We were traveling for days, when we finally arrived at Jezebel's house. This should be easy I thought. Nobody has lived here for years. We walked in, the crystals were on a statue, 20 feet in the air! The statue was of Jezebel holding her signature sword. " I can get up there," Jake says heading for the tip of her sword. Then, an arrow, started for Jake's arm. "No, Jake," I screamed. The arrow impaled Jake's arm. He landed on the ground with a loud THUD! I looked at the direction the arrow came from. On the wall was a tiny cannon that shot arrows. The only way to get to the crystals without getting hit was to scale the wall and jump onto her sword. While Jake was bandaging his arm with a piece of fabric he found, I started climbing the wall.
Mollie is the patient in our case study. Mollie lives with her daughter and son in law, both in their 70’s. A home health aide assists Mollie five days a week for three hours each day. At age 94, Mollie is an older adult, considered to be part of a vulnerable population, at risk for hearing, visual and mobility deficits. This at risk population can experience changes in cognitive or physical status making the activities of daily living difficult to perform (Meiner, 2011). As people like Mollie age, gradually becoming less able to function independently, their grown children, potential caregivers, may be preoccupied with the demands of their own lives and not prepared to care for an older
LaPlante, Eve. Amrican Jezebel: The Uncommon Life of Anne Hutchinson, the Woman Who Defied the Puritans. New York: Harper Collins, 2004.
The Internet is a place where one may pretend to be anyone or anything anyone wanted to- even if that means lying to thousands of innocent mothers who had experienced the loss of a child. Jenna Evans decided to post online about the death of her child, Bentley, who had passed away due to a brain disorder. Many mothers who had felt this same heartbreak befriended her. Evans posted later that her oldest child, Hailey, had come down with flu-like symptoms in which she was then admitted into the hospital with meningitis. Evans later posted that Hailey had passed away as well. Her entire virtual family rushed to her side via e-mails, phone calls, and texts. However, little did they know, Evans had been faking this life the entire time. The real individual in which Evans had stolen her photos and stories from confronted her, causing her to spill the beans that she had faked the entire thing, and that Bentley was made up while Hailey was a child she had during her teenage years that she gave up for adoption.
The Lies of James Gatz Many great novels such as F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby tackle the subject of passing, or being fake, which involves a character pretending to be something or someone that he or she is not. Although it takes a while for the reader to discover that Gatsby has been living a fictitious life, in order to pass for someone from a higher social class, this becomes one of the more important aspects in The Great Gatsby. Gatsby has created this magnificent lie about his past in order to be impressive, yet he still comes off as quite mysterious to the people he associates with. This may be due to the fact that Gatsby is a quiet but exceedingly generous man.
In “The Truth about Lying” Judith Viorst explains the four different kinds of lying. She categorizes lies as social lies, peace-keeping lies, protective lies, and trust-keeping lies. Social lies are lies that are “acceptable and necessary”, they are the little white lies most people use all the time. Peace keeping lies are told when the liar is trying to protect themselves from getting in trouble or causing any conflict. The protective lies are far more serious, are often told because of fear that the truth would be “too damaging” for the person being lied to. Lastly, there are the trust keeping lies, which are lies in which the liar is lying for a friend in order to keep a promise. Viorst finds that most of these lies, while some are more acceptable than others, are necessary and she can understand them.
Magdalena Yesil, I liked how she always gave her best. She wasn’t just learning she made sure to gain a lifelong learning. The lifelong learning gained opened the doors of success. I do not know if she was where she wanted to be, but I am pretty sure that she achieved everything that she wanted in life. One thing that was interesting was how she took every job. I like to think that her jobs were her steppingstones jobs, to reach her star. She did not stay long at each job but she stayed enough time in every job that she development. Every job gave her tools, to start the next one. Without the knowledge that each job gave her, I do not know if she had been able to do what she did. When something did not like her she changed it, and is what
Imagine not being able to hear or see, in a world full of darkness, and not being able to communicate with anyone. Helen Keller was an American author, political activist, and a campaigner for deaf and blind charities. She is widely known by many people. Helen Keller is someone who is a great role model for many people to follow and to be known of.
