even a teeny tiny bit closer.
“Pass the ball Henry!” Tom screams at me. Tom, my twin sister Kat, and I are playing a simple game of backyard soccer using the net my father bought for me when I was 7 years old. I am 13 years old now and the net has worn down quite a bit. That’s why when the ball hit the crossbar, the goal wobbled and almost dismantled.
I take a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out. How bad could it be? 4 people fall from the sky... What could happen?
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
It bent and twisted into a grotesque position. It was a glamorous, fall Saturday morning in Barrington. It was around 12:15 pm. The sun was shining and there were lots of little clouds in the sky. My sister and I had just finished our exhausting, two hour practice.
During the last years of his illness with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), Rosenzweig devoted much of his time working on translation, especially of Jewish texts. More specifically, Rosenzweig engaged in translating two major works, Judah HaLevi’s book and a German translation of the Bible. In 1922, Rosenzweig started translating a whole book of poems written by the medieval Jewish poet, Judah HaLevi. Afterwards, he wrote a commentary on his translation. In May of 1925, he received an invitation from Martin Buber (1878 –1965) to collaborate with him on a translation project—a new German translation of the Bible.
It was the end of the quarter and I had to write an essay exam on a book that I read. My hands were shaking and my palms were sweating and I kept jiggling my right leg up and down. Even though I was nervous I felt that I would be successful. I was more worried that the questions wouldn’t fit my book or I just wouldn’t be able to think of anything to write about.
My heart was thumping out of my chest. As my eyes were closed I heard Alex scream; Opening my eyes I looked beside me and the pole had hit her. She had a huge cut across her forehead; she was losing blood too quick. Feeling an unbearable sharp pain shoot to my head I raised my hand and noticed I had been hurt, as i rubbed the painful gash the pains became sharper. The pain was now unbearable.
I can see myself running. I am running as fast as I can, relying on the aptitude of my feet to bring me to the other side of the passageway. As I struggle my way through the confining walls that precluded any source of light and filled the whole place with screaming darkness, I could distinctly see the panic and horror on my face. Then, I kept on looking back, checking if I am still being chased. Baffled by the identity of my chaser coupled with the intense strange feeling of fear, my thoughts are fixated on the glimpse of light at the end of the passageway which seemingly diminishes as I attempt to get closer.
Unknown answer (creative writing) Waking up to the sound of trucks isn’t the most enjoyable thing, nor is waking up cold not knowing where the heck you are. I tried pinching myself a few times to see if maybe this was a dream but all i got in return was pain and marks amongst my skin. “This can’t be happening right now” i thought to myself, what did i do wrong in order to receive this as my karma. I glanced around to visualise where i was exactly and all i saw was one narrow road surrounded by dry dirt, with an old abandoned house about 400 yards east. No road signs were in sight, just a handwritten speed sign with the number ‘110’ on it, indicating that the speed is 110km per hour.