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Just around 10:30 p.m. Martha Jones prepared herself to get ready for bed. Brushing her teeth, washing her face, and getting into the appropriate clothing. She couldn’t seem to get something off of her mind, she had noticed that for the past couple of days that a strange man dressed in all black had been following her. Tonight the strange and mysterious man followed her home just walking on the opposite side of the street as her, not letting his eyes off of her watching as she enters her home and shutting the creaky door behind her. Several hours later there’s a loud and obnoxious banging at the door. In a panic she awakes from her sleep rushing to the front door to no one just a pink decorated envelope containing a folded up piece of paper. …show more content…
Looking around they see nothing she gives Jim Bob the stare of death because she sees that everything in its place. Jim Bob sees her and tells her to follow him, so she does. Suddenly the four walls around them began to cave in quick. Panicking Martha sits in the middle of the floor and begins to cry. Jim Bob grabs her by the hand pulling her up to her feet and running to one of the four walls. Afraid of being injured she tenses herself up and closes her eyes expecting for the worst, but no she finds herself on a pale pink floor in another room. Jim Bob stands to his feet and begins walking forward so she follows. He explains to her that the only was to set the people free is to get to the top of the space tower, go to the mail office and hit the red alarm which will then open the gates setting the people free. The floor begins to crack and shake rapidly. Martha sees the floor splitting in two, the problem here is that Jim Bob and Martha are too far apart to reach one another to get her to the opposite side. He tells her that before the floor gets too far apart she’s going to have to jump across. “Are you crazy or just out of your mind?” she says to him. “JUST JUMP!” he responds back. “On three. 1….. 2….. 3!” she jumps screaming at the top of her lungs the entire …show more content…
The lights in the room flicker on and off as the cool breeze from the open windows touches their faces giving the chills. “BOOM!” they hear a loud bang up above them. Martha lets out a screech covering her mouth to prevent the sound to echo in the hollow room. Suddenly a large harry beast appears in front of them eying Jim he snatched him up in its hands and runs into the direction they were headed. Screaming once again Martha runs after the vicious animal. “POOF” they were gone. Now alone she will have to complete the mission on her
what happened. Suddenly, it was time for her to go; they say their goodbyes and she goes to
In the monograph, A Midwife’s Tale, Laurel Thatcher Ulrich wrote about the life of Martha Ballard based on the diary she left behind during the eighteenth century. In the dairy, Martha Ballard talks about her daily life as a midwife. Martha Ballard was one of the midwives during her era that helped with many medical related problems around the community. A Midwife’s Tale provides insight into eighteenth century medicine by showing the importance of a midwife through a firsthand account of Martha Ballard and by indicating the shift of medicine from being underdeveloped into becoming a more developed field.
The Plantation Mistresses introduced by Catherine Clinton present in vivid detail the story of real lives and activities as a wife, household executive of white women’s during the nineteenth-century. This historian book illustrates clearly that while the “Southern belle” may have prevail momentarily, it was the “Steel magnolia” who reigned. This paper will review, evaluate and provide a critical analysis of Clinton’s story as well as her main arguments. By focusing on any areas of weakness within the story.
The 1890s-1920s is what is referred to today as the Progressive Era. This was a time in which many people rose to push their beliefs and create a better future for America. These people called themselves progressives and they would make America the place we know today. They addressed important issues such as women’s rights, working conditions, and temperance. One such reformer was a woman named Mary Harris Jones. Mary Jones, later known as Mother Jones, was one of the most successful and effective progressive reformers of all time due to her experiences, work in labor agitation, and effective speeches.
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Shadows prowled the streets looking for an opportunity to strike their prey. How am I supposed to live here? Not after what happened four years ago”This place looks like a war zone. As he walked down the street people flew in the shadows like ghosts looking for someone to possess.”They know what I did!” He wailed. Jack was 12 years old about 5’2” 90 lbs. His mahogany hair hung down to about his shoulders and curled up at the end. His rusty eyes seemed to match his pupils forming an endless pit of brown.
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On a cold night in December, Linda, a cutthroat investment banker, was walking home late at night from her luxurious office in Houston, Texas. The night was Christmas Eve, but Linda had to work late to finish up a big deal she was closing. It was lightly snowing outside, and as Linda liked snow, she decided walking the short distance to her apartment rather than driving would be relaxing. Her husband and two children were eagerly awaiting her arrival to spend Christmas Eve together as a family. As Linda was walking, she began to have the strange feeling that someone was following her. As she looked behind her, there was one man walking a few hundred feet back on the otherwise empty sidewalk. This frightened Linda a little, and she quickened her pace slightly. The man followed suit, increasing the speed at which he was following the nervous woman. Linda wasn’t quite sure what to do; this had never happened to her before. She turned around a second time, and felt a wave of horror pass over her as she saw the mans face, dark and fierce. She also saw something in his gloved right hand, long, silver, and shining dully in the dim streetlights. Linda knew that the object was indeed a knife, and now realized that she was in serious trouble. As she rounded a street corner, she began to sprint. The mysterious man rounded the corner, looking down, and saw a pair of high heels laying in the middle of the sidewalk. As he looked up, he saw Linda running as fast as she could, her bare feet kicking up snow. The man took off after her, furious that he had let her gain so much distance between them. Linda tried to open her purse in order to use
Mrs. Jones was born on November 1 from 1970. She has five primary complaints: pain when showering, brushing her hair, washing dishes, dressing and driving. Mrs. Jones, suffers extreme stiffness in her right shoulder and has low strength, she complains of pain when moving her shoulder and arm with limited coordination. Mrs. Jones stopped working, the problems of strength, reduced mobility, and the pain need to be
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
She woke up at 6:00 am one morning to the sounds of loud banging on the door, but she was used to it as that was just her morning alarm. She got out of bed and changed into her baggy, worn-out red dress that didn’t fit her right anymore. She then made her bed, making sure to keep the crisp white sheets straight
Paleness rushes over Janine’s body as she stands there; her face looking as if she seen a ghost. With no hesitation, she slowly shuts the door. The women knocks again, but this time Janine doesn’t answer. “What are you doing here? Go away!” Janine says.
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
They found a Halloween costume inside the box which was Mya's dream Halloween costume. Excited, Mya she couldn’t hold her happiness inside her. Therefore, she decided to try it on, but, as Mya was about to do so, the lights went off. Shocked, Mya and her friend just sat there listening and staring at the ceiling as they heard a noise. Frustrated, Mya groaned while listening how the old haunted house creaked. She wished there was light in the basement room. Even though Mya who was not a person who believed in ghosts, she saw how dark shadows gathered in the corners of the room. Suddenly, Mya heard footsteps coming down the stairs, through the hallway and stopped at the door. Someone
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.