An enduring monument to his inadequacy to which he would employ a slumbering retreat. He would wrestle with his body for a brief respite from the perpetual torture that was his insomnia, tossing and turning over every inch of his bed west of the fissure that was once full of love, but never would he attempt to traverse it’s curves and corners for fear of falling into it’s deep, depressive vicinity. He lay there, awake again. His mind a highway of thoughts, only this highway had no lights, no exits, and no colour. He was stood resolute, immovable in the vast sea of movement. Surveying the surroundings that lay before him, he saw only mountainous regions of terrain, casting even more monstrous shadows over him. Each one taller than the last and twice as dark. Some would have the carved faces of past friends, frozen in a state of lament, both in time, and stone. The only solace in the midnight world was a single patch of firm, fresh grass, with a tasteful tartan picnic basket - ribbons and all. Entirely devoid of food, yet still somehow quenching his desires. A single ray of light in an otherwise nefarious expanse, shrouded in atrocities unfit even for the infernal realms of hell. The lighthouse in treacherous waters, guiding him to the reliable shores that are his most vivid and treasured
After drinking deeply, he realizes that the water must have been drugged since he immediately loses consciousness again, and later, when he is again awake, there is a sulfurous light which reveals that the walls are one-half their original size. Logically, he tries to determine how he originally made such an error. He knows that he is in the same place because of the horrible, dismal circular pit. But to his horror, he is now completely bound head and foot, except for his left hand up to his left elbow. He is bound to a "species of low framework of wood." Looking upward, he sees a huge razor-sharp pendulum swinging in an arch, criss-crossing his body. Turning to survey the rest of the vault, he sees enormous rats running across the slimy floor. After watching the rats for about thirty minutes, he again looks at the pendulum and is horrified to realize that the sweep has increased considerably and even more disturbing, it has descended. Now he "can no longer doubt the doom prepared for [him] by monkish ingenuity in torture." The sweep of "the pendulum was at right angles [and] was designed to cross the region of the heart." The vault and the bottomless pit are just as horrible as the very pit of hell itself might be. It seems as though it is days before the pendulum comes so close to him that the "odor of the sharp steel forced itself into my nostrils," but eventually it does, and when the
The ceremony had begun. The girl watched as her brother was brought through the crowd by the chilam, a priest specializing in human sacrifices (Klobuchar 13). She knew when they started to climb the steps of the pyramid her brother’s fate was sealed. There was no way to save him; he would be sacrificed to satisfy the gods thirst for blood. Her brother was innocent; unfortunately they were slaves so this didn’t matter. She cried out in horror at the realization that her only family would be lost. They had reached the top of the pyramid, and the chilam forced him onto a stone alter. They restrained her brother. She didn’t want to watch as she knew what would happen to her brother, the chilam would cut his chest open and then remove his heart.
He was reluctant to do so but knowing he might get out he listened. As soon as he covered his face the door blew of the hinges and broke the window throwing glass everywhere. When he uncovered his eyes he saw nothing but smoke, after it cleared he could clearly see written on the wall outside "welcome to The Game". He thought this was all a nightmare trying to wake up he only ended up hurting himself from all of the pinches. After working his way through the hallways following the arrows, he got to the front door. He knew it would be locked but tried anyway and to his surprise it moved, but only an inch or so. Chained from the other side the door wouldn't come
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
The fourteenth night and hour of September, a young child by the name of Benjamin P. Ford heard the loudest noise of his lifetime. He was so startled that he woke from a deep sleep. “Help us please. While we have time,” screamed the petrified voices of the light. Of course, Benjamin being anxiously scared, he followed the voices until he reached the mysterious keyhole.
...he walls had a big mirror on it--I could guess there was probably someone like the P.M. behind it, watching me. The other wall had a big, round hole, that looked more than just ominous with the bad lighting. Slowly, a light that resembled a big green eye appeared in the hole, and the person who I figured was behind the glass spoke through it.
He bowed to the leader. The leader scanned him all over while the guards on the other pyramids drew their arrows and waited. My hand flew to my sword. If the general fell here, there would be no hope for our survival. I gripped the hilt till my knuckles turned white and left indents on my palm. The leader picked up her skirt and bow back while raising the sides of the skirt far above her head. Wait she signaled to her guards. They loosed their arrows and placed them back into their quivers.