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Recall My eyes opened slowly to pure whiteness as I lay on the hard cemented ground. He was coming towards me. Slowly, steadily, surely. I could barely move. I was able to muster the strength to raise my hand in which blood was slowly flowing down. Is this how I die? Is this really the end? My powers had led to my demise, indefinitely. Perhaps there are things in this world that cannot be tamed. Perhaps everyone was put on this Earth with a purpose. Perhaps some were made to win and some to lose to ensure balance. It’s just not fair. I just keep losing. Then something happened -- the figure that would normally be moving towards me froze. As I looked around, everything appeared in stasis. Then the figure began to walk backwards, the …show more content…
It didn’t feel like I got hit. I opened my eyes and found myself on the sidewalk again. I glanced at my left hand and saw the watch still there. What happened? Why am I standing at the edge of the sidewalk? I stepped back as the same truck I was almost hit by advanced past me. Wait. What just happened? Is this all a dream? Am I in hell? I stood there, pondering until I felt someone tap on my shoulder. It was one of the gang members that I had walked by before. I turned around and saw a much larger and taller figure. I removed my earbuds. “What you doin’ around here kid? Ain’t you got places to be?” Who was this guy? Who does he think he is? “Well I was tryin’ to - before you came along and had to interrupt me.” I replied. “You damn near was ‘bouta kill yourself standing that near to the road. Speaking of which, what’s that thing on ya wrist?” Did he not see what had just happened? “Why you worryin’ so much ‘bout what I got on?”He grinned, “Looks nice kid, that’s all. Wish I had myself one of ‘em watches.” He turned around. “The name’s Bino, don’t forget it.” he shoved me then walked away. I regained balance, turned around and walked off. The fuck was up with that guy? I plugged my earbuds back in and pressed the play button. “Complexion (two-step) Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love) Complexion
I heard Two-Bit talking in a low voice on the phone, but I tried to tune him out. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out some of the pain. I must have fallen asleep because all of a sudden I felt someone grab my hand.
We stop talking for a second only to hear the cries of a baby. It sounded as if the baby was right below actually hanging beneath the bridge. At the same it felt like someone was breathing on me, and the air got even colder than before. At the same time that this is going on, I look up to my friends and see that Kenley’s hair looks as if she had rubbed a balloon for hours. It looked like something out of a creepy Halloween movie. While this is all going on the car lights are still flashing at us.
look back and see the man who was following you pull out a large knife.
As I was driving down the road I saw red, and blue lights going off behind me, so I turn on my turn single and turned to the side of the street and parked my car. I saw the police officer getting out of his car and started to walks towards me, my hands were getting all sweaty and clammy, my stomach was in complete knots and I couldn’t figure out if I was going to vomit, or just pass out. I heard a knock on my window, and I rolled it down.
My interest in psychology piqued from a young age. Ever since I was little, I had always paid close attention to people’s behaviors, moods, and interactions which would in turn cause me to think; what happened that caused them to elicit those emotions and thoughts? This habit would actually come in handy several times later in life unbeknownst to my younger self.
The weight of the car pressed down on the bottom half of my body with massive force. It did not hurt simply because adrenaline pumped through me. All I could feel was the weight of the car’s hood pushing my body farther and farther into the ground. My lungs felt clamped shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that demonic road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened and how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
When I woke we were just outside the city. When we reached the very edge of the city we were stopped and surrounded by countless hordes of people. The truck rocked, swayed, and squeaked as the people smacked against the sides of the truck. Everybody was a blur as I began to panic as we were surrounded. But then I realized they weren't out to hurt us they just wanted their voices to be heard. I couldn’t understand a word that they were saying though because there so many different people yelling things. It all kind of just faded into one loud roar that wouldn’t die down.
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
Nothing could be worst than your dad bringing up "THE CONVERSATION." Starting at age 5 I loved playing soccer,running up and down the field, making moves and kicking balls to the back of the net was always the way to go. Soccer meant the world to me and especially playing with my best friends since the day I started. My days would go something like this, go to school,get home,do homework then get ready and go to a beautiful fun day at soccer!After soccer I would go home sit on the couch and eat.I was a lazy one. That's why I hoped my dad would never ever bring up this conversation.... But he did anyways.
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It all started in Hawaii, my family had just been stationed there for a duty station as my father was in the military. I was absolutely ecstatic about living on an island where most people only vacationed. It was a huge change from living in Texas where it was dry and humid to tropical paradise, it was so amazing and the food was so multi-cultural that you could try anything. The waterfalls and hikes were my favorite part and the beaches. North Shore was the beach you surfed on the most, and it was just breathe taking as the water is so clear and blue that you can see the sand on the shore line. Hawaii was just so awesome and then I started working at a video game store called Game Stop which I loved since I am an avid gamer and could share my excitement with other gamers.
...rt. I could taste real blood leaking out of my mouth. A bolt of lightning jolted every nerve within me and an aggravating pain caused me to collapse. I was shaking and by eyes bulged out as a sharp pain forced its way through every nerve and vessel in my body. My brain was closing; I knew this was the end. My intestines felt as though they were being ripped into thin strips and blood was gushing out of me like a fountain. My ribs were being crushed into powder and a cold air entered my half open body freezing every part of me, every cell, and every drop of blood. I was iced until I suddenly froze. My eyes were still open and I could still see a little. They went. They disappeared. They ran like the wind, rushed like the waves and vanished into thin air.
I looked up to see three cop cars sitting in a row, as though three police officers had said to one another, “Let’s meet at Albertson’s. We’ll line our cars up side by side like we’re at the drive in and watch the show.” The shaking started inside my head. I felt as though my brain started trembling, which caused my head to feel fuzzy and my vision to dim. The rest of my body must have felt left out, because my limbs started shaking right down to my toes and at the same time, became heavy, clumsy, like I was drugged. I don’t think my fingers could have been shaking any more if I was in the final stages of hypothermia. Realization of the magnitude of my stupidity started to dawn on me. I didn’t know what the consequences were going to be, but
The man got up and had to run the fastest he possibly could, when he got at least thirty feet away he turned and the figure was in the same pose, but his head was turned and he was looking at the man.