Florescent lights flooded Ezra’s vision as he opened his eyes. He could vaguely make out a plain white ceiling and the same coloured walls with a few paintings, and a window opposite to him. He tried to sit up, but when he did so, a wave of nausea hit him and he leaned over the side of the bed and vomited in the floor. A nurse ran in and helped him lay back again. The pain was so bad that his vision was fading in and out, and he felt his head begin to throb. “Are you okay, sir?” The nurse asked him, though her voice sounded distant. He nodded to her and closed his eyes. Within moments of doing so, his consciousness started to fade until he was almost asleep. “Sir? Mr. Helding?” The nurse’s voice was fuzzy and distant as drifted off to sleep. “Ezra? Ezra…?” Her voice started to morph and change into a very familiar sound; Rose’s voice. He briefly opened eyes …show more content…
Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, especially for Ezra. The whole day didn’t feel real to him. His family and friends were all sitting around a small fire on the beach beside the hotel they were all staying at, and everything just felt… right. All the kids had gone to bed and all the adults had been up for hours drinking and laughing, but not Ezra. He didn’t drink because he didn’t want to distort any of the memories that were being created. He wanted to remember everything perfectly. Rose, on the other hand, apparently didn’t mind and had been drinking as much if not more than everyone else. She was dancing around the fire with her friends, laughing, having a good time. Or, at least, she saw it that way. In reality she was bumbling around talking gibberish to everyone. But she still looked stunning doing it. Ezra laughed softly then got up and intercepted her as she almost fell to the ground. She laughed and clung to him, not being able to regain her balance, but Ezra steadied her and held her
The author illustrates the “dim, rundown apartment complex,” she walks in, hand and hand with her girlfriend. Using the terms “dim,” and “rundown” portrays the apartment complex as an unsafe, unclean environment; such an environment augments the violence the author anticipates. Continuing to develop a perilous backdrop for the narrative, the author describes the night sky “as the perfect glow that surrounded [them] moments before faded into dark blues and blacks, silently watching.” Descriptions of the dark, watching sky expand upon the eerie setting of the apartment complex by using personification to give the sky a looming, ominous quality. Such a foreboding sky, as well as the dingy apartment complex portrayed by the author, amplify the narrator’s fear of violence due to her sexuality and drive her terror throughout the climax of the
The glass doors gently moved aside at Heath’s presence with a calm whirring hum. With it being a horrendously bright day outside, Heath found the muscles around his eyes relaxing with a sigh when he finally didn’t have to shield his vision from the sun any longer. Fluorescent lights were miles better than sunlight, naturally – fluorescent lights did not burn flesh, they did not bring stinging pain to the eyes, and they did not pound heat relentlessly into the ground in the same unforgiving way that the sun did.
The second paragraph is the first vivid image she talks about, it is this vegetable clown painting on the hotel wall. She uses the sense of sight, as she describes all the vegetables they used to create this clown. She describes the painting as, “a print of a detailed and lifelike painting of a smiling clown’s head, made out of vegetables” (pg. 325). She then describes the hotel lobby where she uses the senses of sight and sound. She writes on how there was a drunk man screaming at the TV, while others were asleep. She writes about the aquarium, the women sitting on the chair, the child’s bucket and shovel and how the hotel lobby was, “dark, derelict room, narrow as a
ain't asleep -- he's dead. You hold still-- I'll go en see. "He went, and
He was an outpatient, who arrived at 8 am to get ready for his surgery. Feeling I was ecstatic and enthusiastic to get back into the field of work to do my clinical rotations. Although I was ready to have a new experience at the recovery unit, I was also extremely scared, because this unit was a specialized unit, where the patient needs vital care while recovering from anesthesia.
The book of Zephaniah contains messages of divine judgment against Judah and Jerusalem, as well as against other nations. It addresses a rare concentration of references to central issues in the history of ancient Israel. Idolatry, violence, and deception abound in Judah when Zephaniah began prophesying. Zephaniah's prophesying made it clear that Yahweh would execute vengeance upon unrepentant wrongdoers. His adverse judgments would be visited not only upon Judah and Jerusalem, but also upon other peoples: the Philistines, Ammonites, Moabites, Ethiopians, and Assyrians. Significantly, Zephaniah, the prophet, never stands at the center of the book of Zephaniah; the word of Yahweh is at the center of the book. Zephaniah is mentioned only insofar as he is necessary for the interpretation of the text.
He wondered if he had gone mad. He covered his ears with both of his hands, but he could still hear the garbled voices that were echoing around the room. He sat for a moment behind his desk and slow his breathing telling himself that he was simply tired.
"That's great news." Nolan said as stepped further into the room, he plopped down on the couch across from the hospital bed. Aimee gestured to her doctor; she leaned down to her ear.
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
In a panic, she called emergency services, and Dr. Alexander was rushed to the hospital. After several tests, medicines, and scans, he was still not doing well and was actually falling deeper and deeper into a coma. He had less than 10% of his brain function left, and everyone was finally addressing the fear that they were going to lose him. While lying there unresponsive and barely alive on that bed, Dr. Alexander was experiencing something completely
As consciousness slowly begins to return to John Luther, he hears voices surrounding him. Questions clutter his mind as he tries to move on the cold hard surface that he is sprawled out upon. The movement sends a surge of pain throughout his whole body. His eyes feel too heavy to open, but he forces them to. The bright lights blind him momentarily, but his eyes adjust a few seconds later. He sees two men dressed in suits hovering above him. He is quickly frightened when he realizes that in place of their eyes is nothing but darkness. The last thing John feels is a pinch in his left forearm and then the light is gone.
Unfortunately, there is not a lot of information known about Zeami’s early birth or even early life. However, his father introduced him to Noh at a very young age, and not soon after, he became a well-known actor who possessed superb adaptability – mastering a variety of complex roles such as elegant women, young child and even alpha males. When he originally displayed his work to Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, Zeami was portrayed a child actor in his play around the age of 12. Yoshimitsu thought very fondly of Zeami’s attributes, talents and innovative concepts of theater. He consequently started putting Zeami in his plays and started implementing the new concept of theatre – known as Noh. Zeami was the most influential piece of Noh’s development
Inhale, exhale, pushing another breath into the ether as he slid his arms behind his head, cushioning him as he felt his eyes close in the stillness of the night.
Barrett opened his mouth to say something but then the door opened and Carol walked through and yelled “WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?” “I’m talkin to myself” Barrett lied quietly. “Well quiet down I’m trying to sleep” said Carol and then she clumsily stumbled out of the room.
I laid in the cotton blanket, staring at the grey ceiling. It was like every other basic hospital room. This included the beeping machines, pastel curtains, and that oh so marvelous smell that is associated with the place. The only thing that was remotely interesting was the window. Not the window itself but the view. The room overlooked dazzling crimsons and yellows of the fall trees that were similar to a blazing fire. It was almost enough to distract me from my unconscious sister.